"White, female, blonde hair, blue eyes."
"Twenty eight years of age. Nationality is American. Occupation is Elite Soldier."
Alexandria notes the information that's being given to her as she examines the sight below her. Her brows furrow and she nods while taking a step back. "She took a beating."
"We rounded up six bodies today. All suspected to be her own kills."
A chuckle leaves the older woman's lip in surprise. "All hers, hm?"
"Yes, Miss Deveraux. We were able to find her school records. She was top of her classes, when it came to physical training. She's fluent in multiple languages, Russian, Spanish, Japanese, Italian, to name a few. She's single handily better than 30 soldiers combined. She's considered unstoppable."
"Yet, there's always someone who can stop the unstoppable."
A few beats of silence passes by before Alexandria dismisses her man and takes a seat in the chair adjacent to Billie who's lying in the hospital bed.
She crosses one leg over the other and indulges in a French magazine. Without glancing at a single clock, she counts exactly thirty eight minutes when she hears a stir of moment to her right.
She turns her head and watches as Billie stirs awake. Billie's eyes open first, a groan leaving her lips. Slowly, she turns her head to one side and then to the other.
Her eyes roam and then lock onto Alexandria's eyes. Alexandria places her magazine down on table and sits back. Billie's eyes roam from the woman's eyes, then her nose, her lips, then her body.
She shoots up with urgency and lunges at Alexandria. "Not the nicest way to introduce yourself." Alexandria retorts.
Alexandria slides back in her chair, grabbing the magazine and backhanding Billie with it. Billie lets out a yelp, still weakened by her previous injuries. Still, her mission is to be fulfilled.
"Are you done, mon amour?"
Billie tilts her head at the woman and glances at the different cords in the room. "Where am I?" Billie steps back, still ready to strike.
"It's pretty obvious, no?" The accent is thick in her voice and Billie can't hide her disbelief in the fact that standing in front of her is someone she's been hunting for over a decade. Clear as day, it almost makes her not want to kill her, but instead admire her work.
Alexandria stands up, brushing herself off, and glancing at Billie. She walks closer to Billie, towering over her. "Goodness, what they say about your eyes is true. Just stunning." Alexandria smirks and nudges past Billie out of the hospital room.
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"You have to trust me, please!"
"Get off of me!"
The girl's legs flail hysterically as she attempts to pry the man off of her. "Just listen to me, will you!?"
She screams loudly as her legs are held down and he inches closer to her face. "Please. Please, you're only hurting yourself."
"Who are you?" The girl sobs loudly. The man smiles in her face, "I'm Walter."
"Alexandria."
The woman turns her head sharply to the sound of her name. She glances at the familiar boy and ushers him over. He sits beside her comfortably and they both look ahead at the waves crashing into one another and her toes dig into the sand.
"How are you feeling? You've been to yourself all day."
Alexandria turns away from him and brushes her fingers through his hair. "Just thinking," She replies to him. He nudges in closer and notices a gun by Alexandria's feet. "Should I be expecting that you used that today?" He looks at her.
