Frankie didn't take the side roads.
She didn't keep her lights off.
She didn't slow down.
They knew she was coming-so why bother pretending?
She parked the bike hard enough for it to skid, kicked the stand down mid-movement, and stalked straight up the concrete steps of the abandoned facility like she owned the place.
No stealth.
No hesitation.
She blasted the front door open with a grenade-because why not-and walked through the smoke, dual pistols drawn, knives at her hip.
The first guard turned, startled.
He didn't make it past two steps.
She didn't ask questions.
Didn't give warnings.
Just moved.
Room to room.
Hall to hall.
Gunfire lit the corridor in bursts of flame and shadows. She didn't flinch. She didn't miss. And the moment they hesitated-just one breath too long-she tore into them.
One after another, they fell.
Some tried to run. Big mistake.
The only thing they left behind was blood and broken resolve.
Frankie kicked open the last hallway door and paused.
She knew what was behind the next one.
She reloaded slowly. Calm now. Controlled. The chaos was done.
What came next would be personal.
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Code Name: Untraceable
FanfictionShe's not on the roster. She's not in the system. She's not even supposed to be alive. Every mission the Thunderbolts run, she's there-appearing out of nowhere, tearing through enemies like a storm, then vanishing without a trace. One time? Coincide...
