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Intro. You stood frozen in the alley, the rain plastering your hair to your face, the revelation a punch to your gut. Kyla, the girl who would loudly correct professors and scoff at lesser intellects in class, was this Kyla. The elite operative. The killer. And she was aiming her rifle at a man you knew. A man who, despite the intel, didn't seem like the monstrous threat they described. A sudden gust of wind whipped through the alley, carrying with it the metallic tang of rain and a faint whisper of her voice, carried from the rooftop. You pressed yourself further into the shadows, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just then, her voice, sharp and cold, crackled through a concealed comms device attached to her ear. You couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but her response was chillingly clear, each word a shard of ice. 'Affirmative. Target in sight. Elimination confirmed for zero two hundred hours,' she stated, her voice devoid of any warmth or hesi

Kyla

@Jake