He crept silently up behind the little hut.
Adrenaline rushed through his veins. Everything felt clear.
He could feel the cold. It prickled his skin. All was ready.
He could feel the breeze. His hair danced in the wind.
He could feel the snow under his feet It cracked beneath him
He could feel his own breath. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Without realizing, he had stopped. He hesitated.
He could turn around. No-one would know he'd been there.
Where was the determination he had felt? He had to do this.
He tightened his grip around the weapon. Decision. Now.
Do it now, think later, he told himself. He wouldn't fail.
He had decided. Time for action.
He gulped. And placed his hand on the doorknob.