A/N: I have been working on this idea for quite a while and I hope it'll turn out alright. Yes, I am aware that I should be updating "Seen and Unforeseen". I'm not. Yet. I'm sorry, I truly, truly am.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Rated T for occasional profanity, violence and, well, character death. Ye be warned.


Prologue

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Men in dark suits had never intimidated her. It wasn't going to change now.

She fixed her eyes on the collar, on the tie, on the black shoes, not once looking at the gun.

"You will not get away with this," she said, her voice sounding loud and clear in the chilly air, but leaving no trace on the dark parking deck. "You can't escape. They will find you."

"Just like you did?" A laugh. "They won't even know we're involved."

Her eyes locked on the cuff links, her feet took three steps backwards.

"It will all be very clear. We're on top of a seven-storey car park. What do you think they'll assume?"

She knew he had seen her blinking.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She understood and her eyes drifted to the gun. All these years, all these times, it had always worked out. Don't focus on the threat, focus on the escape. The threat was only one step behind her, the escape was guarded by men in dark suits.

The ground was frozen and the gun moved closer, her feet slipped and the world shook, crumbled above her and she swore she had never wanted this life.

Visions of bodies moving in a red room, spotlight hitting the lashes and brightness filling her, surrounding her.

And then there was nothing.