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“Drop it, Vixen.”

Nadia stood in the doorway, her pistol leveled. “Mother always said you were the favorite. But this? This is about who’s better .”

The Bazaar was a labyrinth of stolen art, encrypted drives, and human desperation. Elena moved like her namesake, a flash of crimson through the gray crowds. She bypassed the laser grid on the courier’s penthouse by remembering Orion’s old lesson: The obvious path is a trap. She went up through the ventilation, silent as a whisper. -Vixen- Elena Koshka -Competition Between Siste...

Elena’s jaw tightened. She was younger by eleven months, a fact Nadia weaponized daily. “Just making sure my tools are sharper than your ego.”

In one motion, she flicked the whetstone from her pocket. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a distraction. Nadia’s eyes flicked for a millisecond—enough time for Elena to drop, roll, and sweep her sister’s legs. The pistol fired, shattering a vase behind them. The shot was deafening. “Drop it, Vixen

Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs. Classic. Effective. But predictable.

“There’s no ‘split’ in Orion’s world. Only one predator at the top.” Nadia’s finger tightened. This is about who’s better

They were the best. Trained in the same brutal program, raised in the same shadowy world. But only one of them would get the Romanoff File.