LOGINAlexia and many others were in the training grounds today, she personally liked the punching bag in the corner because she didn’t have to interact with others.
She spent most of her time in this specific corner and punched away until she felt she couldn’t go on. Alexia wasn’t in the mood to deal with the squad, so she had made sure to skip breakfast and as she came straight down to the training grounds, where everyone had arrived after finishing their breakfast.
Alexia was known as the meanest in their squad but all she ever wanted was to be recognised for her skills. She hated being vice-captain as much as she hated being second place at everything to Sofia. Alexia couldn’t remember the last time she had an unaggressive conversation with her.
All sorts of angry thoughts and jealousy were the tools that kept her motivated and pushed her over her limits. Alexia couldn’t understand why Adrian wasted his time trying to love Sofia when she was so madly in love with him. She continued to punch the bag with force until she felt it is stop moving, as she looked up, she saw Adrian behind the punching bag. Alexia could feel her cheeks turning red, but she tried covering it up with a cough.
‘You, okay?’ Adrian asked as he showed his best smile.
‘Yes, I am fine, just felt my throat get itchy for a second.’ Alexia said and proceeded with removing her boxing gloves.
‘I saw you from where I was with my squad, and you were giving this bag a serious beat down. It almost seemed like you were imagining someone’s face.’ Adrian said and laughed a little, Alexia returned the favour with an awkward laugh of her own.
‘You have no idea how bad I want to punch that person.’ She said as she used her hand to wipe her sweating face and regretting it almost immediately.
‘Anyone I know?’ Adrian pushed further.
‘You might.’ Alexia responded blanky, not wanting to give herself away in front of him.
‘Where is the rest of your squad?’ Adrian asked as his eyes started scanning the area. Alexia sighed internally because she knew that he was probably looking for Sofia.
‘I came here alone, and I haven’t seen them today as yet. Are you looking for Sofia?’ Alexia said bitterly. He looked at her strangely but brushed Alexia’s tone and expression away.
‘I am but seeing as she’s not here I will be on my way now.’ Adrian said and gave her a sweet smile as he turned away and continued down the path to his squad. Alexia swore under her breath, disappointed that he came here in search for Sofia and angry that her words made him leave.
Alexia has never wanted someone the way she wanted Adrian and she didn’t know how but she knew that she needed to make Adrian hers. As she continued to angrily sulk in the corner the captain of the Blood squad and her crew walked in. She spotted Alexia all alone and she smirked in satisfaction.
‘Alexia! Where are the rest of your squad?’ The Terminator asked as she approached Alexia.
‘Do you have business with them?’ Alexia responded with venom in her voice.
‘I have a score to settle with you, seeing as you are always second best when it comes to your captain.’ The Terminator said.
‘Bianca, do you have nothing better to do?’ Alexia asked as she removed her boxing gloves. Bianca’s smile filtered as an angry one surfaced.
‘Bianca, you don’t challenge a lower grade assassin unless their captain grants the permission.’ Adrian said trying to put up the fire between the two female assassins.
‘So, Alexia will you fight me? Accept my challenge and let’s put a proper tag between us.
‘I accept your challenge, Bianca.’ Alexia said as she took a deadly step towards Bianca.
‘I don’t think that’s very clever of her.’ A female assassin from the Blood Squad said.
‘The girl accepted my challenge, let her face the consequences of her own decisions. Don’t try and interfere again, do you understand.’ Bianca said as she turned and looked at her team member angrily.
‘Yes captain.’ The female assassin said looking regretful for speaking up earlier.
‘Spread out, this out to be interesting. Let them take the centre.’ The captain from the War Squad said as he smiled happily for the free entertainment. Alexia walked pasted Bianca to the centre and stood there as she waited for her to come. Bianca walked to the centre and pulled out her katana and fixed her stance as she waited for Alexia to reveal her own weapon.
Everyone was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Alexia couldn’t use her guns here so she would have to rely on her fast movement and boxing skills if she wanted to win the fight against Bianca. She refused to lose face here because if she did, she would remain a laughing shock for the rest of her life within this academy.
Alexia lifted her fists in front of her and crouched down a little as she waited to hear the rules of the fight.
‘The first to make the other bleed wins the fight. Are you both clear?’ The Extinguisher, captain of the War Squad said.
‘Understood.’ Alexia said and fixed her eyes on Bianca.
‘Let’s just start.’ Bianca said as she position her foot in the correct fighting sequence.
‘BEGIN!’ The Extinguisher shouted happily.
‘Bianca came charging towards Alexia with her katana aimed at her shoulder but Alexia smoothly dodged it as she reversed elbowed Bianca in the back of the head as she dodged her attack. The excitement of the crowd was showing through their eager eyes but they all remain quiet.
Bianca quickly turned around and kicked Alexia in the stomach which caused her to move back at the blow. Alexia and Bianca continued to fight each other furiously and at a critical moment Sofia and her squad walked in. They all looked confused until they got closer to the circle and saw Alexia fighting. Sofia’s eyes turned dark as she looked at Alexia who had undermined her authority by fighting without her permission.
As the crowd noticed Sofia’s presence, they spread apart, which granted Bianca and Alexia the perfect few to see the big scowl on her face. This caused a distraction for a few seconds but they turned back to their fight like they didn’t notice Sofia. So, Sofia walked to the weapon rack and picked up a spear.
Sofia turned and ran quickly towards Bianca and Alexia and she stepped on Alex’s back who was on his knees and flew right into the centre where both assassins were fighting. Sofia wielded the spear and slashed Bianca on the shoulder and slashed Alexia on the thigh with her quick reflect. The crowd didn’t look surprised at Sofia’s action, rather they looked bemused.
‘Fucking imbeciles.’ Sofia said angrily and dropped the spear on the ground.
‘What the fucking hell Sofia?’ Bianca scream out as blood gushed out of her shoulder.
‘Captain, I am sorry.’ Alexia said, not looking apologetic at all. Sofia looked at her and walked away from them both and the crowd started cheering and clapping.
‘Grim reaper.’ They cheered. Alex and O’Brian walked toward Alexia and grabbed her by her wrist and lead her away from the grounds.
Sofia stood alone in the communications room long after everyone else had cleared out.The space was dim, lit only by the glow of monitors and the faint reflection of her own face in the glass. On every screen, fragments of the Council’s broadcast looped endlessly—her name, her image, her sentence. Traitor. Target. Threat.She had spent most of her life erasing herself, moving silently, leaving nothing behind but bodies and questions. The Council had believed that silence was her nature.They were wrong.Behind her, the door opened quietly.Russo entered without announcement, his presence steady, unhurried. ‘If you do this,’ he said calmly, ‘there’s no reclaiming anonymity.’
The announcement did not come with sirens or gunfire.It came quietly.That was how the Council always operated when they wanted fear to seep into the bones rather than explode on impact. By the time the world realised something had changed, the damage would already be done.Sofia felt it first as a disruption in the digital air.Russo’s estate buzzed with low-level activity—comms operators murmuring, screens flickering as encrypted channels lit up one after another. She stood near the central operations table, arms folded, posture calm despite the tension tightening her spine.Alex stood beside her now, a faint bruise darkening his jaw, his eyes sharp and restless as he scanned incoming data. He hadn’t asked questions
The alarms at the Council complex did not stop when Alex crossed the outer gates.They followed him into the city like a warning siren meant for anyone still loyal enough to listen.By the time he reached the underground transit tunnel, his face was slick with sweat, lungs burning, but his mind was terrifyingly clear. There was no going back now. Whatever fragile protection his rank had once afforded him was gone. Madam Lee would not hesitate to brand him a traitor, and the Council would not hesitate to erase him.Alex disappeared into the service tunnels, shedding his jacket, dumping his weapon into a drainage shaft, and becoming anonymous by necessity. Every step was calculated, every turn deliberate. Survival had always been part of the training. Tonight, it was personal.A
Alex had always believed that truth revealed itself eventually.You just had to dig long enough.The safehouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the servers lining the walls. Screens glowed with fragments of data—mission logs, intercepted transmissions, corrupted Council files slowly being stitched back together. Alex sat at the centre of it all, eyes bloodshot, jaw tight, his body running on caffeine and stubborn refusal to stop.The deeper he dug, the uglier it became.Timelines didn’t match. Casualty reports had been altered. Entire operations had been erased from record, their participants listed as KIA when Alex knew they had never returned to base at all. And always, like a fingerprint pressed into wet cement, one name appeared at the edge of every anomaly.
Sofia had always believed that choice was an illusion.The Council taught that obedience was survival. That questioning orders was weakness. That loyalty was measured by how quickly you pulled the trigger when told to. For years, she had mistaken endurance for freedom, discipline for purpose.Standing now in Don Russo’s study, she understood how wrong she had been.The room was quiet, the low hum of the city filtering in through the tall windows behind him. Russo stood near his desk, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up in a way that suggested this was not a negotiation he intended to dominate. He watched her closely, not like prey, not like property—but like an equal weighing another.Damian lingered near the door, deliberately silent.
The Council chamber was never silent by accident.Every echo, every pause, every measured breath was calculated to intimidate, to remind those within its walls that power did not need to shout. It simply waited. Tonight, that silence felt brittle, stretched thin by impatience and fear.Madam Lee stood at the centre of the room, hands clasped behind her back, spine straight, chin lifted. She had perfected the posture years ago—confidence without arrogance, loyalty without submission. It had served her well.Until now.‘Your report is incomplete,’ one of the Council members said, voice distorted by the modulation field that concealed identity. ‘You assured us the mission would be neutralised.’Madam Lee incli







