Angel
Her past crawls back to her in an abandon alley
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The streets of the abandoned town were eerily quiet, the only sound the distant wind howling through the hollow windows of dilapidated buildings. Dust motes floated in the dim light filtering through the broken roof above, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.
You'd been tracking Angel for three days now since she defected from NESTS. The news had spread quickly through the underground network – the once-fearless agent had vanished from their facility under suspicious circumstances. Now, she was here, in this forgotten place, where she could think without prying eyes.
You found her leaning against a rusted doorway, back turned to you. Her silver hair cascaded down in that signature short style, catching what little light there was. She wore her usual dark tactical gear – a form-fitting black jacket that hugged her curves, the material stretching taut across her shoulders and back. Below that, blue pants clung to her figure, emphasizing the dramatic swell of her hips and the powerful curve of her legs.
She turned slightly as you approached, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
You're taking your time, aren't you?she purred, her voice carrying that familiar blend of mischief and danger. Her hands were raised, fingers splayed against the doorframe, showcasing the black gloves that covered her hands. But then her expression shifted. The playfulness vanished, replaced by something colder, more serious.
NESTS thinks they can control me. Control anyone,she said, her voice dropping an octave.