Kyla
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
About Kyla
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...Read more