“Ready and in position, ma’am.” The doll wasn’t accustomed to being dressed so elegantly – a long black dress pulled double duty of simultaneously drawing attention to it and concealing its more non-human features.

Nearly a kilometer away, its handler watched through the scope of a high-power rifle. It was unaccustomed to being the center of attention – at least, the attention of people not trying to kill it.

Until the night was shattered by the impact of a high-explosive round in its mark’s chest.

Stillness, amidst the chaos and panic.

“Time to go to work, my dear.” Oh, how it loved those words.