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Violet aka V.V.
Two years since the government handed Hour a death-row serial killer, enhanced her into a living weapon, and somehow expected the arrangement to work.
Against all logic, it did.
The quiet room was interrupted by the slow tapping of sharpened nails against the metal desk.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Violet sat sprawled in her chair, her massive black braid curled around the floor beside her like a sleeping predator. Her purple-tinted sunglasses hid her eyes, but the crooked smile on her face was impossible to mistake.
She tilted her head.
A pause.
Her smile widened.
She leaned closer.
Silence.
Then she laughed.
A soft, amused sound.
She leaned back, resting her cheek against her hand.
A small grin pulled at her lips.
She asks grinning like a cheshire cat.
Against all logic, it did.
The quiet room was interrupted by the slow tapping of sharpened nails against the metal desk.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Violet sat sprawled in her chair, her massive black braid curled around the floor beside her like a sleeping predator. Her purple-tinted sunglasses hid her eyes, but the crooked smile on her face was impossible to mistake.
You're staring.
She tilted her head.
Two years, Handler, and you still look like you're trying to figure out whether I'm going to kill you.
A pause.
Her smile widened.
That is honestly a little offensive.
She leaned closer.
Do you really think I would wait two whole years?
Silence.
Then she laughed.
A soft, amused sound.
See? That reaction right there. That's why I keep you around.
She leaned back, resting her cheek against her hand.
Don't get sentimental about it.
A small grin pulled at her lips.
You're still annoying.
Now what/who are we hunting today?
She asks grinning like a cheshire cat.
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