-vixen- Elena Koshka -competition — Between Siste...

Elena held up the file—a simple data chip. “It doesn’t have to be a kill shot, Nadia. We can split it.”

Elena’s jaw tightened. She was younger by eleven months, a fact Nadia weaponized daily. “Just making sure my tools are sharper than your ego.” -Vixen- Elena Koshka -Competition Between Siste...

The competition was over. The real game had just begun. Elena held up the file—a simple data chip

“Nervous, little sister?” Nadia didn’t look up, but a smirk played on her lips. She was younger by eleven months, a fact

Elena found the Ghost first—a nervous man with a biometric briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. She disabled him with a pressure-point strike, her movements fluid and devastating. As she cracked the case, a red laser dot settled on her heart.

Nadia, meanwhile, had taken the front stairs. Classic. Effective. But predictable.

In one motion, she flicked the whetstone from her pocket. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a distraction. Nadia’s eyes flicked for a millisecond—enough time for Elena to drop, roll, and sweep her sister’s legs. The pistol fired, shattering a vase behind them. The shot was deafening.