Dish Served Cold

"I'm not Russian! They pressed me into service, I'm a Canadian citizen!" the soldier in the war torn town lifted his palms. Unfortunately for him, Lioness never forgot a face - and they have met before.

She pointed her gun to at his head, blind with sudden rage.

"You would shoot an ally?" Tiger asked quietly.

"Not our ally," she gritted. "But you're right." 

She looked at the man, trembling, and lowered her weapon. 

 "I'm a big fan of your work," she deadpanned. "Always wanted to... recreate it."

His head exploded with the echoes of pain and suffering of his victims.