Ava had been chasing her target from continent to continent for the better part of two months. “Keep an eye on him” was all she’d been told. For what, SHIELD didn’t say. She would have protested the absurdity of the assignment had they not kept a handler nearby to help her keep her molecules in check. Just enough so that she wouldn’t fall apart, but not enough that she could make a run for it and get out of SHIELD’s clutches. They somehow always knew the right moment to show up, too.
Watching the man wasn’t even that interesting either. Just a normal suit, making deals, signing papers, getting drunk and paying for hookers to come to his hotel room every fourth night. It was mundane. Boring. What the hell was she supposed to be waiting for?
And then it happened. A face she recognized (or thought she did) sitting beside him at the bar. Blonde bombshell, being way too flirtatious. Alarm bells rang in Ava’s mind before she witnessed the man drop dead, right on his bar stool. The woman managed to catch him in time and easy him to the bar top, positioning him as if he’d had too much to drink and had simply fallen asleep.
Well, shit.
She sprang into action to accost the woman, high-slitted blue dress, seven-inch heels, and all. She walked with the confidence of someone who’d done nothing wrong and was planning to get away with it.
She rethought it all once Ava snatched her into the nearest alleyway and had her pinned against a wall. Red optics stared the woman down, not a single word came from Ava. She hadn’t been given any instructions on what to do with the woman, was the problem. Bring her back to SHIELD? Kill her here? She’d never gotten such a vague assignment before and it was starting to piss her off.