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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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Nova's finger hovered over the trigger of her sniper, the air around her hot and humid as she waited to complete her mission. The target had finished work around half an hour before and should be home at any moment so she had to wait.
For a few weeks, Nova had been staying in an apartment in Paris, finding out the information the Red Room needed and then she would kill the target. She had tracked the woman's schedule for her job and found out how long it took to get home from her place of work.
The target walked into her flat, hanging her coat up on a chair and went to grab herself a drink as well as opening the window. Nova aimed for her head, looking through the eyepiece, resting her cheek on the adjustable cheekpiece, her finger now touching the trigger as she prepared to shoot.
Applying pressure to the trigger, the bullet shot out quickly, out of her open window and through the targets, into her head. She lowered the gun, turning the safety back on as she watched the target flop back onto her floor, dead and bleeding from her head.
Standing up, Nova placed the gun so it was leaning on her temporary bed and went into her kitchen, picking up a bottle of vodka and pouring herself a shot. She downed it quickly and started to pour a second. Heels sounded on the floorboards and she grabbed a knife from the back pocket of her denim shorts.
Madam B walked into her kitchen calmly and Nova flipped the knife back into her pocket and downed the second shot. Her teacher walked towards her, placing her handbag on the counter as she grimaced at the apartment, "This place is hideous."
"I don't exactly have time to paint the walls." Nova mumbled, slipping the vodka back over the counter and placing the shot glass into the washing up bowl. "It's finished."
"I saw. Good shot, my prize." Madam B approved, walking over and slapping her cheek lightly. "But your mission is not over yet."
"But the target is dead." Nova said, slightly confused.
"Yes, I know. There is second mission not too far from here. It saves bringing an extra Widow out here." Madam B explained. "But we will wait for you to have no alcohol in your system."
"It was two shots. It takes a lot for me to get pissed." Nova mused, leaning on the counter and crossing her arms.
"We don't want you to be sloppy." Madam B stated.
"Sloppy." Nova imitated her accent with a pout quietly and Madam B landed a slap to her cheek. "When have I ever been sloppy?"
"Need I remind you?" Madam B shot back, lifting her vest top and gesturing to the large scar Winter had left on her body. "Sloppy."
