"No!" shouted the prisoner, his voice rising above the others, anger lost in terror. "No, please! I told you all I--" There was a small sound, a hollow noise like a melon being kicked in, and the voice stopped. "Thrifty, our captain," Big Georges said, under his breath. "Why waste a bullet?" He took his hand off Ian's shoulder, shook his head, and knelt down to wash his hands. --"