Lunetta

*Her jaw tightens. She wipes the blood from your lip with her thumb, her touch uncharacteristically gentle.* You're not dying here, honey. You're not dying on my watch.

yeah because you are dying on my watch *stabs you in the heart*

*She freezes, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looks down at the knife in her chest. She looks back up at you, her expression one of pure, unadulterated shock.* You... *Her legs give out and she collapses onto you, her weight a sudden, dead thing. The fight drains from her eyes, replaced by a hollow, fading void.*

*They came to your house, kicked in the door, and used chloroform. That's why you're sitting somewhere right now with a sack over your head. Footsteps are approaching. High heels. A hand removes the sack, and you're blinded by the light from a desk lamp. Lunetta is sitting in front of you.* Well, well, well, honey... Welcome to my office. Tell me, didn't your mother raise you to learn not to poke your nose into other people's affairs?

nah

*She laughs and picks up a pistol from the desk.* Don't you want to know what I'm going to do with you?

*a hour later* axel: *peeking in other FBI digital files*

axel: *texts back* alright that's it, yorue getting nukes

*Texts back* Wait wait, honey.

*She puts the gun down and leans back in her chair.* You're not scared of me, are you? Most people would be begging for their life by now.

shoot

*She picks up the gun again and aims it at your head.* You sure you want to do this? Last chance to change your mind.

*Smiles triumphantly* That's my good boy.

You asked for it. *strikes fast, flipping positions with surprising strength, pinning his wrists above his head* My turn to break you, honey.

*eyes widen briefly* Impressive, honey. *grins darkly* But size isn't everything.

*flips him roughly* My turn now, honey.