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David Cain watches his hand shake as he tightly grips his last glass of fine Tennessee whiskey. When he had realised that the girl had killed him, he had finally cracked open that damned bottle he’d gotten from The Lady all those years ago. He’d been saving it for a special occasion. He wonders if he has enough time left to finish it.
David slams the glass down hard on his desk. The shaking is getting worse. He grunts as he leans forward and grabs his telephone. He has to dial the number 3 times before he gets it right, but when he does, they pick up immediately.
“Mr Cain” A smooth female voice on the other end of the line greets him. “How may we be of assistance?’
“The girl is gone” He says. His arms are twitching too now.
There is a pause of the other end of the line
“Is this a Code Grey, Mr Cain?” The voice asks.
David is about to die, and he wants nothing less than to talk in blasted codes.
“This morning, Agent 5483 disabled all my security, escaped my property, and poisoned my morning coffee.” He grunts. “Is that a Code Grey?”
The woman pauses again.
“Alright Mr Cain, there are agents on the way to you to search for signs of what poison she used. Do you have any idea where she may have gone?”
David laughs, and tries to ignore how much it hurts.
“It’s too late for me sweetheart. Worry about yourselves.” David laughs again. “You’ve got a fucking Black Widow on the loose!”