This story follows Karina Yu, a Korean intelligence investigator missioned to capture a psychopathic assassin notably known as Winter.
Wyatt "Winter" Kim works for a large criminal organization known as Black Mamba. Assassins are called Naevis, who...
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"What were you thinking swooping in on Agent Yizhuo like that? I had a plan!" Wyatt fumed, learning Black Mamba nabbed Ning for Kosmo agent intel. With her phone glued to her ear, she watched Karina and Camila's epic battle with a stubborn vending machine unable to pop out the snacks they wanted. The princess, undeterred, delivered a swift kick to it. Karina signaled her to stop and mouthed, "That's enough."
Agent Cho responded with a casualness that could only infuriate Wyatt further. "You never mentioned Agent Yu was here. She's the bigger fish, but they couldn't get her so we had to snatch the Chinese tech." She could hear murmuring and giggling from girls in the background. He seemed to be at a party.
Hearing Karina's name out of his mouth only fueled her anger. Wyatt knows how he works; at least he reserved huge targets for himself to claim the credit. She was fairly certain that he hadn't reported Karina to Black Mamba yet.
"So where the fuck is Yizhuo?!" Make no mistake, Ning meant nothing to her; she was just a trophy for Karina.
"Violeta Loca. Come back and interrogate this Chinese agent so we can be done. After all, this is why we came here." He demanded. This only meant that Wyatt was tasked to question Ning and have her cough up the Kosmo file... which wasn't her plan. "And bring your little Kosmo friend. I'll split the money."
Wyatt took in a deep breath, attempting to regain composure before offering a response. The sheer audacity of him, discussing Karina as if she were just another mission, another head to deliver to the higher-ups.
How dare he.
Wyatt took this personally.
"Give me two hours. Do not touch the Kosmo agent." Her annoyance evident in her tone, "Fucking useless asshole." She whispered as soon as she ended the call. She clenched her fist, contemplating various ways to put an end to him—perhaps breaking his limbs one by one and leaving him to suffer, orchestrating an "accidental" fall from a towering height, subtly introducing a slow-acting poison into his routine. The possibilities danced in her mind, each option more creative and fitting than the last.
