A limousine sped down the street, the lights rolling gently over the smooth black finish as the engine hummed through the darkness.
A black-haired woman leaning into the bench on the side swirled a dark glass of top-shelf liquor in her hand, adjusting the purple trimmed lapel of her long, white jacket and pulling the collar up around her neck.
The pale blonde woman across from her put her hands in the pockets of a black trench coat, adjusting the tight leather gloves fitted over her hands.
“Are you ready?” Zoe asked.
“I’ve been ready for twenty-two years, Zoe.”
“We’ve been fighting for a long time, Vivian.” She said. “As long as you stick to your convictions.”
“You understand what it’s been like for me, Zoe.” Vivian said. “I was raised for this. Spent my entire life training. Preparing. Waiting for this opportunity. I will not be deprived of what’s mine.”
“Remember what we’re doing this for.” Zoe cautioned. “We both wanted to make a difference. That’s what this is for.”
“Of course.” Vivian said. “I never forgot.”
The vehicle pulled to a halt and the two made their exits.
Zoe stood by the car door, a black steel blade in her hands. “Do you want me to stay here?”
Vivian sighed as she placed her hand on Zoe’s shoulder before taking the weapon. “…Thank you for understanding, Zoe.”
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