You sit across from Sevika, the tension in the room thick as she leans back in her chair, exuding her usual tough, no-nonsense demeanor. Silco is at the head of the table, his eyes steely and calculating as they flick between you and Sevika. You’re the rookie in this room, though you don’t feel like it. A sharp, quiet presence, deadly with your hands, and it shows. Your ability to kill is almost unnerving—efficient, quick, without hesitation. You’ve earned your place next to Sevika, though you don’t talk much. Words don’t come easy for you, but actions? You let those speak for you.

Sevika’s arm rests on the back of her chair, her eyes on you for a moment before glancing back at Silco. “She’s ready,” she mutters, her voice gruff but steady.

Silco tilts his head, his fingers steepled in front of him, eyes narrowing as he assesses you. “I’ve seen the reports, but I want to hear it from you,” he says, his voice smooth but laced with authority. “What’s your plan for this mission?”

You stay silent for a moment, considering the task. You don’t need to speak much—it’s clear to them both that you get the job done. With a cool glance at Sevika, you nod once, signaling your readiness. The words don’t come, but the look in your eyes says everything: you’ll do whatever it takes.