"She was bred to be the perfect soldier. She doesn't blink, she doesn't think, and most importantly she doesn't hesitate. She just kills without remorse."
Her entire life, Storm had only be one thing; a mindless soldier for those around her to use f...
"But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun
Somethin' in the orange tells me we're not done."
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THE RAIN WAS RELENTLESS, drumming steadily against the windowpane as if the world was sighing in the night's quiet. Storm stood with her forehead resting against the cool glass, her breath fogging up the surface for a brief moment before it vanished into the chill of the room. The streetlights outside were blurry halos of amber, their light muted and diffused through the sheet of rain that poured from the sky in endless streaks.
Her room was bathed in shadow, the edges of the furniture lost in darkness. The only light came from a small desk lamp, casting a soft, golden circle across the cluttered nightstand. In the center of the circle lay her handgun, gleaming in sharp contrast to the surrounding gloom-its cold metal a silent testament to the violent thoughts swirling in her mind.
Storm had replayed the plan a thousand times in her mind. Saturday morning would bring rain, with fierce winds sweeping across the Chicago skyline. The thick clouds would provide the perfect cover, concealing her every move. No one would expect a sniper to strike in such brutal weather, and in all of Chicago, only one agent could pull it off with such precision.
Jeanine believed her daughter to be dead, her biggest threat eliminated. She wouldn't have anyone patrolling the skyline, her security would be focused entirely on the ground-giving Storm a massive window of opportunity.
While the other dauntless members would be hiding in the surface levels of the surrounding buildings, she would be nestled away in the clouds.
But Storm was no fool, she knew her mother like the back of her hand.
Jeanine would never jeopardize her own safety to meet with Jack and Joanna-two people she considered beneath her. Instead, she would send a representative, and with Eric gone, Max was the only option left. But even so, her mother needed to maintain control. She'd ensure the conversation was closely monitored, likely with Max wearing an earpiece while her mother remained hidden nearby-safe, but close enough to observe everything that transpired.
Tobias and Tris' flimsy plan of capturing Jeanine would be a failure.
Maybe, just maybe, if Tobias hadn't tossed away the wall of trust they had built together, Storm would have helped.
