#50: OUTMANOEUVRED, OUTGUNNED.

The assassin slowly released the rifle and placed her hands flat on the ground beside her.

“We meet again Mr Mandible,” she said in English.
“More frequently than I’m comfortable with, quite frankly,” replied Drake. “I don’t really appreciate people taking pot-shots at me and my butler.”

“Pot-shots?” she asked incredulously. “I could easily hit your manservant, even from this angle.”

“That’s doubtful,” countered Drake, keeping his eyes on the back of her head. “You’re using a bolt-action, M-200 Intervention rifle, if my ears aren’t mistaken. I’ve been counting your shots since back at the house, and you’ve used up all seven shots.”

“Your hearing is quite remarkable Mr Mandible and you are quite right,” said the assassin. “I am indeed using an M-200, and seven shots have been fired. But you’re assuming that I came alone this time.”

So there were TWO assassins and her companion was still around somewhere…