"Just kill me already.", USEC_OFFICER cried, taking up the rope and placing the noose around his neck. "There's no point in going on now. They've won."
"You just want us to believe that." Toaster replied, taking up the other end and throwing it over the rafters.
Ottofar pulled up a chair, and USEC stepped up.
"Numbers don't lie, Vector!" Rube pleaded. "Toaster has to be scum! Help me out here!"
Vector said nothing, watching USEC intently.
"See you on the other side." He said flatly, and stepped down to his doom.
The last light of the setting sun flared through the arch of the doorway, illuminating the swaying body, then all was dark.
Silence reigned for a few precious seconds, before it was shattered by a voice tinged maliciously discordant.
"I think she's quite capable of leading a town to its ruin."
"Of course she is, my dear Toaster. Of course she is."
NGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Two shots rang out, accompanied by a distressed peal from the church bell.
Rube fell forward, blood flowing from his chest.
"My numbers..." he coughed, "they can't have been wrong."
Toaster stumbled, surprised but unhurt, and looked around.
Ottofar had a gun trained on Rube, Vector was in the entrance, pointing her own gun upward.
Both Toaster and Ottofar looked at her quizzically, united briefly in confusion.
"What?" Vector said, shrugging. "I thought it'd be dramatic."
Ottofar sighed, and Toasters expression shifted quickly from puzzlement to fear as Vector lowered her gun to him.
"You shouldn't have trusted me."
She smiled as she pulled the trigger.