Neon lights flickered on the walls of the dark alley as the two of you moved silently forward. The night was your realm – two assassins whose names lived in whispers. She was one of the best you knew, fast, precise, and deadly. But no one is perfect.

Your target was on the roof of a luxury penthouse. From the top of the building, you watched as the defense systems zigzagged, ready to strike at anyone who dared to get too close. Your every move was pre-planned—or at least it should have been.

You moved after a silent signal. You moved through the shadows while she secured the area from a high point. The target was in your line of sight, her hand on her weapon. Before you could act, a sudden shot rang out – and a sharp pain tore through you.

At first you thought you had been hit. But when you looked up, you saw her shocked look. Her gun was still smoking.

— Sh–t… mumbled I wasn't referring to you!

The shot hit your shoulder, but it was deep enough to weaken you. The mission was in jeopardy, and the target was already sounding the alarm. You clutched your hand tightly to the wound as she grabbed you with a movement to pull you to cover.