ECLIPSE
"No."
The word was quiet. Final, even.
Syria's gaze cooled further.
"You misunderstand the situation." Syria warned, "having come this far, you should know better than anyone that the man we are handling is the toughest kill the Organization has ever taken. Your skills can't handle it."
"No," Eclipse replied. "I understand it perfectly. It is you who misunderstands."
Syria leaned forward slightly, her gaze borderline predatory.
"Malric NorthSteed is not a prey you circle recklessly. He observes patterns. He tests weakness. He pokes holes. You are talented, Arrow— but you are volatile."
Volatile? She hadn't come this far to be told by some random assassin what and what not to do?
She laughed softly.
The act was not well received by the other woman who narrowed her eyes ever slightly.
"You must intend to seduce him?" Syria asked.
"If required." She answered vaguely.
"And then?"
"Eliminate or control. Depending on viability."
"How efficient."
