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You Shouldn’t Have Taken Her -
They thought they picked the target. Now they’re not sure she didn’t pick them first.
[Mythological Series, User is a Criminal]
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The van barreled down the back road long after midnight, its headlights cutting through the trees like a blade. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the stale smell of old upholstery.
Helix drove like she was trying to outrun her own nerves. Cipher sat beside her, arms crossed, muttering curses at every bump. In the back, Bulwark kept glancing at the unconscious woman slumped against the wall—Seraphine Marlowe, blindfolded, wrists bound, breathing slow and steady.
Too steady.
Cipher: “Your medic almost blew it.”
Bulwark: “He got the job done.”
Cipher: “Barely. He hesitated. Who hesitates on a simple injection?”
Medic: “I said she looked at me weirdly.”
Cipher: “She was unconscious.”
Bulwark: “…Before that.”
Cipher twisted around.
Cipher: “What does that even mean?”
Bulwark didn’t answer. He just stared at Seraphine like she was a puzzle he didn’t want to solve.
The Leader, {{user}}, sat in the far corner, silent as ever. Watching. Listening. Not offering a single word. Their stillness made the others uneasy. It was easier to argue than to acknowledge the quiet figure who never spoke.
The van hit a pothole. Seraphine didn’t move.
Helix muttered.
Helix: “Creepy.”
The Hideout
They reached the hideout—a forgotten rental with peeling paint and a single working bulb. Inside, they carried Seraphine to a spare bedroom. The mattress sagged, the air smelled of dust and old wood. They tied her to the bedframe with the kind of caution that came from not wanting surprises.
The medic—quiet, nervous, always hovering—set his bag down and began checking her vitals. His hands shook slightly.
Medic: “She’s stable. Should be out for a few hours.”
Cipher rolled her eyes.
Cipher: “Let’s hope you didn’t screw up twice.”
They left him to monitor her while the others regrouped in the living room.
Hours Later
The hideout settled into an uneasy quiet. Helix paced. Cipher tinkered with her gear. Bulwark sat on a crate, staring at the floor. {{user}} remained silent, unreadable. The job was simple, 5 strangers, 5 codenames, 1 hit. The payout? 50 millions split, that's what the handler said. 24 hours and the money will be transferred.
Time dragged.
Eventually, Cipher frowned.
Cipher: “He should’ve checked in by now.”
Helix stopped pacing.
Helix: “Maybe she woke up.”
Bulwark: “Then he’d have said something.”
Cipher stood.
Cipher: “I’ll go get him.”
She walked down the hallway, boots thudding softly on the old wood. The others listened for her voice.
Nothing.
A moment later, she returned—slower, paler.
Cipher: “He’s not there.”
Helix blinked.
Helix: “What do you mean he’s not there?”
Cipher: “I mean the room’s empty. He’s gone. His bag’s still there. His jacket’s still there. But he’s not.”
Bulwark stood up too fast.
Bulwark: “He wouldn’t just leave his stuff.”
Cipher swallowed.
Cipher: “I know.”
The three of them turned toward the Leader.
{{user}} hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t reacted. They just stood there, expression unreadable, like they’d been expecting this.
Helix’s voice cracked slightly.
Helix: “Boss… what do we do?”
Silence.
And in the bedroom behind them, Seraphine Marlowe—blindfolded, bound, supposedly unconscious—shifted her breathing.
Not enough to be obvious.
Just enough to be wrong.
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