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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjwaHOUUqYC
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCZ9KKzeYa3
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwb0sMyFEN
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“You want to meet them?” Roger asked cautiously. “We can arrange that.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCWpx0M9MT
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAisiEhyHf
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkVJtUt7jbC
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAyCn4iuXDa
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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?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9cw9qOHH7C
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQw4O7Fdxx
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvkhPMKj4hA
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdvTgzLULc8
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0O0fm0fcIt
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Valentina frowned. “So… if they’re not civilians, I can shoot?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhHrHPRyaN6
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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?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TmMUrgGqe
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She paused for a long moment. Then nodded slowly. “I… think yes.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo4zytNwf6M
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJTaeROyFIC
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“Do they give people food in jail?” One of the younger soldiers beside them added,41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvVSo5wbbM
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Roger’s brow furrowed. “What? Uh—yeah. They do. Why?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMKYiRAtVNZ
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ921a13uqxk
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1NQ1ygf6br
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnN5OA2ir5D
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“I’ll take the guard,” she said. “It’s easier. I know how to fight.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkEZLPtjL5R
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8fEwyHZJB7
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzaQWhQEF0N
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Roger nodded. “She’ll surprise you.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOBJUwx98rI
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGadNJjvpwO
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbfa5klpz4h
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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?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡknlcaGOm0T
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRiwdQvy8x
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGjfruX3HJw
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhIX0LA1rL
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSH9t1yL1zt
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHODOH1TUIB
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkbi5s6nnIz
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGNJwi3jUFh
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKmYxZ4Bog
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“You clean up real nice, kiddo.” Roger said, and she gave him something rare—a smile. Small, but real.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3DjP028TA0
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Roger chuckled. “Visit sometimes, alright? You’ve got people now.” Valentina nodded.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSJvWbhXuz3
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1zazUUQafG
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrlxnTHKF18
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmuCSXcql7w
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZtsSaPyKdx
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5yktkk1Myp
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKiYX3xkQx
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“I’m here to report for duty. I need to speak with Hendrix Peterson.” Valentina informed him.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6CRu8jEnz
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsfDUzAfPRd
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“Wait—are you the new recruit from headquarters?” he asked, still staring at her with disbelief. “You're... Valentina?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHDC14aNgf
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“Yes,” she replied flatly. “Valentina Smith. Please contact Hendrix.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8jbodSXjqy
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrcot5AOEi3
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“She’s the new one?” One whispered, half to himself.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs9FBpXHqXe
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlw9tYAwcCl
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjH4h3Per4b
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGFWrZs4gC
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtBxbnWJld
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“Yes, sir,” she said crisply.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCQQK6PlD3N
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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.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTES1BhfGju
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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.41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrB31I48LUP
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“They don’t believe I have the skills,” she said, voice even. “Permission to fight them?”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1KzhEY6GUm
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Hendrix laughed so loud the windowpanes quivered. “Oh, hell yes. Give 'em a show.”41Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN1XsmBMznh
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