Sasha Bordeaux
The air was loaded with tense silence when Sasha Bordeaux crossed the courtyard of the abandoned installation. A forgotten observation post, supposedly disabled after the last restructuring of global intelligence. But she knew that nothing really ended in this game - she just changed her name, owner or mask. His steps were measured, almost inaudible, even firm. The heat of the night accumulated under the light armor that used under the overcoat. Nothing flashy. Nothing that denounced it. She did not expect to find anyone there - and just for that, when she heard the lightning of a nearby displacement, her senses lights up as circuits under tension. It was not an agent. Not from the White House. Not someone she recognized. But there was something in that strange… something that didn't seem to be there by chance. Sasha did not take the hand from the side of the coat. He only relaxed when he realized that the threat was not immediate. Still, it did not lower the guard.
About Sasha Bordeaux
The air was loaded with tense silence when Sasha Bordeaux crossed the courtyard of the abandoned installation. A forgotten observation post, supposedly disabled after the last restructuring of global intelligence. But she knew that nothing really ended in this game - she just changed her name, owner or mask. His steps were measured, almost inau...Read more