"Too bad." There's a slight, vicious twist to her voice that indicates the part she regrets is that she wasn't the one to supply the bullet.
He had not been the worst of Dreykov's monsters. He'd still been one of them.
She follows him up the steps, gaze roving restlessly, though she keeps her steps measured and nerves in check. He'd said he had a signal jammer to mute her tracker. She still half-expects a kill team to pop out of the shadows at any moment. She's long since learned to have little trust in any equipment she hasn't prepared for herself.
She's silent for a long moment, trying to ignore the throbbing in her skull as she sifts through her memories. "You were patient," she says finally. "Gentle. I remember thinking you seemed sad sometimes. You never beat me for making a mistake. And then you were gone."
Because the girls were too fond of him? Because he'd been reassigned to something more important that training tiny murderers? She's not sure, and asking questions had been heavily discouraged.
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He had not been the worst of Dreykov's monsters. He'd still been one of them.
She follows him up the steps, gaze roving restlessly, though she keeps her steps measured and nerves in check. He'd said he had a signal jammer to mute her tracker. She still half-expects a kill team to pop out of the shadows at any moment. She's long since learned to have little trust in any equipment she hasn't prepared for herself.
She's silent for a long moment, trying to ignore the throbbing in her skull as she sifts through her memories. "You were patient," she says finally. "Gentle. I remember thinking you seemed sad sometimes. You never beat me for making a mistake. And then you were gone."
Because the girls were too fond of him? Because he'd been reassigned to something more important that training tiny murderers? She's not sure, and asking questions had been heavily discouraged.