The city of Ulterra flickered with rain-drenched lights, each building a monument of the future woven in layers of steel and glass. Hovercars buzzed faintly overhead, their flaring neon undercarriages creating an eerie glow in the early hours of midnight. The cacophony of the city jeered against the silence, masking the movements of a figure who thrived within the noise.
The Enigma
From the top of a towering skyscraper, she observed the streets below, motionless, invisible to untrained eyes. Her slender figure—perfectly contouring to the black-and-green armored bodysuit—melded seamlessly with the night. Her bodysuit, a creation of cutting-edge technology, fit her like a second skin. Matte black, it absorbed light, while luminous green streaks along the seams traced down her arms and legs, wrapping around her to hint at the lethal force she could unleash at any moment.
Her face was partly hidden behind a mask—elegant yet intimidating, with only her piercing, emerald-green eyes visible. Eyes that glowed faintly with a bioluminescent shimmer, giving away that she was no ordinary human. She was augmented, her senses heightened beyond nature’s limitations. Through the optical enhancements built into her mask, she scanned the streets below. Her prey was out there; of that much, she was certain.
The Target
There he was. Eryx Vane, a corrupt diplomat playing both sides of a cold war between Ulterra and the neighboring colony of Terranovus. He was seated in the back of an elongated skytaxi, flanked by two favored bodyguards. Amateur work, she thought. He was expecting an attack from street gangs or a rival politician, not her.
Her grip tightened around the glowing, translucent green dagger in her right hand. The weapon emitted a faint, violent glow, pulsing in time with her measured breathing. It functioned on an energy filament, capable of slicing through anything—a lethal promise she planned on keeping.
The Approach
One deep breath, and she jumped. The wind lashed at her, kicking up the rain in chaotic patterns as her sleek figure plummeted down in near silence. Halfway to her destination, she activated a holorepulsion system woven into her bodysuit. A quiet hum emitted from beneath her black boots, slowing her descent like an exotic feline predator closing in on prey.
She landed, balanced on a narrow catwalk suspended above the avenue, her green dagger reflecting the city’s lights like predatory eyes. Her physique, slender yet athletic, moved with a fluid grace—each motion deliberate and rehearsed. She darted forward, sticking to the shadows cast by large digital billboards flashing hourly ads for a new line of neurochips. Her bodysuit’s stealth-mode technology engaged, the black fabric shifting, camouflaging her against the metallic background. She moved like a ghost in the neon-lit world.
Closer now. The skytaxi came to a halt in front of a marble-clad structure—the diplomat’s private residence. The façade glittered with wealth and power, oblivious to the demise that trailed so close behind on silent feet.
The Kill
As Eryx Vane stepped out of the vehicle, oblivious to the shadows wrapping around him, she moved. In an instant, she was upon them. The two bodyguards had no chance to react, their monitoring systems scrambled by electronic interference she triggered with a flick of her wrist. A swift strike with her dagger—one to the throat, the other to the heart, and they crumpled to the wet pavement like discarded machinery. She barely registered their deaths; they were merely collateral.
Eryx sensed the danger too late, his breath catching as he twisted to escape. But she was faster. The diplomat’s wide, shocked eyes met hers just as her green dagger pierced his chest. The light of his life flickered and died, absorbed into the glow of her weapon. As he slumped to the ground, his body barely made a sound that could be heard amidst the rainfall and the hum of a city that never cared for the fallen.
She stood over him, her breathing steady, the faint pulse of her glowing dagger casting shadows on his lifeless face. The rain rinsed the blood from her weapon as quickly as it had appeared, as if wiping away the evidence of her hand.
The Reckoning
In the glow of the endless city, she slipped the dagger back into its holster at her side. The job was done, but the mission was far from over. Terranovus had paid a high price for Eryx Vane’s head—but others would soon follow. Political corruption was a hydra. Sever one head and two more would grow in its place. It was not her first time facing such a beast, nor would it be her last.
A single glance at the corpse beneath her feet, and she melted into the shadows. She left no trace, just as planned. She was a ghost in the neon-lit metropolis, and her mission was always to remain unseen, unheard, and unknown.
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