September 16, 2013
Annie realized too late that she had walked right into the trap, set by one of her better acquaintances from the training camp. For some crazy reason, she didn't feel any special ire toward him - only a calm sort of respect, mixed with a tiny amount of resignation. She was impressed at his tact; no doubt, Annie had underestimated him. Satisfaction flooded her veins, more than anything else. A worthy opponent had come to unmask her, and she decided: reveal herself she will. Her ace - the needlepoint ring she wore - was glistening, as if ready to be bathed in blood.