Integra's aim is true and the Major is shot straight through the chest with the shot. He's thrown off his feet and falls flat on his back. The man doesn't scream, though. Down on the ground, blood begins to trickle down from the wound made in his chest. It's surely a fatal wound that went through where his heart and ribs were. For an ordinary man, there was absolutely no surviving this. The Major had energy to spare, however. He struggles to raise himself from the ground and look down at his wound. His once white suit is now completely red all over. He looks at his stained glove and gives a laugh. Oh. If only he brought his own gun for the occasion he thought. Looking up at Integra, the Major stretches his arm out at her unable to hide his ecstasy.

"Do you see? Everything has gone according to plan... since the beginning of our conflict ... except you were too slow. Far too slow for my liking. Ahahah... haah...

You're still an amateur, fraulein."

He finally falls once again, dead. A content smile stretches across his fat face.