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The Woman in Red
She walked into the Havana Blue Club like she owned the shadows.
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Tall. Red lips. Black heels that echoed like a countdown. Her name—at least the one she gave—was Nina Cruz, and tonight, every man noticed her. But they didn’t know that under that tight red dress was a Glock 26, and behind that soft smile was a mind trained to kill without blinking.
Nina wasn’t here to flirt.
She was here to assassinate.
Target: Viktor Kazan, a Russian arms dealer who sold classified tech to anyone with a fat wallet. CIA, MI6, and even Mossad wanted him dead. But Nina, a rogue agent turned freelancer, had her own reasons.
He had killed her sister.
And now it was her turn to return the favor.
The Silent Room
The music pulsed with Cuban jazz as Viktor toasted champagne at his VIP table, surrounded by models and bodyguards. Nina moved closer, every step choreographed, her eyes scanning every angle.
She sat at the bar, ordered a dirty martini, and waited.
A subtle tap on her earpiece.
“Alpha to Viper. Entry clear. All cams are looped. You’re good for extraction in 10 minutes.”
“Copy,” she whispered.
In her hand was a lipstick—inside it, a needle laced with neurotoxin. One touch to Viktor’s skin, and he’d collapse in seconds, his death disguised as a heart attack.
She stood and made her move.
But just as she neared him, the lights cut off. A scream followed. Then—gunfire.
People panicked. Bottles crashed. Nina hit the floor, rolled under a table, and drew her weapon. In the chaos, Viktor was gone. But not alone.
Someone had snatched him.
The Enemy Within
Back in her safehouse, Nina replayed the footage.
Someone else had been hunting Viktor.
That’s when she saw her—a flash of another woman in red, nearly identical in build and style. Same hair. Same dress. But different moves.
The assassin had mirrored Nina’s identity.
Clone? No. Worse.
Double.
It was Alexia, a former MI6 agent and Nina’s ex-partner. She had disappeared three years ago in a botched mission in Marrakesh. Dead—at least that’s what everyone believed.
Until now.
The Cipher
Nina’s contact in Berlin, a hacker named Rafe, sent her a decrypted file.
Inside it was something called The Scarlet Cipher—a data cache Viktor had been protecting. It was said to contain nuclear blueprint codes, agent identities, and political blackmail material enough to collapse half the world’s governments.
Whoever had Viktor now, had access to it.
And if it was Alexia, then the world was in danger.
Nina packed her weapons, changed passports, and flew to Vienna—Alexia’s last known location.
She knew it wasn’t about the mission anymore.
It was personal.
The Trap
A luxury hotel in Vienna. Room 808.
Nina picked the lock in less than 6 seconds and entered silently.
The room smelled of jasmine and gun oil.
She turned—and froze.
Alexia stood at the balcony, her silhouette glowing in moonlight. Same smirk. Same danger in her eyes.
"Hello, darling," Alexia said. "Miss me?"
“Where’s Viktor?” Nina asked coldly.
“I killed him.” Alexia lit a cigarette. “But before he died, he gave me the cipher. You see, I’m not the villain here. I’m cleaning up this world, one monster at a time.”
“And the innocent lives?”
Alexia smiled, “Collateral damage.”
Suddenly, the room locked. Steel shutters slammed over the windows. A red light blinked.
Bomb.
“You always loved puzzles, Nina,” Alexia said, walking away.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Nina dove under the bed, found a panel, ripped it open. Red wire. Blue wire. White wire.
She trusted her instinct—cut the white wire.
Silence.
She exhaled. Alive.
For now.
Truth and Betrayal
Nina escaped Vienna using an underground train tunnel and headed to Prague, following a new lead from Rafe.
There, she discovered a chilling truth.
Alexia wasn’t working alone.
A secret syndicate called Helix had been grooming agents like them—beautiful, intelligent, deadly—to manipulate world events. Assassinations, elections, wars—it was all a game for the powerful.
And Viktor? He was trying to break free. He wanted to sell the cipher to expose Helix.
But someone wanted him silenced. And they used Alexia to do it.
Now, Nina had a new mission.
Take down Helix.
The Final Showdown
Location: A private island off the coast of Montenegro.
Helix was hosting a masquerade party. Billionaires. Politicians. Assassins in gowns.
Nina entered in a black lace mask and velvet slit dress, a stiletto knife hidden in her heels. Her target: Dr. Elias Monroe, the syndicate's mastermind.
But as she neared him, she felt a blade against her back.
Alexia.
“Did you really think it would be that easy?” Alexia whispered.
They fought among candlelit chandeliers and glass walls—beauty and danger colliding.
Nina ducked, kicked, and stabbed—but Alexia countered every move.
Blood. Sweat. Tears.
Then—BANG!
Nina pulled the trigger. Alexia staggered back, a look of betrayal in her eyes.
“I loved you, Nina,” she whispered before collapsing.
“I know,” Nina said, tears streaming down.
Redemption
The island burned as Nina uploaded the cipher to the darknet. Every secret. Every lie.
The world would know the truth.
She disappeared that night.
No one saw her again.
Some say she died. Others believe she became a ghost, hunting corrupt power.
But somewhere, in the flicker of neon lights and cigarette smoke, a woman in red still walks—a spy, a killer, and a savior.
Her name?
Still Nina Cruz.
But now… she chooses who lives. And who dies.
THE END
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