At Midnight.
A dimly lit alleyway slick with rain the only illumination coming from flickering neon signs occassionally flash of distance headlights . The air is thick with tension as shadow pass through alley , her breath is steady despite of the danger approaching her.
Without a warning a figure lunges from darkness. His knife is glinting under the moonlight. A female agent Elena Voss react quickly , twisting her body to avoid the slash. The blades grazes her jacket. but she counter with a sharp elbow to his throat. She staggers gasping but two more enemies emerge from dark.
The first attacker recovers , swinging a brutal haymaker. Elena ducks sweeps his legs and drives her knee into his ribs. Before he hits the ground , she snatches his knife - just in time to parry a strike from the second assailant. Steel clashes , sparks flying.
The third enemy a hulking brute charges. She sidesteps using his momentum to slam him into a dumpster. But he relentless - grabbing her by collar and hurling her against the brick wall . Pain flares through her back, but she grits her teeth.
As the enemy closes in, Elena feigns weakness, then strikes - a lightning- fast palm strike to his nose . Blood sprays. He roars, swinging wildly, but she's already moving. A spinning kick to his knee cracks bone. He collapses. The second assassin lunges again, knife aimed for her heart. Elena catches his wrist, twists - snap. His scream cut short as she slams his head into the pavement.
The first attacker, still wheezing, pulls a pistol. Elena doesn't hesitate - she flings the stolen knife. It thunks into his shoulder. He fires - Bang! . The pass through her body cutting through flesh of her arm . she carefully dogde another bullet by rolling behind cover. A second later , She on him, disarming him with brutal wristlock before driving his own gun into his temple .
Click.
Boom.
Silence. Only the sound of Main and Elena's controlled breathing . She wipes blood from her lip, checks her surrounding and vanishes into the night- leaving only bodies and broken shadows behind.
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Elena stagger into Safehouse - not a loft but a refrigerated meat locker beneath an active slaughterhouse. The air reeks of cooper, bleach and decay. Hooks dangle like obscene fruit.
Her comms hiss:
Marcus (voice thick with false concern) : " Viper status ? I'm tracking you. Hold position".
She leans against a steel table, fingers leaving smears of blood on frost.
" Route was compromised. Someone sold me."
" I know " he says softly. " look up ".
Elena glances at the security camera above - its red eye glowing. Then pain detonates below her ribs.
Cold.
Sharp.
Twisting.
She looks down.
A meat hook- rusted, serrated - protrudes from her stomach. Blood soaks her shirt black. Behind her, Marcus stands, breath fogging in the cold, his hand still on the hook's handle.
" You taught me this move, Elena," he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. " Always secure your prey before the kill."
He cruelly wrench the hook inside, lifting her with the hand. Agony whites out her vision. She screams- a raw, animal sound echoing off stainless steel.
"Why?" she chokes.
Marcus smiles, stroking her hair like a lover." The Syndice offered me your head and blank check. But honestly ? You were just exhausting. Always so righteous. So sure ."
He pulls a phone snaps a photo of her dangling face." Proof of termination.
They'll want trophies".
Elena's vision tunnels. Blood drips onto the drain below. Think. He taught you everything.
with her last strength, she kicks a lever beside her - the manual release for overhead rail system. Chains rattle. Hooks screeh toword them.
Marcus looks up- just as Elena wraps her legs around his waist, locking him against her.
"Learned from the best Marcus. "
A descending hook punches through his shoulder, snapping bone. He howls trying to shove her off - but she's a dead weight , impaled and clinging.
"No! You Bitch -"
Another hook catches his thigh. A third grazes his neck. He's pinned, bleeding, tangled in chain with her.
Elena smiles, blood on her. The hook riping her diaphragm . With her last bit of strength she pull out the lighter and lit it. Through it toward the overload circuit.
She said
" Let 's give them ...a firework show"
A Flame whooshes - consuming flesh, plastic, metal.