On a SILK HANDKERCHIEF, tied closed, in PAYNE’S PALM.
Stet, but the HANDKERCHIEF has been untied, and there’s a SMALL PATCH OF BLOOD-STAINED SOIL resting at its center.
PAYNE looking at KAYA, holding the HANDKERCHIEF. KAYA still held.
1. PAYNE: Clever witch.
KAYA is suddenly released by the SMOKE, falling to her knees.
PAYNE is looking down at her, as are the GUNMEN.
1. PAYNE: You know what he requires of you now.
PAYNE, looking down at KAYA coldly.
2. PAYNE: Show us the way to Lady Sabre…
On KAYA, on her knees. Shaking. Terrified. Trapped.
3. PAYNE/off: …and leave her fate to us.