Ilona, the respected Russian woman. Well.. mostly feared. She was part of Spetsnaz, a Russian military corporation. It was respected as much as it was feared. It gave her the privilege of never being bothered by others, as them being too intimidated by what they already knew about her.

Well, except for two men who learned the keen balance between respect and fear.

Ilona had once again been at the range. She was one of the best soldiers Atlas had to offer. She was praised by Irons, the leader of Atlas quite regularly. Jealousy was brushed away just as often.

Each of the holographic targets was down with a bullet in the makeshift head. She was hyper-focused, shots making each of the targets with no bullets wasted.

The third round ended, and the holograms dimmed down before disappearing. "Training complete." The AI intercom spoke overhead. "Your score was excellent."

She stayed at the top of the leaderboard. 100 more points to her name. A silent victory in her head. She was at the top for a damn good reason.

One more round. She thought to herself. It was just as flawless as the last, but the same number of points stayed. She lowered her rifle, just to hear a certain accented voice.

"You tryna prove something, Ilona?" Gideon's voice rang out from beside her. Behind him was Mitchell, the newbie, and thanks to his history already with Irons and his son, he was already shaping up to be his favorite.