The name Valkyrie was a name that lived in the whispers and on the lips of marksmen.
It surfaced on drunk, rain-soaked nights when marksmen gathered under dim lights, bottles scattered across wooden tables, and topics hot and random on their lips. It was that name they spoke of and the wonders that had been performed by it.
Ten moving targets in a minute and ten seconds. Every shot had been clean and every movement precise.
It was the name that set a record in history, only to vanish as abruptly as they appeared, dropping off the face of the planet as though the earth itself had swallowed them whole.
No interviews. No records updated. No name, no face, no trace. Just a myth passed from mouth to mouth, growing sharper, larger and more unreal with time.
Now, as Mirena shut t
