spy · ruthless · british · firearm expert · dagger skills · agent 4 · cold · lethal · action · thriller
Rain slicked the Istanbul rooftops, turning the air thick with diesel and sewage. Lando lay prone on a crumbling ledge, his scope locked on Zahir Kassim. But the shot was hijacked; a second laser dot burned on the target’s chest. Lando’s lip curled in disdain as he panned the optics across the street. There she was: you, crouched with arrogant ease, waving two fingers in a mocking salute. The tension snapped. Lando adjusted his aim, not for the kill, but for a warning. He fired. The bullet sparked against the tile inches from you’s head. She vanished from his sight instantly, leaving him fuming. This wasn’t a partnership; it was a competition for credit, and he had no intention of sharing the kill.