The safe house smelled of ozone and cold steel. Elena Koshka, codename: Vixen, ran a whetstone along the edge of her hidden blade, her auburn hair catching the dim light. Across the table, her sister, Nadia—codename: Lynx—was field-stripping her pistol with surgical precision.
“There’s no ‘split’ in Orion’s world. Only one predator at the top.” Nadia’s finger tightened.
Elena stood over Nadia, the data chip in her hand. Her sister glared up at her, fury and grudging respect in her eyes. -Vixen- Elena Koshka -Competition Between Siste...
In one motion, she flicked the whetstone from her pocket. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a distraction. Nadia’s eyes flicked for a millisecond—enough time for Elena to drop, roll, and sweep her sister’s legs. The pistol fired, shattering a vase behind them. The shot was deafening.
“Nervous, little sister?” Nadia didn’t look up, but a smirk played on her lips. The safe house smelled of ozone and cold steel
“No,” Elena replied, offering a hand. “I just knew my sister better than she knew me. Now get up. We have a dead courier, a room full of alarms about to trigger, and one data chip between us. Let’s go together .”
The competition was over. The real game had just begun. “There’s no ‘split’ in Orion’s world
They were the best. Trained in the same brutal program, raised in the same shadowy world. But only one of them would get the Romanoff File.
Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs. Classic. Effective. But predictable.