The anger was her only focus. Left, right, left, she repeated to herself. Every mission she went on, she was never sure of the outcome. She only knew one thing. Fight to the end. So she did that very thing. Sweat dripped down her face. She tasted blood on her lips. This life wasn't the best choice.
It was the only one she had. She killed. She didn't care. She was the best assassin in the academy. This is Margot. She's not foreign. She was found in a small apartment at age 10 in Brooklyn, New York next to the corpse of her mother. The person who found her was her father. She didn't know it yet.