Prologue

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The man didn't struggle. Nor did the silver dagger impaling his throat or Agent Blaze pushing it in, further and further. When the life drains out of his eyes and he stops choking on his blood, the girl straightens and moves away from the dead target.

"Agent Blaze, copy?"

The girl brushes her hair out of her face.

"Copy. He died. One could say of natural causes."

Her mentor chuckles. "Just what we'd like them to believe."

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