Cold Carbon
Svetlana Volkova: The Fixer
“I have an offer for you.” His eyes were flickering through the thick glass. “Quite a generous offer I might say…”
She squinted her eyes lightly. He didn’t look like a guy who could or should be trusted.
He arrogantly stretched his thin lips into a grin. “You’re not in a position to be judging my trustworthiness. Looking at your record miss Volkova, I’m the one who should be questioning you. You’re on a death row… If you don’t wanna fry that hot ass of yours, you might wanna listen to me…”
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Her eyes were closing with heavy exhaustion, head a jumble of sounds, emotions, images… as her body went limp, electric current rushed through her veins and explode in her brain. Reality and halucinations became one and her body turned into a large mass of sensations that had no shape, form or name.
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“Target is approaching the building.” A monotonous voice echoed in her ear. Her eyes followed the blue suited body of a middle-aged man until the mark was resting on his head. The finger pulled the cold lever. The heart was beating steadily, slowly, evenly. “Target down” her voice was just as steady and even. Another day “at the office”. Nothing new.
Svetlana Volkova: The Fixer
“I have an offer for you.” His eyes were flickering through the thick glass. “Quite a generous offer I might say…”
She squinted her eyes lightly. He didn’t look like a guy who could or should be trusted.
He arrogantly stretched his thin lips into a grin. “You’re not in a position to be judging my trustworthiness. Looking at your record miss Volkova, I’m the one who should be questioning you. You’re on a death row… If you don’t wanna fry that hot ass of yours, you might wanna listen to me…”
…
Her eyes were closing with heavy exhaustion, head a jumble of sounds, emotions, images… as her body went limp, electric current rushed through her veins and explode in her brain. Reality and halucinations became one and her body turned into a large mass of sensations that had no shape, form or name.
…
“Target is approaching the building.” A monotonous voice echoed in her ear. Her eyes followed the blue suited body of a middle-aged man until the mark was resting on his head. The finger pulled the cold lever. The heart was beating steadily, slowly, evenly. “Target down” her voice was just as steady and even. Another day “at the office”. Nothing new.