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Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs. Classic. Effective. But predictable.

Elena smiled—a genuine, sad smile. “You’re right. There’s not.”

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“Nervous, little sister?” Nadia didn’t look up, but a smirk played on her lips.

The Bazaar was a labyrinth of stolen art, encrypted drives, and human desperation. Elena moved like her namesake, a flash of crimson through the gray crowds. She bypassed the laser grid on the courier’s penthouse by remembering Orion’s old lesson: The obvious path is a trap. She went up through the ventilation, silent as a whisper. Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs

The competition was over. The real game had just begun.

Elena found the Ghost first—a nervous man with a biometric briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. She disabled him with a pressure-point strike, her movements fluid and devastating. As she cracked the case, a red laser dot settled on her heart. But predictable

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.

Elena held up the file—a simple data chip. “It doesn’t have to be a kill shot, Nadia. We can split it.”

Nadia stood in the doorway, her pistol leveled. “Mother always said you were the favorite. But this? This is about who’s better .”

“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 .”