[The words in bold are spoken in Russian]

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I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. And I never thought I'd turn into putty if I ever did find myself in this kind of situation.

Bottom line; I wasn't prepared for this.

Blood dripped down from my hands to the floor, but it wasn't mine. The Hydra agent in front of me glanced at it, and it only took him a second - or less - to process what was wrong about the scene.

I was caught red-handed. Literally.

"Quinn's been attacked," he spoke into his earpiece, obviously fuming. "I repeat, Quinn has been attacked."

I grabbed my gun from my holster, aiming it at the man who saw me kill his friend before pulling the trigger. He fell, dead.

I walked over to his body, bending down to rip the earpiece from him. Inserting it in my right ear, I listened in for reports.

"Ankov," a gruff voice spoke through the earpiece, panicked. "Are you shot? Is Quinn alright?"

I hesitated, should I imitate Ankov? Could I even pull that off?

"Ankov!" He sounded more mad than panicked now, and I decided to cross out imitating the dead man.

I dropped myself onto the ground, rolling as if I got shot.

"Sir, this is Lisa. I've been shot by the attacker, too." I pretended to moan in agony.

"And Ankov? Quinn?" He questioned.

I shook my head, before realizing he couldn't see me. I took a shaky breath, "They... they are unconscious."

I could hear him yelling dozens of profanities, and it wasn't a melodic sound at all.

"Did you see the attacker, Lisa?"

I mocked another cry of pain, "No, sir. I came when I heard the gunshots. He ran away after shooting me."

The boss, Niko, huffed. I could tell he was angry. "I will check the security systems."

Shit. Shit!

I stood up quickly, shooting the surveillance camera behind me. How could I have been so careless? I should have escaped the minute I shot Ankov.

As I observed my surroundings, I listed down the options of where to run to in my head. I was just about to think about the consequences of each option before the same, scary voice interrupted me.

"Lisa?" He said.

I replied in a cautious tone. "Yes, boss?"

He growled, "You are dead."

I cussed sharply, ripping the earpiece out and throwing it to the ground. I then reloaded my guns as quick as I could, and tried to calm myself down.

I kicked the door open, finding that Niko had already alerted the squadron near me as they had all marched towards me with guns. There were at least a hundred of them.

"There's no escape, traitor! " the leader yelled, his gun trained on me.

Should I kill them all?

"You bitch!" He called out again, this time more loud and much more clear. He wanted me to hear that.

Hell, yes.

I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I tuned out their voices. I let go of all my doubts and everything conflicting my mind. I needed to be in full focus if I wanted to make it out of here alive.

When I opened them, I didn't hesitate to aim and shoot. I caught them off guard. With one arm, I shot them one by one. It was like everything moved in slow-motion except for me and my gun. By the time some of them caught up to the situation, I had already pulled the trigger on them.

Finally, the leader was the only one left. The one who called me a bitch.

He shot at me, but I managed to dodge all the bullets. It was easy, because he was shooting in one direction the whole time. I growled as I shot his leg. He crumpled down to the floor in pain, screaming like a wounded animal.

I grabbed his chin, and shoved my gun in his ugly face. "You wanna call me a bitch?"

He let out a nasty whine. I wanted to end him, and quick. Click. I stared at my gun, now useless.

I pulled my arm back and aimed it at his face, punching him with all the force I could gather. "That's what you get."

He was knocked out in a second, but I couldn't leave any witnesses. He saw me eye to eye. There was no way in hell I was letting him live. But maybe I could. Out of spite. Just so he knew what the consequences of calling me a bitch were.

I turned to walk away, but not before I searched the nearest agent next to me, finding what I was looking for. Something in my gut twisted as I looked back at the so-called leader, and to the gun in his holster. Screw it. I grabbed the pistol.

And then I put a bullet through his head.

I scanned the room for the nearest exit, and found the familiar hunky metal door that led outside. I sped walk, and as I reached the door, I grabbed the thing I stole from the agent before.

"Good riddance, assholes. " I said, as I pulled the pin from the grenade and tossed it into the room as far as I could.

I walked away, the building exploding into bits. I was far enough to be unaffected by it. Moments later, bits of ashes rained down, and I held out my hand. It landed onto my palm gently, and I smirked.

I blew the remains of hell away, and began my run.