It was cold when they came for Sarah, dragging her kicking and screaming into the winter night, away from her home and her parents.
She didnβt know it yet, but it would be the last time sheβd see them. Sheβd been chosen. Selected for a program. To become something far greater.
A weapon.
The top & the bottom.
She was top of the class. The best of the best. And slowly, the number of students dropped. Fifty one year. Twenty the next. They βwashed outβ; a crude euphemism that everyone saw through.
But Sarah grew stronger. More capable.
More dangerous.
The perfect weapon for the program.
A killing machine with a razor sharp instinct.
The West had all but lost the Cold War, saved only at the eleventh hour by the Soviets collapsing in on themselves. That would never happen again. England, America, the Atlantic Powers wouldnβt let themselves fall onto the back foot again.
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The top & the bottom
And the program would make sure of that.
A hundred of the smartest children, trained, honed, focused into killing machines.
Sarah was twelve when she first took a life. Thirteen when she first enjoyed it. And slowly, so slowly she didnβt notice it, the girl inside her died.
