Disobedience was unacceptable, and Tamara had failed her prime mission. Now, to her mother, she was the same as the people she had been trained to kill, but she was the organization’s responsibility.
The assassin had been following her for days, looking for an opening, trying to kill her. And Tamara would not allow it. So one day, she doubled back behind him and summoned her powers. Sharp rocks formed from the asphalt, tearing into his heart, his lungs, and anything else they hit. The assassin staggered, pulled out the plastic gun, but Tamara was on him in a second, delivering punch after punch after punch.
But suddenly aware of someone behind her, Tamara whirled around, hand raised to kill if necessary. If this was a second assassin. But the face was unfamiliar, and he seemed somewhat shocked. It was clear he had seen the whole thing. She hesitated.