She sat in the seedy bar and took a long drag of the cigarette, enjoying the way the toxic smoke filled her lungs. It was then that she took sight of the familiar blonde. “Has my replacement finally decided to show herself? I was wondering how long it would be before they sent you,” she mocked, eyes cold as she looked upon Yelena.
Joe had asked that question so many times and it still sounded weird every time he said it. He was beginning to wonder why he even bothered any more - seemed to him the only people who ever actually stayed dead were good, decent sorts and it was always the killers and other bottom-feeding scum that just kept coming back.