The narrow alley Vivienne turned into was darker than she expected, lit only by the dim orange glow of a flickering overhead bulb. The faint hum of a distant motor and the occasional dripping of water were the only sounds accompanying her steps. Despite the stillness, she knew she wasn\u2019t alone. Her hand slipped to the concealed knife strapped to her thigh. Vivienne always came prepared. Especially for this.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re late,\u201d a gruff voice came from the shadows. A figure stepped into the dim light\u2014a man with a face that seemed carved out of granite. His sharp cheekbones and cold eyes betrayed no emotion.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lucky I came at all, Marcus,\u201d Vivienne retorted. Her voice was silk dipped in venom. \u201cAfter what happened last time\u2026\u201d She let the words linger, her grip tightening on the blade she hadn\u2019t yet revealed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRelax,\u201d Marcus said, raising both hands in a mock gesture of surrender. \u201cI have what you asked for.\u201d<\/p>\n
From his coat pocket, Marcus pulled out a small silver case. Vivienne\u2019s eyes narrowed. She\u2019d been searching for this for months\u2014a device supposedly capable of unlocking any encrypted system in the world. At one point, she thought it was a myth, but here it was, in Marcus\u2019s gloved hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy so generous?\u201d she asked, suspicion thick in her tone. \u201cYou\u2019re not exactly known for your philanthropy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus smirked. \u201cLet\u2019s just say, I owe you. Or, more accurately, I owed him.\u201d His smile faded, and Vivienne\u2019s stomach twisted. Him. There it was again. The ghost she couldn\u2019t shake.<\/p>\n
Before she could respond, the sound of a gun cocking echoed through the alley. Vivienne spun on her heel to find herself staring down the barrel of a gun held by a lanky boy who couldn\u2019t have been older than nineteen. His hands shook slightly, betraying his inexperience despite his efforts to appear intimidating.<\/p>\n
\u201cTold you to leave her alone, Marcus,\u201d the boy said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. \u201cShe\u2019s not part of this anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStand down, kid,\u201d Marcus said casually, as if this kind of standoff were routine. \u201cYou don\u2019t want to do something you\u2019ll regret.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivienne\u2019s mind raced. The boy\u2019s face was familiar, though she couldn\u2019t immediately place it. \u201cDo I know you?\u201d she asked, her voice steady despite the chaos brewing.<\/p>\n
The boy\u2019s grip faltered slightly. \u201cYou don\u2019t remember, do you?\u201d he asked, his voice tinged with bitterness. \u201cYou killed my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The accusation hit Vivienne like a punch to the gut. Memories from years ago flooded back\u2014an op gone wrong, faces she tried to forget. \u201cThat wasn\u2019t\u2026 I didn\u2019t have a choice,\u201d she said weakly, the words hollow even to her own ears.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s always a choice,\u201d the boy snapped. And just like that, his finger tightened on the trigger. But before he could fire, Vivienne moved. A single fluid motion\u2014her blade flashed like quicksilver in the faint light. The boy crumpled, his weapon clattering to the ground. Vivienne stood over him, her chest rising and falling heavily.<\/p>\n
Marcus let out a low whistle. \u201cStill got it,\u201d he said. \u201cBut you might want to get out of here before his friends show up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vivienne took the silver case from Marcus without another word. She walked back onto the main street, leaving behind the darkness and the blood, but carrying the weight of what she\u2019d done. She wiped her blade on the inside of her jacket before slipping it back into its sheath. The black fur absorbed the rain as it began to fall again.<\/p>\n
People moved past her, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. The city, with all its beauty and brutality, kept moving, and so did she. Her steps were as confident as ever, but each one carried a shadow, a reminder of the ghosts that followed her. The neon lights painted her in hues of pink and blue as she disappeared into the bustling crowd.<\/p>\n
She had what she came for. Now, all that was left was to figure out what it would cost her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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