After Bill puts a bullet in Beatrice's head, Bill joins forces with Dreykov and The Red Room. Weary of this, former agent Natasha Romanoff code name Black Widow decides she needs to join forces with Beatrice Kiddo code name Black Mamba. Whilst being...
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The engine roared as Natasha pushed the car to its limits, speeding down the dusty backroads. The sun had dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. Beatrix sat in the passenger seat, her katana resting across her lap, her expression unreadable. The blood of Elle Driver still stained her hands, but her focus had shifted. Bill was her target now.
"I thought you'd feel something," Natasha said, breaking the silence as she expertly navigated a sharp turn.
Beatrix didn't look at her. "I feel... done. With her, at least. Bill's the one I need to bury."
Natasha nodded, understanding the weight of Beatrix's words. She had seen revenge consume people before, and while she respected Beatrix's focus, she also knew the toll it could take.
The plan was simple: track Bill's movements, corner him, and finish it. Natasha's network of contacts had already provided intel suggesting Bill was holed up in a secluded compound deep in the mountains, surrounded by mercenaries and the remnants of his criminal empire. It wasn't going to be easy, but Beatrix didn't care. She thrived in the impossible.
As they drove, the faint hum of a helicopter broke the monotony of the car's rumble. Natasha's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.
"We've got company," she said, her voice sharp.
Beatrix turned to look, her jaw tightening. A black military helicopter was approaching fast, kicking up a storm of dust behind it.
Natasha cursed under her breath. "That's not just anyone. That's Ross."
"Ross?" Beatrix asked, her voice low.
"General Thaddeus Ross. Government pit bull. He's been after me for years. Looks like he finally caught up."
The helicopter loomed closer, and the unmistakable whine of jeeps and motorcycles followed, appearing like ghosts on the horizon.
Natasha slammed the gas pedal down. "Hold on!"
The car lurched forward, kicking up dirt and gravel as Natasha weaved down the narrow road. Beatrix gripped the dashboard with one hand, the other steadying her katana.
"They don't want me. Not yet," Beatrix said, her voice calm despite the chaos. "They're here for you."
"They'll take you, too," Natasha shot back. "Trust me. Ross doesn't leave loose ends."
A sharp crack echoed through the air. Beatrix glanced out the rear window to see sparks flying off the road as bullets peppered the ground around them.
"Perfect," Beatrix muttered.
Natasha jerked the wheel, sending the car veering off the main road and into a rocky ravine. The jeeps and motorcycles followed, their engines roaring.
"We can't outrun them forever," Natasha said.
"Then we don't," Beatrix replied, already unbuckling her seatbelt. "We fight."
Natasha glanced at her, her eyes wide. "Are you insane?"
Beatrix opened the door and climbed onto the roof of the speeding car, her katana gleaming in the fading light. "I've been called worse."
The first motorcycle drew close, its rider aiming a rifle at the car. Before he could fire, Beatrix leaped from the roof, landing on the bike with the grace of a predator. The rider barely had time to react before her katana sliced through the air, knocking him to the ground.
She swung the bike around, now riding toward the pursuing jeeps. Behind her, Natasha had slammed the brakes, sending the car skidding into a defensive position.
The helicopters roared overhead, their searchlights cutting through the dust. Ross's voice boomed through a loudspeaker.
"Romanoff! Kiddo! Stand down, and no one has to die!"
Beatrix let out a dry laugh, revving the motorcycle. "He doesn't know me very well, does he?"
Natasha climbed out of the car, her twin pistols drawn. "They never do."
The battle erupted in a flurry of motion. Beatrix weaved through the jeeps, her katana carving through tires and engines as bullets whizzed past her. Natasha moved with precision, taking out soldiers with well-placed shots.
The ground shook as an armored jeep barreled toward Natasha. Beatrix saw it and spun the bike around, charging at the vehicle head-on. She leaped from the motorcycle at the last second, her katana slashing through the windshield and the driver behind it. The jeep swerved and flipped, rolling to a fiery stop.
Above them, the helicopter circled, its guns trained on the battlefield. Beatrix stood in the open, glaring up at the machine.
"Ross!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "You want me? Come get me!"
The helicopter descended slightly, the side door sliding open. Ross himself stepped into view, a megaphone in one hand, a pistol in the other.
"Beatrix Kiddo," he said, his voice echoing through the ravine. "You're a hard woman to find."
"And you're about to wish you hadn't," she shot back.
Natasha moved to her side, her guns still aimed at the remaining soldiers. "What's the play?" she asked.
Beatrix smirked, her eyes locked on Ross. "We finish this, then we finish Bill."
The helicopter's guns whirred to life, and the battle raged on.
