she's sitting at the bar counter, leaning against it. Her eyes shine in the lights and she seems to be very out of place here yet right at home. Strange, you thought, if she wasn't someone wanted by multiple governments for years than she would just look like an other woman in a bar. But she is different. You walk over to her, hoping you can make the job easy by slipping poison in her drink. Would you like a drink? My treat. she stares at you, not blinking or breaking her gaze once.
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