Long Con Part 3 Agatha Vega, Eve Sweet [NEW]

"You're a monster," the warlord whimpered, blood seeping through his fingers.

She turned to Agatha, and for a wild, hopeful moment, Agatha thought she saw an apology forming. Instead, Eve pressed a small, smooth object into Agatha’s palm. A spare key.

They moved. Two shadows flowing through the smoke-choked service corridors. The building's emergency lights painted everything in bloody red. When they reached the stairwell door, Agatha grabbed Eve’s arm, spinning her around. long con part 3 agatha vega, eve sweet

Agatha looked at the key. Then at the window.

"Viktor was the mark," Agatha hissed. "Six months. Six months of me being his right hand, his confidante, the woman who laughed at his terrible jokes. The long con was to let him think he was stealing the bioweapon data from you , Eve. So we both walk away clean. Instead, you just tried to blow us all to hell." "You're a monster," the warlord whimpered, blood seeping

Agatha stood alone in the penthouse, the key digging into her palm. The alarms were seconds away. The warlord was moaning. And somewhere over the neon labyrinth of the city, Eve Sweet was already gone, leaving behind nothing but a promise that felt like a noose.

"You're not coming?" Agatha’s blood ran cold. A spare key

"No," Eve whispered, patting his cheek. "I'm an accountant with good aim."