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B A R C E L O N A s
pain
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june |2016
The sun was lying to rest for the evening.
A man walked inside his secluded mansion on the outskirts of Barcelona. Dressed in fancy clothes after leaving a fancy car parked in the garage with the door closing. All had to be purchased with billions in cash that wasn't his, just like Marc informed.
Sitting in a tree, hiding behind the giant branches filled with enough leaves to keep herself covered, Alex used the scope of her gun to scour the property, spotting the man through the tall glass window in his living room. With his back turned to her, Alex could only catch the silver hair on his head tucked into a ponytail. She peeked through the window, seeing Harris with a heavy duffle bag filled with pounds. Money that could have helped thousands of children find a secure home.
"Eye's locked in on the suspect." Alex said. Her blood was boiling from the disgusting work of a man.
"That's our guy." Marc said, using the spare comms he had in his storage unit from his days in the military.
Trusting his judgment, due to him being in a different position, Alex pressed a button to get a clearer image as she looked through the lens. Right as she did, Harris turned around, with a glass of wine and a pair of shades resting on the bridge of his nose, causing a silent gasp in her mouth.
"Do you copy?" Marc asked.
His voice faded into the back of Alex's mind as she inspected the culprit. The illusion of Lance Harris' grey hairs and wrinkles didn't fool her. Not even the innocent grin as he glanced down at his phone. No doubt he was finding another way to earn money with the Red Room out of service. Whatever his ordinary appearance portrayed, Alex could never forget that face.
A bitterness filled her mouth. Her heart racing as haunting images returned to the center of her mind after years of trying to forget. Now seeing Lance Harris, a cold-hearted devil in disguise, in the flesh, Alex wanted nothing more than to taste that sweet revenge. The victim took a sip of his alcohol as he stood behind the window of luxury while in contrast, his prey lurked. Waiting for the right moment to strike her demise towards him, beneath her venomous glare.
"Widow!"
Her partner's voice was loud enough to pull her back to reality. But her eyes were stuck on the target regardless.
"Do you copy?" Marc repeated the question.
"I'm going down." She said without waiting for permission. Alex shot a wire to the ground, the hook at the end digging into the concrete as she hopped off the tree she was perched in.
