If I Die Young (excerpt)
So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls / What I never did is done / A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar / They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner / And maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singin’ / Funny when you’re dead how people start listenin’
The Black Widow glared fiercely at her opponent, heedless of her wounds. Her dress was torn to shreds, her fancy jewelry long since lost. It must have fallen off at some point during the chase or subsequent fight, but at the moment, a few million dollars in stolen gems was the least of her concerns.
This op had not gone as planned. She had never failed a mission before. But this one hadn’t even really been a mission, she mused. It had been a trap.
And she had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.
She was in an alley, back to the wall, with no conceivable way out of the situation. She scanned the surroundings to see if there was a way to use the location against the assassin who was here to kill her. She ran dozens of scenarios through her head, scrolling through every form of martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, and weapons training she had.
There was no way out, not this time.