They handed Valentina everything: a U.S. passport, a birth certificate with her name printed cleanly in serif font: Valentina Smith, a Social Security card, and an official Certificate of Citizenship processed through emergency protocols. Even a tiny plastic ID with her picture on it, though the woman in the photograph looked like a ghost who hadn’t yet learned how to smile.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdl78gm3NT
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It's supposed to mean something; it's her identity, returned to her after twenty years lost in blood and gunpowder. But as Captain Roger Brown placed the folder into her hands, she stared at it with a blank expression, like it was someone else’s life printed on that paper. Not even the weight of the folder brought her back to herself.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTJZIPuUwa
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“They’re still alive,” he told her gently, watching her closely. “Your parents. Your siblings. They still live in Texas. Same house. We ran the records twice.” She didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. The room was cold with silence.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ92JPPN5TV3
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“You want to meet them?” Roger asked cautiously. “We can arrange that.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ZKeZRdvAb
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Valentina looked down at the certificate of birth. Her finger traced the line marked “Father’s Name,” then “Mother’s Name.” She tilted her head, reading the names of the people who sold her.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrm29HvrSg1
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“I just want to see them,” she said. Her voice was soft but firm. “I don’t need to talk. I just want to remember the faces that threw me away.” There was no rage in her tone. No forgiveness either. Just stillness. A kind of dead calm only someone forged in war could hold for so long.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiBuic5IU6X
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Within six months, she's with the army. The army gave her a new life—one filled with things she had never known she’d missed. They trained her for peace, not war. She learned how to use a smartphone. Learned to scroll, swipe, and tap. She was taught how to Google things, how to watch YouTube videos, how to order food online, and how to use social media.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7J4PJ2yXkB
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Twitter confused her. Instagram seemed like a weapon of mass distraction. TikTok made her raise an eyebrow and say, “Why are they all dancing?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq3rtLVZQax
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They taught her how to blend in, how to wear jeans, and how to speak without sounding like a commander. She learned the slang. Watched videos about pop culture. Memorized idol group names. “I like her,” she said once, pointing to a female K-pop singer in a music video. “She reminds me of someone in my dream.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtfQd8hKvvz
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They taught her how to behave in public—how not to threaten people who bumped into her on the sidewalk. How not to reach for a knife when someone raises their voice. How to smile when someone complimented her hair. But violence, that part was hard.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡznxbWljWUZ
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“I can’t hit them back?” she asked, genuinely confused, after a simulation of a hostile encounter in a civilian setting.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdBdgJhNK0
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Captain Roger Brown exhaled, already tired. “Valentina, those people are civilians. If you use your strength against them, you’ll hurt them. Maybe worse.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFfV6r7RFP
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Valentina frowned. “So… if they’re not civilians, I can shoot?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXCTmZ7BWXQ
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“No!” Roger raised a hand. “No shooting. No stabbing. No killing unless they are an immediate threat to you or others. Only self-defense. Understand?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMI3dSefqz1
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She paused for a long moment. Then nodded slowly. “I… think yes.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3hDOCTnoEi
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“And definitely no killing. That’s murder. They’ll put you in jail.” One of the younger soldiers beside them added.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaKuYdBSTd0
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“Do they give people food in jail?” One of the younger soldiers beside them added,12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP3vnTMnjIk
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Roger’s brow furrowed. “What? Uh—yeah. They do. Why?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFT5YzZIXiJ
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“At least they feed you,” she said flatly. “Back there, in the war zone, I had to find my own food. Rats. Dogs. Pigs. Or take rations from dead soldiers. If I got caught, they beat me. If I starved, I failed the mission. Jail sounds… better.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnUQOW3ooKD
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Her words hit them like a punch to the gut. Roger had seen hardened killers, war survivors, and broken souls with a thousand-yard stare. But Valentina, the young woman isn't broken. She's built from brokenness. A body of shattered glass held together by purpose alone. He turned away, just for a second, to hide the pity in his eyes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF8VyrxGQnG
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Roger knew she needed a purpose—something to keep her tethered to this strange new civilian world. He offered her three paths, each carefully selected: security guard, sports teacher, or chef. But for Valentina, the choice was immediate.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdFSv67Wfv
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“I’ll take the guard,” she said. “It’s easier. I know how to fight.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQZGkA5mG4C
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He took her to the Romano Corporation’s private training facility in lower Manhattan—a slick, high-security complex where the elite of the elite were vetted. She didn’t know who the Romanos were exactly, only that they were powerful enough to move armies with a phone call and could control city policies without ever stepping into the public eye.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwFBhcKLavb
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The moment Hendrix Peterson, Roger’s old comrade and now the head of security, saw her, he grinned like a wolf. “This the girl?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeE3kpe5qwQ
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Roger nodded. “She’ll surprise you.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUEwlM6nyFd
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They threw her into a quick combat test against three of Hendrix’s best men. Trained. Conditioned. Arrogant. And she floored all three within two minutes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNeqYzJDU48
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The first took a kick to the solar plexus that sent him into the wall. The second tried to grapple her from behind and ended up on the floor with a dislocated shoulder. The third didn’t even see her coming—just felt the sharp twist of his wrist and the flat crack of her palm against his temple.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyu2YZKUAl
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No blood. No wasted motion. Just precision. Cold, calculated, merciless. The gym fell silent. Hendrix let out a loud, appreciative whistle. “Jesus Christ, Rog. Where the hell did you find her?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kT1V96D0x
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“In the middle of nowhere,” Roger replied, crossing his arms, proud and a little amused. “She’s got more training hours than all your boys combined. And she’s still learning how not to kill people.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKs7Wix7Qox
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Hendrix laughed and slapped Roger on the back. “She’s perfect. Pretty and deadly—my favorite combination. I’ll send her straight to headquarters. The boss’s daughter’s been begging for a new bodyguard. She’s more than enough.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRYrPL5HfLh
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Later that day, Roger handed Valentina a plain envelope. Inside: a newly activated bank card, an insurance card, a tax ID, her freshly printed company badge, and five crisp $100 bills.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRF3lKiOLo
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“Food money. It’s not much, but it’ll last you until your first paycheck,” he said, offering a warm smile. “Romano Corp. will handle your housing. Private room in one of their buildings downtown. You’ll have everything you need.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4g9AeLkpJZ
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Valentina took the envelope carefully, as if it might vanish if she blinked. Then he handed her a folded piece of paper. “This is your family’s address. In case you ever want to see them.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV9pJX7k6jD
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She didn’t say anything right away. She just stared at the address. Her fingers creased the edge of the paper slowly, mechanically. “Thanks.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGJeOAKLEml
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He ruffled her hair affectionately. Her newly grown-out brown waves were silky soft—thanks to Dr. Rebecca’s six-month regimen of scalp treatments, skin care, and full-body recovery protocols.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgas3bCCEej
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The Valentina that stood before him now barely resembled the wild-eyed soldier he’d met in the desert. Her skin, once burned dark by sun and sand, had returned to its original tone: warm, light, glowing faintly under the afternoon sun that poured in from the window.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG0uqXtVRPY
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“You clean up real nice, kiddo.” Roger said, and she gave him something rare—a smile. Small, but real.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡad4UWWpqg4
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Roger chuckled. “Visit sometimes, alright? You’ve got people now.” Valentina nodded.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsFJExCKLs
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Valentina stepped out of the military transport vehicle with the weightless grace of a predator released into unfamiliar territory. Dressed in a sleek, jet-black ensemble—a tight, short-sleeved shirt hugging her toned torso, paired with fitted black jeans that emphasized her long, powerful legs—she cut a figure both arresting and untouchable.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb3Eyz5rTts
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Her matte-black combat boots thudded against the pavement, worn smooth from half a lifetime of battle. The duffel bag slung over her shoulder was the last remnant of the world she'd just left behind.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmM9g9c437
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Six months in the military base had transformed her into something impossible to ignore. She's no longer just the war-forged specter that Roger had found in the desert. Now, she looked like a woman carved from the silence between gunshots—mysterious, poised, lethal.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokmrFRF4fT
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Inside the Romano Corporation’s Chicago branch, a towering structure of steel and mirrored glass that glinted like a blade, Valentina stepped into the reception lobby. The marble floor echoed beneath her boots. Heads turned immediately.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaPEJafVdg
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The receptionist glanced up from his desk. Young, tall, freckles scattered like dust over porcelain skin, and a red mop of curly hair, he had the kind of face that warmed rooms. He blinked when he saw her, his mouth subtly parting.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnHxg3zHt2M
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“Uh, hello—welcome to Romano Security Division. How can I help you?” He asked, professional but clearly thrown off, eyes scanning her from head to toe, then flicking back with slight guilt to meet her eyes.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjDYapgulJC
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“I’m here to report for duty. I need to speak with Hendrix Peterson.” Valentina informed him.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9psGOHFNo1
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“Hendrix?” he repeated, blinking. “You mean the head of security?” She didn’t reply, only raised a brow, her cold green eyes unflinching.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmWJBYsMkzV
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“Wait—are you the new recruit from headquarters?” he asked, still staring at her with disbelief. “You're... Valentina?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkcCBT4c2Sw
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“Yes,” she replied flatly. “Valentina Smith. Please contact Hendrix.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡubkr4hQJXP
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The young man scrambled to comply, fumbling his radio while trying not to gawk. Moments later, two security personnel arrived to escort her—both seasoned men with holsters and the kind of confidence that came from years in the field.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZqAl8ODx8d
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“She’s the new one?” One whispered, half to himself.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBtqskFE1k6
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Valentina caught it. She didn’t flinch, but the corner of her mouth twitched in subtle irritation. She became the eye of the storm as they moved through the building—people whispering, watching, some openly skeptical, others simply stunned.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNZ1A0U5nLt
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Most expected someone with muscles like steel cables and a shaved head, not a lithe, breathtaking woman with smooth skin, silken brown hair, and an air that could freeze a battlefield. When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, Hendrix Peterson was already waiting.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMq84LpjpVD
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A mountain of a man with a rugged, thunderous presence—Hendrix had the look of someone who could level a riot with one hand and cook a steak with the other. His face split into a grin the moment he saw her.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTIMQJEn6uT
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“Valentina! You look even more dangerous than Rog said.” He gave her a once-over, not with lust but admiration—the kind only a warrior gave another. “Come in. We’ve got work to do.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡys2kCxUh9D
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“Yes, sir,” she said crisply.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBvtzgt91p
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“Come on, relax a little. You’re not on the front lines anymore.” He handed her a clipboard with paperwork. “Flight’s at eight. You’ll be sent straight to New York HQ. However, we must first complete the uniform fitting, HR, shoes, and clearance update. Standard onboarding.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbxVDLjK1I
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She nodded, already scanning the paperwork with swift, precise eyes. Then she paused, glancing at the men who had escorted her in—both of whom were still trying to make sense of what they’d just walked through.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb6wmJV9ugD
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“They don’t believe I have the skills,” she said, voice even. “Permission to fight them?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbNLR2HsTOO
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Hendrix laughed so loud the windowpanes quivered. “Oh, hell yes. Give 'em a show.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFrV1r0tlLF
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