Flash back - 1912 Moscow Courtroom
The judge sat in her high chair and looked down at two girl children standing behind the defendant's desk, then she looked at a woman standing behind the prosecutor's desk. She stared back at the judge with a sorrowful expression.
"After repeatedly committing murder on several different occasions, the jury has decided that Irina and Victoria Rostova will be sent to the child rehabilitation center for counseling. No further hearings will be conducted on this case." Then the judge landed her hammer on the table.
Murmurs took over the courtroom as many people began sharing their opinions on what should have happened to the kids.
"Please, Miss Lanister, my son was only 15; these twins are murderers!" the woman at the prosecutor's desk exclaimed towards the judge. As her lawyer held her back, she could see the twins smiling wickedly at her, so she stopped and looked them dead in the eyes, saying, "May the Lord punish you for the evil you have committed."
The judge saw this but did nothing. Even if she wanted to send them to jail, she couldn't. They were only 7 years old, and enough evidence was brought in by the lawyer to show that they were mentally ill. However, as the judge walked down the hallway, she said to herself, "I swear if I see those twins in here for murder beyond the age of 11. I will send them to prison."
Present 9:45 p.m. Moscow Time
A half-naked woman stood in front of the dresser in her bedroom, doing her hair. Then another woman in a black bra and underwear entered the room, saying, "We have an hour until the private jet leaves."
The other woman put her hair into a ponytail and replied, "I'm surprised the pilots agreed to transport us; aren't they afraid of the carnivores?"
"Probably," she answered, then she took 2 pairs of black gloves off the bedside table, "but we're paying them nicely, so I guess they're willing to take the risk."
After speaking, she picked up a comb on the bed and began to comb her short hair, saying, "And by the way, the Guild only revealed Turnner's location to be in Florida, so we'll be going on a man hunt."
The other woman took two black jumpsuits out of the dresser and threw one at the woman, saying, "It shouldn't be hard to find him. Miami isn't that big."
"I suppose so."
Then, the two of them put on the gloves and the jumpsuits, which zipped straight up to their necks, and left the bedroom and approached two black suit cases laid down in the living room. The short-haired woman opened one of them and said, "Is this everything?"
"I believe so." There was a shotgun, six different knives, a pistol, and a silencer in cut-out compartments. One of the empty compartments was shaped like a knife.
"The knife is missing." the woman said.
"It's not." The other woman replied, holding out a knife to her, "I thought you might want to do the honors."
"I don't mind." she replied, then took the knife and placed it into the suitcase. After closing it, they both exited the apartment and made their way to the airport.
The next day, Miami 10:45 am
The two women were in their jumpsuits and walked down some steps to enter an underground arcade. As they stood looking down the hallway, the long-haired woman asked, "Is this the place?"
"Yes, I'm positive. He said he works in a small room at this arcade." There were food boxes, plastic bags, cardboard boxes, and rotten food scattered across the floor.
As they walked down the hallway, almost every shop was empty, and some glass windows were broken. However, they stopped at a small room at the back of the arcade. Inside, there was an Indian man sitting at a desk with several computer screens. One of them in particular had an image of Turnner in the top left-hand corner, and the rest of the screen was just lines of code. Upon seeing this, the woman said, "Did you find him?"
The man looked around quickly to see who spoke and realized it was them. "No, miss, but I'm checking all the available cameras in the city. It's only been a month since the place was destroyed, so not all cameras may be online."
"How long will it take?"
"Um… 10 minutes." However, after he said that the computer displayed an image of Turnner and Trent getting into a black Suv outside a building, "Is this the man you were looking for?" he asked.
"Yes and who's he with?"
"The camera won't be able to tell."
"Fine, what about the sign on the building? What does it say?"
The man noticed the sign and clicked a button on the computer, which caused it to enhance the footage, revealing it to be the Cornerstone agency. Then she asked the other woman, "Do you think he's working with that agency?"
"I don't know, but I heard a rumor about a certain criminal who struck a deal with the government."
"You think it's Turnner."
"Maybe It's just a rumor anyway."
Then she said, "Hack the Corner Agency. I wanna know if Turnner works there."
The man became confused and said, "You can't expect to hack a government-owned security organization."
However, the woman held her gun to his head and continued, "You said you could hack anything, so hack them."
"That bullet won't kill me." he replied definently.
"It's Lethal."
When the man heard that, a strike of fright ran through his spine, and he replied, "I'll try." Then he spun around in his chair and started typing on his computer, thinking to himself, "How am I supposed to get into a highly protected agency? The only thing that can save me right now is a… Loophole?" The man questioned himself as his computer started displaying names, locations, and documents owned by the agency.
"I'm in. I got in." he exclaimed, looking around at the women. "It's all here in the agency's database."
"Search for Michael Turnner." the woman stated.
"Right," the man started searching for his name then said, "I found him, he's registered as a temporary contractor / informant." He's in group 4, I think."
"Where located?"
"It doesn't say."
"What about those around him?"
"Um, there's this guy called Lucas Greyart apparently he's in Turnner group with two others."
"What's his location?"
"2nd Avenue, Stargate Street. Heathrow Apartments, room 12."
"Good, email that location to us and you will have done your job."
So the man clicked a button on his computer and said, "Done, and by the way, how much am I being paid?"
The short-haired woman held the gun to the back of his head and replied, "Absolutely nothing." Then she pulled the trigger, and the bullet went straight through his skull. Blood splattered on the PC screen, and the table was quickly covered with red liquid.
"Alright then let's go pay Mr.Greyart a visit," she stated as they walked out of the room.