Double Impact (Patreon)

Agent Raven Black was no stranger to danger. In her world, every mission could be her last — and she dressed for war like she dressed for seduction, in black leather and steel. This time, the job was simple: eliminate the threat before it eliminates you.

But fate struck first.

Her pistol was raised, her stance unwavering, when the assassin’s bullet found her chest — the first shot slamming into her upper heart. She gasped, eyes widening in disbelief, her body jolting with the force. Blood seeped against the black leather, a stark crimson mark of mortality.

She steadied herself, still aiming, determined to return fire… but the second impact came fast and merciless, tearing through her again, deeper, crueler. The pain ripped through her body, forcing her arm down, her breath caught between a scream and a gasp.

Her hand instinctively clutched her wounds, warm blood seeping between her fingers. She staggered back, strength leaving her with every heartbeat. The world tilted.

Raven fell hard to the floor, her back arching in a final surge of adrenaline, mouth open in a desperate gasp for air. The light in her eyes flickered as she collapsed flat, her weapon slipping from her grasp.

Two bullets, perfectly placed.
One agent, perfectly unstoppable… until now.