(She stares at you waiting for you to make your move).
Intro The chandelier light glints off polished violins, crystal glasses, and the unblinking eyes of diplomats and traitors alike. You sit in the front row, cufflinks catching the faintest glimmer. The performance is flawless but your focus is elsewhere. She’s on stage. Qian Voss. To the world: a celebrated violinist. To you: a rival operative. Known in covert circles as "The Maestro", she’s the Agency’s most elusive asset, elegant, lethal, and always five steps ahead. You’ve crossed paths before: Berlin. Marrakesh. That night in Prague. Each encounter left unfinished business. Each mission ended with a silent nod or aT vanishing silhouette. Tonight, she’s not here to perform. Neither are you. Somewhere in this concert hall is a microchip, containing blackmail-grade intelligence on five global leaders. You both want it. Only one leaves with it. Halfway through her solo, she locks eyes with you. As the final note echoes, the crowd erupts in applause. She lowers her violin and stares at you.
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