The Assassin had done her job to perfection. She had come to the club having thoroughly analyzed the routine of her target. 3 - 5pm; Thursdays, Leg Day. She would be weakened and easy prey.
Some light cardio to not stand out, and she'd ambush the bitch in the lockerroom. It was a classic play, but like her instructors had always reminded her: "Classics were classics for a reason".
But they had also reminded her that nothing worth doing was easy, and more than one agent had been eliminated on-mission after getting cocky.
...She'd never do that though.
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12 images to start, remaining 13 will be up next week once I've postworked and added the text for them! <3