WONDERWALL ˞ BUCKY BARNES

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MADRIPOOR

Dara felt her vision start to blur as her back slammed into the wall, causing excruciating pain to spread throughout the upper part of her body. She gritted her teeth and shook her head to regain some consciousness that was slowly slipping away from her. There was no room for her to fail. She could not afford to even think about failing.

"You're quite persistent, aren't you?"

At this point, Dara knew the taunts and threats that came from her opponent held no significant weight. He was merely bluffing, too stubborn to admit defeat. Even though he tried to make it sound as if he had the upper hand, they both knew very well that Dara's combat skill was not to be underestimated. She succeeded in making a man that is twice her size ran out of breath and lost his balance. A few broken ribs too, if not more.

The man's eyes met Dara's and he began to see red as he watched a satisfied grin crept into Dara's face and she confidently said, "So I've been told."

Before the man could get a single word out of his mouth, Dara swung her leg and gave a hard kick to his shin, and just as he started to fall, she spun around and did a roundhouse kick to the back of his head, sending the man's face crashing into the rough surface of the alley's street.

Dara crouched down to observe the man's limp body and check if he was really unconscious. When she made sure of it, she pressed a button on her earpiece, "The job is done."

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Dara used to despise the air that the Power Broker's headquarter gave off.

Dark, bleak, somber—the list goes on.

She understood that she was not a saint herself and that her hands are marred with the blood of others, but even so, there were days where she found herself suffocating when she stepped her foot into the headquarter.

But those days are gone now.

After the incident that turned her world upside down, she no longer felt the need to feel emotions. It would only be a flaw to her plans. She turned into the perfect assassin the Power Broker could ever ask for.

Dara knew the Power Broker could sense the hesitation and sympathy in her before and that is precisely why she was never their first pick for missions. Now that those things were scrapped off of her vocabulary, they were more than glad to use her to do all of their dirty work.

Dara had just finished giving her reports and was stepping out of her boss' office when she heard someone wondered out loud, "If it isn't Adhara Maharani herself, the boss' favorite lap dog."

"Bacot," Dara replied almost instantly, not even putting an effort to hide it from the person standing behind her. She turned around only to see a fellow Power Broker's henchman, Aurora—or as she preferred it, Rory.

"I might not be Indonesian, but I know you were cursing at me."

Dara grinned, "That's because you memorized a lot of Indonesian curse words."

"I have to admit, jancuk has a nice ring to it," Rory replied with a nonchalant shrug and Dara snickered at how fluently Rory said the word.

"Well, technically, jancuk is not really an Indonesian word."

"Yeah, yeah. Your country and its many languages," Rory waved her hand in a dismissing manner as she approached Dara, and then they began to walk towards the parking lot together.