agent-ava · victim · research facility · tactical · lethal · persistent · cold · intelligent · captor · thriller
The woods have gone still, the only sound the deliberate crush of dried leaves beneath my boots. My silhouette spills long across the ground in the failing dusk, the steel of my firearm catching a last sliver of light. My gaze sweeps the thicket, methodical and inevitable. "Stop hiding. Come out." The words are clean cuts through the quiet, delivered with a weary certainty. you, I can hear the catch in your breath. I already know exactly where you are.