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.
Elena’s jaw tightened. She was younger by eleven months, a fact Nadia weaponized daily. “Just making sure my tools are sharper than your ego.”
They ran into the Budapest night—not as rivals, but as a pack. Two foxes. One bloodline. -Vixen- Elena Koshka -Competition Between Siste...
Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs. Classic. Effective. But predictable.
Then came the silence.
The mission was simple: infiltrate the Black Bazaar in Budapest, retrieve the file from the courier known as the Ghost, and exfiltrate. First one back to the safe house with the prize won more than a contract. They’d win the contract—the one that would make them the sole legacy of their late mentor, Orion.
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. In one motion, she flicked the whetstone from her pocket
“You cheated,” Nadia spat.