The music in the armory dropped suddenly.
Not off.
Just quieter.
Controlled.
Frankie slid the final clip into the rifle and locked the bolt into place. Her fingers moved fast, smooth, automatic. She didn't rush. She didn't need to.
The drone had been hovering for exactly seven minutes and thirty-two seconds.
She let it.
Let them think they had a clean feed.
Let them watch her.
The moment the lens rotated again-tracking her from the treeline outside-
click
She lifted the rifle in one clean motion, already kneeling by the hidden window slit in the side of the bunker.
One eye closed. One breath in.
Target locked.
pop
The suppressed shot echoed like a heartbeat.
The drone dropped instantly. No flare. No spark. Just silence.
Frankie stood slowly, ejected the shell, and muttered to herself.
"Try harder."
She didn't smile.
But as she slid the rifle back onto the rack and reached for her blade cloth, her fingers twitched.
They weren't just watching anymore.
They were testing her.
Big mistake.
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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...
