while forty heavily armed men encircle the perimeter ... ... and a dark-haired man with a lean face and piercing black eyes waits , leaning on a black cane , thinking , maybe , that the kid should have killed him when he had the chance because it 's done now , the game 's over ... ... as the kid lies on his belly a dozen yards away , hidden in the trees , sweating despite the bitter cold that 's caused icicles to form on his eyebrows , praying he still has one move left in the game that the operative nine assumes is over ... beside him , the girl whispers , `` now ? ''