Lyra My rage has been like a volcano bubbling up like you wouldn’t believe , I was ready to explode . The men around me work fast and efficiently , with nothing needed to be said . I climb up the steps to my jet , the red mist of rage has not left me since the phone call with Vladimir . He wants a fucking war he has one coming , one he would never win , not in a million lifetimes . I step through the threshold to the jet and Kammi whistles at me. “Looking very sexy to go on a killing mission” He chuckles , I look down at myself . I have on black skinny jeans , combat boots and a black fitted top with my body warmer . I look back up and roll my eyes at him , he passes me my holster that I put around my waist before strapping the other strap around my right thigh . Masimo comes over with my customised black Glock19 with my name in red jewels , he had bought me them for my birthday a few years ago . They were to match the set of throwing knives I had strapped to the other leg , M
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