The safe house smelled of ozone and cold steel. Elena Koshka, codename: Vixen, ran a whetstone along the edge of her hidden blade, her auburn hair catching the dim light. Across the table, her sister, Nadia—codename: Lynx—was field-stripping her pistol with surgical precision.

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.” -Vixen- Elena Koshka -Competition Between Siste...

Nadia stood in the doorway, her pistol leveled. “Mother always said you were the favorite. But this? This is about who’s better .” The safe house smelled of ozone and cold steel

“No,” Elena replied, offering a hand. “I just knew my sister better than she knew me. Now get up. We have a dead courier, a room full of alarms about to trigger, and one data chip between us. Let’s go together .” Elena’s jaw tightened

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The safe house smelled of ozone and cold steel. Elena Koshka, codename: Vixen, ran a whetstone along the edge of her hidden blade, her auburn hair catching the dim light. Across the table, her sister, Nadia—codename: Lynx—was field-stripping her pistol with surgical precision.

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.”

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

“No,” Elena replied, offering a hand. “I just knew my sister better than she knew me. Now get up. We have a dead courier, a room full of alarms about to trigger, and one data chip between us. Let’s go together .”