Barcelona, Spain
Late May
The girl let out a string of curses as she ducked into the nearest alleyway. The radio tucked firmly into her ear crackled to life.
"Spark, report. What the hell are you doing?" The familiar voice of her partner - and best friend - sounded almost worried.
"I'm fine Frost. Just some hostiles with guns. Nuthin' I can't handle." The girl replied. She reached to the back of her specially designed cat suit and pulled out two pistols. "Trust me. I'll be five minutes, max."
"You better be, or you'll owe me coffee." His voice betrayed the nervousness he felt, despite the attempt at levity.
"Starbucks is cheaper than that stuff you like." She stepped out into the open. Her guns flashed repeatedly. Thuds followed each shot. Eyes narrowed and jaw set, the spy charged straight forwards.
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Static trickled through the fallen earpiece. It was broken by a voice rapping out orders. Bloody fingers reached for the radio, falling just short. A sigh could be heard in the darkness. Blue eyes fell closed, succumbing to the exhaustion that pulled at them.
From the earpiece, the voice said, "Adwen? Sparky, report. Spark!"