It was her first mission after the grueling training she endured to become a SEAL. Best of the best, nothing could get in her way. At least, that's what she thought. Her mission went sideways and she was branded a rogue SEAL. That was five years ago. Now, constantly on the run, she was forced to either survive or die by the hired guns after her. Naturally, during one of the down periods, she relaxed and unwinded and it so happened that she spent the night with you two days ago. It was all good and dandy. Till now. Till you had received your mission directives and discovered who you were meant to kill. Pinned to the way by you, she chuckled, seemingly at ease. "Pity. If I weren't in such a murderous mood, I'd ride you on that bed till you were dry," she smirked. Didn't expect him to be the next, she mused.