Having left her past life behind, Billie has not anticipated a reunion with her former unit in a South American heist four years after they drifted apart. The idea of reconnecting was far from her thoughts, however, as events take an unforeseen turn...
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AS THE VAN SCREECHED TO A HALT, four guards leapt out, weapons at the ready but Billie and Santiago were ready, their aims never missing as they took them down in fast motion, pushing forwards towards the van.
Billie barely had time to react when a guard they had missed lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. Santiago seemed to miss the skirmish as he was ahead of her, the sound of the rain muffling the sound of Billie's struggle as she tried to scramble to her feet.
The guard lunged again, landing a punch at her stomach but despite being momentarily stunned, she quickly regained her bearings, rolling to the side to avoid further attacks her training kicking in as she countered with a swift kick to his abdomen. Though he grunted in pain, he retaliated with a flurry of punches, driving Billie back onto the waterlogged ground.
Forced onto the defensive, Billie fought to protect herself from the relentless assault, each punch landing with brutal force. Blood pulsed in her ears as she fought to gain the upper hand but she could barely cause any harm as he dragged her up onto her weakened legs, holding her as a shield against Santiago who came running back for her.
As Santiago approached, he shouted a warning to the guard. "Suelta a la chica," he growled, his voice dripping with authority as he levelled his weapon at the guard.
The guard responded with a defiant sneer, and with a knife to her throat he tightened his grip on Billie's trembling form, using her as leverage against Santiago's advance, but a well-aimed shot from behind took him down.
Frank emerged from behind, with his weapon still aimed his eyes on the threat he had neutralized as Billie burst into a round of blows that landed upon the man with the butt of her rifle until Santiago intervened, dragging her away from the scene.
"Billie, enough!" his voice cut through the chaos, his grip firm as he pulled her away from the fallen guard. "Catfish is coming around with the van," he relayed to the others.
Soaked from head to toe and breathing heavily, Billie struggled against Santiago's hold, her adrenaline-fueled rage still coursing through her veins. Yet his calm demeanour gradually began to penetrate her haze of fury, and she reluctantly relented, allowing him to guide her away into the vehicle.
She was shoved into the back seat of the vehicle where Tom was already waiting. Upon noticing her soaked, bloody form, he nearly leapt into the back seat. "What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice tinged with concern, as Santiago hastily took the driver's seat. "Billie? What the hell happened?"
"Damn guard jumped her," Santiago cursed as he drove away.
"And where the hell were you?" Tom asked him, his tone accusatory.
