Each of us had been tasked

With the assassination

Of a member of the torture party

I had been directed to kill the sham priest

Which I did with the minimum of fuss

All went smoothly apart from Peter’s gun

Which jammed so he killed the guard

With a piece of piping that was in the cell

When she had recovered from her ordeal

We asked the nun to dance in the blood of her captors

This she did and entertained us with a sweet mazurka