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"Command this is fly bird one. Do you copy?"

"This is command to fly bird one. What's your ETA soldier?"

"We've arrived, Sir, ready to pick up VIP for extraction, but..."

"But what soldier?"

"Hostile is inbound. VIP is held at gunpoint by an unknown threat."

"Bossmans orders are to use violence if necessary. You know what you have to do."

"Yes, sir."


Christie assumed that she would have gotten used to having a gun pointed to her head by now. It had happened so many times that the initial thrill of the action had dissipated. Only leaving a feeling of annoyance clouding her mind whenever someone had grown the balls enough to try and put a bullet between her eyes. But this seemed different. Because for whatever reason, Christie couldn't get over the feeling that she might be in legitimate danger of losing her life.

It was rather exciting.

"Let me guess," Christie said, raising her hands to show she was unarmed, "hotel security checking in on noise complaints?"

Christie turned her head towards Kasumi, hoping to see a look of recognition flash through the younger woman's face. The man didn't look like any ninja Christie had ever seen before. Still, it was always good to know just exactly what she was dealing with at the moment, and she knew just what she was getting into when it came to ninjas. But seeing the same shocked and concerned look on the kunoichi's face made Christie rethink the thought. It was the same look she wore when the bullet had torn her blade into scrap metal, not precisely a reaction of someone who was expecting something to happen.

"Just who else did Donovan manage to piss off now."

" No response? Well, that's disappointing, "Christie said as she turned to the approaching Lei Fang," Is he one of yours. I must say you got some good tastes in hired help, but he's not a very good conversationalist."

She had to admit, the man looked impressive, far more so than any of the run-of-the-mill bodyguards she had encountered today anyway. The way he held that gun made it clear to her he knew how to handle the weapon.

"What are you doing here, Christie," the Fang heiress said, spitting her name like it was poison as she did, "Don't you have a puppy to kick."

"Oh, so good to see you too, Lei Fang," The hitwoman said with a fake smile as she stared intently at the Chinese woman in front of her," You look terrific, by the way! I guess not chasing after a man who wants nothing to do with you like a street cat in heat will do wonders for your complexion!"

That got the reaction she expected from the heiress. There were few things in life that Christie enjoyed more than getting under the skin of people who assumed they were better than her. She tensed her body slightly, preparing herself for whatever Lei Fang was preparing to throw at her, whether it be an insult or a punch. Still, a large and scar-covered arm blocked the younger woman from moving forward.

Lei Fang obeyed the silent command quickly enough. Surprisingly so, christie thought as she stared at the younger woman. She always figured the young heiress to be too headstrong and too used to have daddies money to throw around to listen to someone else. But she listened to the physical specimen in front of her, which either meant he was that dangerous or...

"You little minx," Christie thought with a smirk as she watched the heiress defer to the older man" I didn't know you'd be into that sort of thing but can't deny your tastes in partners."

"So darling," said Christie taking a step closer to the giant, smiling to herself as he didn't so much as flinch at the motion, "What shall we talk about?"

The man said nothing, only narrowing his eyes slightly as he continued to stare her down. Christie couldn't shake the feeling that he was reading her like a book, a sense she couldn't say was pleasant in the slightest.

"You've got nothing to get off your chest? No questions for little old me?"

The man still said nothing, something that was beginning to unnerve the assassin if she could be honest with herself. The seconds she waited for the helicopter feeling like minutes under the man's glare.

"Playing the strong, silent type, hmm? I usually like that in a man." Christie said as she took a step back towards the edge of the roof, mentally timing when the circling helicopter was in position for her to make a break for it. He stared at her, something in his eyes making the playful gleam in her own dissipate. Did...did he know what she was planning to do? Was he waiting for the helicopter to get closer? Why?

"No need for all this hostility, darling" She gave him a little smirk, one that did not reach her eyes as she spoke as worry clouded her head. "Tell you what. Why don't you put that gun down, and we can both go our own separate ways."

"No!" Kasumi said as she looked between christie and the lone man on the roof."We cannot let her escape after everything she has done."

For a brief moment, the man took his eyes off her to stare at the young kunoichi. A strange look of recognition flashed through his eyes for a brief moment before melting back into the stoic mask that seemed to be his default look.

Interesting

"Oh, don't listen to her," Christie said as she took another step away. Mentally preparing herself to sprint out towards the approaching helicopter if the right moment presented itself to her." The girl's just upset that she's the reason people had to die today."

Kasumi paused, her face morphing to one of shock and grief as she looked away from christie, an action that brought a smile to the hitwoman's face when she saw it."If only she hadn't stuck her head into someone else's business, none of this wouldn't have had to happen."

"You're really trying to blame her?." the man spoke, the baritone of his cutting through the noise of the helicopter. " From what I've seen, you're the one who started all this."

"What can I say? The hitwoman said with a shrug of her shoulders as she turned to look the man in the eye. Silently hoping to see a semblance of emotion etched on his face from his words. she didn't." Sometimes you have to improvise and change it up if you want to win the big game, so to speak."

"People are dead!" Kasumi said as she took a step forward, glaring at the taller woman with contempt, "This isn't a game!"

"I'm afraid it is, sweetie, "Christie had a smile on again, though this one was more of confidence." and you forgot the most important rule."

"Oh, really?" Lie Feng said sarcastically, "And what's that?"

"Simple."Christie said as the helicopter above her angled itself downwards, its .50 caliber machine gun aiming at the three soon-to-be corpses in front of christie." I always win."


Hitomi wasn't usually at peace when watching her own handiwork go up in flames before her eyes. By nature, Hitomi was a very emotional person, something that she was somewhat self-conscious about at one time in her life. Which combined with her love of practical jokes and light-hearted nature, meant several emotional outbursts growing up whenever one of her jokes fell flat.

Her parents thought her reactions were hilarious.

Still, here she was, watching the little attempt to play a joke on her best friend blow up in her face. Both figuratively and literally in the most unfortunate ways.

The scene unfolding before her seemed so out of what could be considered normal. For a while, she assumed it was nothing more than an elaborate movie set for the type of film she wouldn't bother seeing anyway. Forget crazy over the top action, and give her a cutesy romantic comedy any day of the week.

But as she got closer, her anxiety increased. She saw the chaos unfolding before her. She saw the shock and fear plastered on her fellow bystander's faces, and there was only one thought racing through Hitomi's head at that moment. Lei Fang was in danger, and it was all Hitomis' fault. She felt numb at the thought.

"Hitomi!" the german-born fighter turned to Kokoro, weaving through the crowd of people, "Over here!"

Hitomi followed her friend's voice, her body moving without much input. Before she knew it, Hitomi found herself next to her friend as she argued with an unfortunate rookie police officer. One who had difficulty maintaining the barricaded perimeter, separating the mob of horrified onlookers and the hotel currently being attacked.

"Ma'am, please." the man said with a slight waver to his voice, clearly not prepared to deal with someone as excitable as the geisha in training." No one is allowed past this point. No ifs,ands, or buts!"

"You don't understand!" the Japanese woman said, her voice gaining a level of steel that she only tended to show in the direst of circumstances. "Our friend is in there!"

The statement was enough to shock Hitomi out of whatever daze she found herself in. Crashing back to reality, Hitomi replaced every ounce of fear and self-loathing she directed at herself with a red hot fury she had rarely felt before.

"Listen here, buddy."Hitomi grabbed at the man's collar, hoisting the taller and larger man off his feet as she brought the stunned police officer to her face. "Either you let me past you right now, or I'll do something we're both gonna regret!"

"Hitomi!?" Kokoro gasped as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. The crowd of onlookers around her momentarily replacing their anxiety with shock at the sight of a petit woman like Hitomi manhandle a grown man like he was a child.

A flash of movement caught Hitomi's attention-drawing her eyes away from the struggling man in her grip.

Red hair.

Red hair of a distinct and familiar shade of copper danced through the crowd around her. Pausing just out of Hitomi's line of sight, as if the owner was waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.

Kasumi? Hitomi thought to herself as she watched the red-headed figure disappear back into the crowd. But before Hitomi could say anything, Kokoros stole her attention away with her following words.

"Is that Jann Lee?" Kokoro said in surprise as she pointed to the form of the one and only Jann Lee as he exited the front entrance of the golden empress. The wonder of seeing Jann, the same man Lei Fang had been desperately in love with since girlhood, was quickly overshadowed by questions of why and even how the man arrived from the hotel.

Why the same man who could barely stand to leave his home for anything less than a martial arts tournament found himself surrounded on each side with dozens of bewildered victims of a terrorist attack was equally confusing. Before anyone could react to stop her, the young geisha ducked under the police barricade and moved towards the kung fu fighter. It took a moment for Hitomi to realize what had happened, and more importantly, what she was still doing, letting the frightened officer go with a wide-eyed apology.

"I am so sorry!" the woman said as she bowed her head to the man trying to regain his breath. "I don't know what came over me!"

A part of her wanted to stay and see if the man was actually okay. In contrast, another part of her wanted her to join the now two familiar faces closer to the action. The second eventually won, but only after making sure the man she had traumatized was breathing comfortably. She turned back to the crowd seeing only eyes widen in awe staring back at her. The flash of red that could have been Kasumi was gone, and by the time she arrived closer to the scene, Hitomi had convinced herself she must have been seeing things.

"Get your hands off me." Jann Lee snapped at two older-looking men, overworked and stressed paramedics from the looks of it, trying in vain to guide the martial artist into an awaiting ambulance. "I ain't going anywhere!"

"What are you doing here, Jann Lee?" Hitomi asked the frustrated man as she shot an apologetic look to the EMT trying to do his job. Before widening her eyes in shock when she saw the state of injury the man was in."W-what happened to you?"

"Hitomi!?" he turned to look at her, the one eye not swollen shut narrowing at her as he once again shook off the paramedic."Don't tell me you're here with Fang?"

"You saw Lei Fang!?" Kokoro and Hitomi said at once, the two women crowding in front of the injured kung fu fighter as the medics did what they could do to patch the man up with while he refused to move." Where is she?"

Jann Lee's answer, however, was cut off by the collected screams of the now hundreds of onlookers around them. A torrent of gunfire erupted from above her head, causing Hitomi a case of whiplash as she craned her head towards the sounds, seeing a helicopter near the rooftop of the hotel.

She could barely make out what was happening with her eyes, but her ears could paint the picture for her. Someone was firing hundreds of rounds from a helicopter flying over the roof of the hotel. Each bullet booming in the echo chamber the surrounding skyscrapers created around her.

Kokoro raised her hands to cover her gaping mouth as Jann Lee pointed his finger up to the chaos happening above them. "she should be up there the last time I checked."


Getting manhandled was not something Lei Fang appreciated in the best of circumstances. Especially not when it is by a man she had only just met a few minutes before him wrapping his arms around her waist and throwing her over his shoulder like he was some primitive caveman and she was his newly conquered bride!

...where had that come from?

The sound of the machine gun roaring back to life above her head shook her out of her thoughts. The unrelenting gunfire once again, tearing into the stone and metal of the building, edging closer to where they were. She looked towards Kasumi, the ire she felt for the young ninja dissipating slightly as she saw the myriad of emotions shine through her eyes. Regret, shame, and fear all flashed across her features as she waited for the attacking helicopter to stop firing its weapon before making her next plan of attack. Even now, when getting fired at by a Gatling gun, Kasumi's mind was racing for ways to get them to safety.

"I can't stay mad at her, "Lei Fang thought to herself, directing every ounce of hatred and ire she had felt towards the woman who was responsible. The psycho who called the helicopter in the first place.

"Kasumi!" Lei Feng said, her voice straining over the noise of the gunfire, "What's the plan?"

Kasumi looked at her; whatever fear and shame her eyes held that moment was replaced with an iron-like strength. The same look that Lei Fang had learned to associate with the girl since the first time she met her.

"We move on my signal, Lei Fang, see if you can..." Kasumi was interrupted by a flash of movement, breaking both women out of their adrenaline-induced concentration. It seemed while Kasumi was still in the middle of weighing her options, their large companion had decided on his own course of action.

The man's hulking form vaulted over one of the industrial ac units, already return firing at THE STILL armed attack helicopter. Lei Feng watched in silent fascination as the huge man sprinted straight towards what she assumed was imminent death,

"The man's crazy," Kasumi said in a stunned voice, her eyes wide at the scene unfolding in front of her.

He bolted to the side, dodging a stream of bullets while the attacking helicopter tried to keep up.

Tried was the keyword in that statement. The man moved with agility and quickness that seemed impossible for a man his size. If the look on Kasumi's face indicated anything, it was a level of speed even a trained ninja's seasoned eyes would deem impressive.

"He's literally dodging bullets!" Lei Fang said as she watched the almost hypnotic movements unfold before her eyes. Each powerful muscle on the man's form bulged and flexed with each cat-like movement he performed.

...Where had that come from?

Another gunshot, one distinctly different from the onslaught of sounds that had assaulted her senses for the past few moments, erupted from the man's hands, his own gun firing in short controlled bursts at his assailant. Despite every ounce of logic and common sense telling her what she was seeing was impossible, she could see that the man was winning!

A bullet connected to the helicopter's exterior window, an action that caused the gunner to stop firing out of sheer reflex. The man's face showing he was very much aware that he would be dead if not for the bulletproof glass in front of him.

But that brief moment was all that the man needed.

A gunshot ripped through the air, followed by yet another in quick succession. A sound like a sharp knife against a chalkboard came from under the helicopter's blades, making the helicopter shift and move in the air like a puppet with its strings cut. Another gunshot landed against the bulletproof glass, causing the initial crack to grow and spiderweb across the glass. Despite knowing it to be impossible, Lei Fang somehow felt the noise was even louder than any previous gunfire. Each shot sending a chill down her spine as she watched the man before her aim with a level of accuracy she once thought was impossible.

The helicopter's machine guns roared back to life once again, its spinning barrels intending to put the man down once and for all. But like before, he seemed to weave through the bullets, moving his colossal form just in the nick of time in some cases. Another shot connected with its target. A chorus of sparks and whining metal from the now still and motionless machine gun told Lei Feng what had happened.

"He fired into the barrel of that giant machine gun?!" Lei Feng said, her voice quiet despite the rhythmic beating of her heart against her chest. "How is that possible?"

It was a thought shared by christie if the look on her face was any indication. For the first time since knowing the hitwoman, Lei Fang could easily read the woman's emotions. The shock and awe, replacing the confident smirk that always seemed to be on her face. But it was the barely concealed horror Lei Fang saw that made the heiress do a doubletake. Christie, the impossibly confident and in control woman, could only watch as the vehicle of her escape flounder in the air like a bird caught in a hurricane.

Time seemed to slow before her eyes as the gunship slammed violently into the ground, with a thunderous sound echoing through her body. The sound of steel skidding across stone met her ears as the accumulated damage on the helicopter seemed to be too much for it to remain airborne. Sparks erupted from its underbelly, flaring from inertia as it ripped chunks of concrete from its path. Eventually, it came to a stop, the steel of its frame almost whining from the impact.

Kasumi picked herself off the ground, where she watched the scene unfold, tentatively getting closer to the man. The ninja seemingly managing to get past the shock and awe that Lei Feng herself could still feel resonating in her very core from what she had just seen.

"Who is..." the ninja was cut off as the helicopter hatch opened, revealing a uniformed man wearing what looked like some sort of cybernetic facemask holding...

"Oh no..." Lei Feng said as her eyes widened, the man pointing what looked like a rocket launcher where both she and Kasumi were standing. Time seemed to stop, and despite herself, Lei Feng could only watch in horror as the man fired the projectile towards her. But before her brain could register what was happening, she felt her feet leave the ground. She could feel a set of impossibly powerful arms wrapping around her body for the second time that day before everything went dark.


"Command to fly bird one, just what the hell are you doing?"

"Uh... Could you be more specific, command?"

"The rockets, you dumb fuck! Why the hell are you firing rockets? Who gave you permission to use live ordinance like that in a civilian zone?"

"That would be you…sir."

"For Christ's…you were given orders to use firepower only if it was necessary. How the hell is firing rockets necessary?!" You could take the whole building down if you're not careful!

"...Sir, the hostile took out the machine guns."

"...What?"

The Hostile accosting target has taken out the choppers machine guns..."

"How?"

"With a handgun, sir..."

"..."

"Orders, sir?"

"City law enforcement have arrived and locked down the building. Just get the target out of there before locals manage to capture her. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Understood, Sir. Just one problem Sir."

"What's that?"

The hostile Sir. What do I do regarding him?"

"The one you just shot with a missile?

Yes Sir. Hostile is still active, Sir."

"...Jesus Christ."


"By the Kami...We survived..."

It was the first thought Kasumi could remember thinking about whenever she regained consciousness. She didn't know how long she was out, but judging by the sun still shining above her, it couldn't have been too long. She should be dead, if not from the explosion that should have ripped her body apart, then by the fall of what had to have been dozens of feet from the rooftop.

Kasumi couldn't help but stare in awe and relief as she sat back up, staring at the man who had used his own to shield her and Lei Feng from the lion's share of the missile's impact.

She had cursed herself when she realized that the Stranger had willingly rushed in to push her and Lei Fang out of the way of the surprise attack. Shock, guilt, and despair overwhelmed her. The knowledge that another person had been killed because of her actions was too much for her to bear. The man had willingly risked his life to help her, a stranger, and took a hit that would have easily been death to most any normal man.

But she was quickly starting to believe this was not a normal man she was dealing with.

"You saved us." Lei Feng said as she stared up at the impassive face of the huge man. The man didn't speak. Far too busy stopping hundreds of pounds of melted steel and shattered concrete from crashing down on the two women with a level of ease that Kasumi didn't think was possible. The look on her face must have mirrored that of Kasumi's, the same awe and relief shining in her eyes like a beacon. Still, Kasumi could see something else just beneath the surface.

With a grunt, the man hoisted the rubble in his hands off to the side. The considerable weight crashed away from them with enough force to almost lift Kasumi in the air from her seated position.

That was way more than a few hundred pounds. Kasumi thought to herself as she gingerly rose back up, her hands instantly moving to the side of her torso to hold what felt like a broken rib.

The giant reached his hand down, offering the appendage to the still dazed heiress as she continued to stare up at him in open bewilderment. She paused before she reached upwards and wrapped her smaller hand around his and was hoisted to her feet.

"Is everyone alright?"Kasumi said as she stepped closer to lei Fang, checking to see if the woman was injured from her fall. The soot of the explosion hid her complexion, but the bright and unpained gaze from her eyes showed Kasumi that her Chinese friend was as uninjured as she was.

She then turned to the man who had nearly sacrificed himself to save them and had her eyes widen in shock when she did.

He had been hit, that much she was sure, maybe not a direct hit, but there was little way he could have managed to get away from all of the rocket's impact. But there he stood as stoic and undaunting as he was only a few minutes ago when he had first appeared. The clothing he wore was tattered and ripped, his shirt barely holding against his torso as blood pooled from his exposed flesh to the floor. The intense blue of his eye contrasted even more by the blood-red sclera of his eye from severely burst blood vessels.

He stood tall, not even paying attention to the sheer trauma his body must have gone through, as he flexed his fists and limbs to make sure nothing was broken. To Kasumi's disbelief, the man seemed to find little to complain about as he inspected his injuries or lack thereof.

No one was that lucky! But no one was strong enough that a direct hit from a rocket shouldn't have killed them where they stood. Kasumi could look on in disbelief as the man began to crawl out of the flaming pit that should have been their graves and back onto the rooftop.

"Stay here." He said as he looked back at them." I'm ending this."


Christie crawled on the floor, promising a slow and painful death to whatever moron had ordered a missile strike so close to her. Her shoulder was dislocated, and she could literally count the number of her ribs that were digging into her organs as she hoisted herself off the ground. Still, Christie had to admit it was better than being dead. She kept low as she moved, looking towards where she once stood and finding only shattered steel and broken rock between the smoke and fire.

The gaping wound in the building going who knew how many stories down. Whatever had hit the building seemed to be what, in Christie's professional opinion, could be called "overkill."

She couldn't see Lei Feng or Kasumi, let alone the giant that held her hostage, a fact that made Christie pause for a moment. It was...rather unfortunate that someone like that man had met his end in such an anticlimactic way. Someone like him deserved a more... personal touch when his life ended.

The snow-haired woman pushed herself up to peek around. The chopper was off on the opposite side of the building, hopefully not preparing another round to make sure the burning corpses of her assailants were as dead as they could be. Christie limped over slowly, watching as the helicopter gunner struggled to open the cabin hatch to allow her in. Christie found herself smiling, despite the situation, imagining the ways she was about to murder whoever had almost killed her.

"Ma'am," the young soldier said as he opened the sliding door of the helicopter. His comrade, the pilot, an older man with a cracked helmet, was busy working diligently, trying to force the vehicle back into the air. Christie had the distinct feeling she was about to walk into a death trap, but she figured this was the only chance she had left on getting out of a crime scene that could net her a life term if caught.

This day, I swear.

Christie dusted herself off and straightened her jacket. Already trying to move past the event that left her drained both mentally and physically. She pocketed the handle of Kasumi's sword. Although her first impulse was to toss the bloody thing away simply, the nostalgic part of her felt that the day needed a souvenir to be remembered correctly. Besides, the police would undoubtedly cover every inch of this building for one reason or another. There is no need to leave any evidence lying around with her fingerprints on it.

Christie entered the helicopter, purposely shoulder-checking the mist operative as she did so. She was sitting in what could be described as a cushioned seat if she was generous and allowed her body to relax finally.

She smiled to herself. She certainly earned that bonus pay Donovan had promised, and she more than earned that little vacation she promised herself. Taking one last look at the destruction around, she looked out the window...

And saw that it wasn't over.

The man had crawled out of the firey pit, like some sort of demon leaving the gates of hell.

He moved forward through the smoke, fire, and ruined metal with slow and somewhat unsteady footsteps. Beyond whatever superficial damage that was done, he still held the same demanding look in his eyes as he did when Christie had first saw the man. Christie stared in disbelief. Even in her lengthy, storied experience of dealing with things that would have been considered impossible when she was nothing more than a teenager on the streets of London with a switchblade and a dream.

Ninjas deflecting gunshots? Impressive, sure, but they lost their appeal after a while. Cyborgs strong enough to bend solid steel with their hands or shoot lasers out of their eyes? So-so if she were honest with herself. She was always more of a fantasy type of girl than sci-fi. Bioweapons that could teleport? It wasn't impossible, she supposed, but that probably was because she lacked the efficient scientific knowledge needed to understand just why that was impressive. This? This was something she could understand with the most basic of understanding. When one fires a missile at a target, and the missile hits its target, the target goes boom!

But watching a man who could take direct fire from a missile, one strong enough to blow a hole in ten feet of concrete, and still be able to walk? THAT was really pushing what she allowed herself to believe was possible!" One thing was for sure, once the records of the mission came back, there was going to be a LOT of questions.

"Holy shit..." her clearly intelligent escort said, his quivering voice hovering somewhere between complete awe and bowel emptying terror at the sight of the man. The pilots' movements became frantic, his hands becoming a bur of motion as he tried everything he could to get the chopper airborne. Christie could almost swear she heard the man pray under his breath as his desperation increased with each passing second. She was actually going to die surrounded by idiots.

A sudden jerk was enough to shake her out of her thoughts as the blades of the helicopter roared back to life. The jerky motion of the lift-off was enough to make Christie want to vomit. Her body slamming against the cabin's interior wall as the engine whined back to life with a strained effort did little to put christie at ease. It was shacky, and christie could feel her stomach vibrate with utter hatred for its situation. Still, as she became airborne, christie allowed herself to take one last look at the image of her pursuer.

He stood stoically at the edge of the rooftop, staring upwards to the retreating helicopter as it unsteadily flew away from him. Like a proud predator unable to continue the hunt watching its wounded prey slink away to safety. Christie never thought she would enjoy the idea of being the hunted, of being the prey of any kind. Still, the memories of the man's eyes seemed to be doing things to her. Like a proud lioness coming face to face with another alpha predator, she couldn't help but give respect to. She sank into the hard cushion of her seat and stuck her face into her hands—that man's image burning into her mind, consuming her thoughts.

Fear. She thought to herself, as she watched the slight waver in her hands. She was actually afraid. When she began her life as a contract killer, she had felt uneasy and even a little scared after a kill. But today was the first time in a long time she felt the tingle of fear run up her spine. It was intoxicating.

The mist operative peaked out from behind the gutted machinegun, fear and dread plastered on his face for the world to see. The man was clearly regretting taking the position offered to him by Donovan. He sat silently, rocking back in forth as he palmed at his shoulder, an injury he must have sustained during the crash. He waited for her to say something, anything about what they all had just witnessed. Either waiting for thanks for doing his job under pressure or a reassurance that what they experienced was beyond anything they were originally debriefed over when they took the job.

He certainly didn't expect to see the woman start laughing.

"Oh, God." Christie managed to say between laughs, a chorus of sounds that seemed to erupt from the pit of her stomach. "What a rush."

Not once in her life had Christie experienced an adrenaline high like the one she experienced when she confronted that man. She was used to being in control of the situation, manipulating her opponent until she slipped her poison in. But for him? Every plan and every backup and every misdirection she had in her back pocket, nothing worked!

He was a juggernaut in every sense of the word…it blew her away. She brought a bloody building down on him, and he walked away with barely a scratch.

Her laughter died down. She leaned back into her seat, a content sigh leaving her lips as she stared out the window at the cityscape, a hand over her face. Even though her job with Donovan was over, she doubted he would let her off the hook so quickly. Donovan always had a bad habit of having a "to-do" list as long as her arm whenever he contacted her. Which meant even reporting her mission's success would do little to rid her of the man. For once, she couldn't find it in herself to be annoyed at the man's usual antics. Whatever negative thing one could say about Victor Donovan, his out-of-control ego and narcissism notwithstanding, he was undoubtedly connected and skilled in ways Chrisite needed.

He certainly knew how to find information on those who gained his attention.

"I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see each other again," She said with a hint of excitement in her voice." Darling."


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