Silence. Stillness. Breathe. Kaiya had been laying in this position for hours, and yet she ignored her stiff muscles. Her target finally came into view, and she counted down in her head before giving the trigger a gentle tug. The shot rang out, dropping the target almost instantly. Within moments she was standing, collapsing her rifle and stowing it in a workout bag. She was out before the police could even tape off the area.
The next day, she watched the news coverage of the assassination, waiting for any sign that they had any leads. True to form, she'd left nothing behind to trace to her or the men who'd hired her. Satisfied with her end of the job, she sent an encrypted email to the man who'd hired her and started packing up her nest. She felt it before she heard it; someone had entered her temporary home. Slipping the knife from her table, she padded towards the door, listening closely. Sure enough, the sound of boots could be heard down below. Kaiya moved to grab her bag, pulling on her running shoes and heading for the window. The boots were moving closer now, hurrying up the stairs; she took that as her cue. Sliding out the window, she climbed down to street level carefully before starting down the street. Walk, don't run… Pulling on shades, she strode with casual confidence down the street, intent to make the corner to her bike without detection. That plan went out the window as an arrow hit her bag. She looked at it incredulously, eyes darting behind the tinted pieces of plastic. An arrow; attached appeared to be a Bluetooth headset. Well, this just got interesting. She slipped it into her ear, eyes still looking around for the shooter.
"Place the bag on the ground and put your hands above your head." It was a strong male voice, one that seemed far more familiar than she'd care to admit. "We don't wanna hurt you, we just want to talk." She wasn't a fool; whoever this was, they were planning to take her in to whatever secret base or bunker had sent them. She gave a small shake of her head as an answer. "That wasn't really a request." She hoisted her back and took off at a run, only stumbling when more arrows slammed into her duffle. Whoever it was clearly didn't want her dead, and that made her smile. She rounded the corner, leaping onto her bike and slamming her helmet on before peeling away, ripping arrows off as she rode.
Panting, Agent Barton gave chase for all of a few feet before deeming it useless. Agent Romanoff came up next to him, frowning angrily at the fleeing woman. He turned away as the bike rounded a corner, tapping at his watch a few times before sighing into his comm piece.
"Asset Hollow Point lost, sir. Returning to HQ." Barton ended the transmission before Fury could rip them a new one. Romanoff gave him a knowing look as they returned to their vehicle and headed back to the office. Already, this day was turning out worse than they expected.