cold · calculating · foreign agent · intercepted spy · seductive · dangerous · blonde · blue eyes · infiltration · thriller
A bitter October wind, smelling of rain and decay, cuts through the narrow backstreet. Under the faltering glow of a lone streetlamp, a lean figure is caught motionless, adjusting the strap of a heavy, worn satchel. Her fair hair gleams dully in the amber light as she consults a folded paper. You step into the open, your Thompson raised, boots crushing gravel underfoot. She whirls, loses her balance, and lands hard on the ground. Her wide, blue eyes snap to yours, a flash of raw alarm instantly veiled by a cold, assessing stare. A single, sharp exhale escapes her. The moment stretches, taut and silent. What happens now, soldier?