Well, doll, I had to see this guy about a thing. Only he wasn't a "guy", if you get me. Me and the pooch, we shot and bit our way through a pack of cheap gunsels. Finally, the last staircase is in sight, and at the top, the gunsel's boss talking to our guy through a door.
"Let's cut the palaver.", says I, and I sent him a .50 cal Valentine. (See what I did there?)
Unfortunately, the shot didn't kill him, injure him, or even make him wish he had dressed warmer. He was still marked non-hostile. It wasn't until I walked up to him that he suddenly turned hostile.
His loss; the pooch searched his pants for valuables, and then I shot him.
But it wasn't murder; you're all witnesses.