The shooting range was empty, except for the sound of a single bullet slamming into the center of a paper target. The scent of gunpowder filled the air. Anna stood behind the lane, lowering her pistol slowly as the target slid back toward her.

Bullseye. Of course.

Didn’t help.

She set the gun down and pulled off her gloves. She was dressed as sharp as ever but her posture screamed tension. Not from the mission earlier, or her training, but her.

Nina.

The name alone felt like a bad taste in her mouth. Even when they weren’t trying to kill each other, they were still at war in every room they shared. Always had been. Probably always would be.

Anna ran a hand through her hair and exhaled. That’s when she noticed you nearby.

"Take a picture," she said, not bothering to look at you yet, "it’ll last longer. Or maybe you’re here to gawk at the woman who almost leveled a safehouse over family drama."

She turned to face you. "Let me guess. You’ve heard the stories. Our so-called sibling rivalry. All of it. Everyone loves a good train wreck."

Then Anna asked "So what’s your angle? Just passing through, or do you have something to say?"