Waiting quietly in the cold night air Michael crouches behind the cover of the hedge row. Ten years ago they came for his family. Hiding in his upstairs bedroom he could hear the gunshots mixed with the sound of bodies hitting the floor. His father had always warned them about the price of resistance and on this night the toll would be collected. Now he waits with a silenced pistol and the cover of darkness as protection. No longer a child he is ready to settle the score. The sound of footsteps moving towards him means the time has come.