girl

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"Katya Kovalik, what do you know of her?"

Blood red lips split into a smile, eyes glistening with devious intent. "She died."

Eyebrows raise a pen scratching onto paper. "When?"

"She was just a girl."

The pen drops, a sigh escaping. "We both know she is more than a girl. Older by many years."

A head tilts, a tongue darting over white teeth seductively. "You asked about Katya Kovalik."

"Fine." The pen no longer sits on the table. Only one occupant aware of the new location. "What do you know about the first Black Widow?"

"Plenty." 

Faster than the man could blink, the pen was lodged into his jugular. Blood spurting from the artery and trailing down his bobbing throat. The light leaves his eyes, the woman withdrawing the pen and bringing it to her lips. 

"But that's a secret." 

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