Each moment of hiding made her conscience more weary and her assignment more difficult. Darla remained stationary in the shadows, a hand gripping the rucksack which was lighter than it was but not empty - her task was yet to be complete. Her other hand wandered to her right side, landing on her sidearm as she got ready to address the inevitable. Not again, not another soul that needed to be extinguished. Darla kept her sidearm holstered but ready.