The chamber was six by twelve feet in width and length. He seated himself behind his desk, which faced the back of a stolid, dark-colored wooden chair about six feet away. The chair faced a heavily padded wall, and sat in a depression all sides of which converged at a drain in the center and was made of stainless steel.
He glanced at the large clock on the wall. It was time. He pressed a button on the side of the desk and said, "Bring in the convicted."
A doorway on the wall to his right slid open. Four armed guards escorted a naked man into the room, seated him in the chair and secured his arms and lower legs to the chair. The guards saluted then filed back out of the room.
He took his weapon from a desk drawer to his left; then took a box of ammunition from the right hand drawer. He carefully loaded the revolver.
He cocked the revolver. There was a muffled click, but the condemned man did not move, did not flinch, did not cry out for mercy. Good! This one would truly die like a man!
With a slight smile of satisfaction, he raised the revolver and took careful aim at the back of the brave man's head.