Thantophobia

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Lena Luthor was without a doubt one of the world's best assassin. She had style, talent and the best part was that nobody knew she existed, the safest way to operate - although that didn't matter.

Lena never thought about the life that was taken. Ask her why she did what she did and she'd tell you the truth. She wanted to be the best. She had to be the best. Ever since she was a child, her focus had been on winning, the prize in front of her.

Her life was quiet in terms of people, and for a few years the only person she'd really known was Sam Arias, her boss. Sam and her's relationship was... Unique, one of a kind. And much to Sam's dismay, Lena knew a little too much of the other.

The job, her job was risky. One wrong move and you were dead, gone from the face of the Earth and in Lena's case: forgotten by the world. However, this didn't stop Lena from doing what she did, she loved her job, gave her good money, could be fun, showed her the world. Death wasn't a threat to Lena. Had to come sooner or later, right?

She was unsolved. Nobody quite knew who she was.

Kara Danvers on the other hand, Kara Danvers was an open book. Absolute sunshine. Nobody could ever miss the bright flash of her kind, gentle smile.

Kara was a curious person, sticking her nose into whoever's business wasn't her's. This curiosity lead Kara to the very job her sister had chosen, only slightly different. Kara was part of the DEO, the department of emergency operations, where she helped bring down some of the world's most ruthless criminals. Except while Alex completed dangerous missions successfully, Kara was stuck fetching coffee for the bosses, J'onn J'onzz and Cat Grant.

Now for the event that started it all. One simple murder, it should've mean nothing but it for sure meant something. The beginning of a lethal chain of similar events.

It all started in Vienna. Lena had a job to do and she'd do it. She was hired by an anonymous person to get rid of Maxwell Lord, the CEO and owner of Lord Industries. It was a simple kill.

So as Lena walked down the stone pathway, the smallest of blades in her fist, she began mapping out the next few steps in her head.

It was perfect. He'd be long dead before he even realised that she'd (or rather the knife in her hand) had made contact with his skin.  Precision was key, but as always Lena nailed it, she was a Luthor after all and even though her brother had exposed himself to the world for what he was didn't mean that she had to follow.

Nobody had ever payed attention to kills like this before. It looked just like an accident. The smallest of scratches handing the cruelest of consequences on a silver platter. However this one time, there was a witness. And so soon enough over in National City the DEO caught wind of this murder, putting it on a worldwide radar.

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Kara stumbled into the corridor, adjusting the glasses on her face as she fumbled with the paper bag containing Noonan's finest sticky buns for the late breakfast in the office. A familiar face appeared in the hallway, brows furrowed together, hands pulling on the lapel of her leather jacket.