Shot At Dawn

Rebel militiaman Robert Sanok executes a prisoner for the first time.
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"The tribunal has made its decision, and is prepared to deliver its verdict."
As the lead member of the rebel tribunal walked out onto the dais with his two cohorts, Sergeant Robert Sanok straightened up slightly, as did the other six men in the courtroom. While the others, save for his other two militiamen, sat in conjunction with the three officers sitting, the Sergeant remained standing, just as he had been doing throughout most of the trial, save for a few breaks interspersed throughout the proceedings. 
"Not that this all matters, he's guilty all the same." Sanok thought silently as the lead member of the tribunal adjusted his glasses and picked up the paper with the verdict. "We three do unanimously find Prisoner Number Two Zero Seven guilty of attempted murder of Colonel Karl Afeld under orders from the Unified Earth Government's Office of Naval Intelligence. The penalty, as standard for a purposeful murder for political ends, attempted or successful, of a citizen of the Victorian Independent State, is death." he said. "Sergeant Sanok!" he barked. 
"Yes sir?" he responded.
"Carry out the orders of this court."
"Sir." he responded, walking in unison with his other two militiamen to the prisoner. "Take him outside." ordered Sanok, and as if on instinct, the other two militiamen hauled the prisoner, who had a collar around his neck, out of his chair, dragging him across the floor towards a door to the courtyard outside. Opening the door, Sanok followed after the two militiamen into the freezing cold outside, the wind whipping at the Sergeant's fatigue jacket.
Walking behind the three men, Sanok halted as the two militiamen threw the man to his knees on a red square in the middle of the courtyard. As the two others walked to the right and left of the prisoner, Sanok drew his M6C/SOCOM, a "gift" from another militiamen who had acquired two from a dead pro-UNSC insurgent. Aiming it at the prisoner's neck, Sanok pulled the trigger, and in an instant, the man fell to the ground.
As the other two men grabbed the body and prepared to move it to have it cremated, Sanok holstered his pistol. He had killed men who had shot at him before, and this felt no different to him. The convicted had been trying to assassinate covertly, the most dishonorable way of killing to Sanok, and had died in accordance with how he lived. "Remorse is for the innocent who die, not for the guilty and convicted." he thought to himself as he walked off the courtyard.
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