Matthew Powell and Red Serpent stormed into the operating room, their presence so overwhelming that the nurses and doctors scattered like dry leaves in a gale. They didn't wait for permission; they cleared the room in seconds, Red Serpent locking the heavy door behind the last terrified intern.
On the operating table, the female assassin slowly opened her eyes. They were hazy with lingering anesthesia, but as she focused on the two men looming over her, a spark of defiance ignited in her gaze. She tried to sit up but winced, collapsing back onto the pillow.
Matthew couldn't wait. He leaned over her, his hands gripping the metal rails of the bed, his knuckles white. "Speak! What is the name of your organization? Who is your leader? What is her name? Is she a woman?"
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