Absolutely! Here's Chapter Seven of Unexpected Turn: Young Madam Is an Assassin, written at approximately 800 words:
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Chapter Seven: The Code That Shouldn't Exist
The cold Geneva wind bit through Sierra's coat as she crouched on the rooftop across from the Mirador Tower. Her breaths were shallow, her hands steady despite the chaos unraveling behind her. Alarms still echoed faintly from the building's underground base—security scrambling to contain the breach.
She wasn't going back.
But she wasn't done either.
From her inside jacket pocket, she retrieved the stolen data card she'd palmed on her way out—swiped from a control panel just outside the chamber with her clone. It bore a string of encrypted numbers and a name she hadn't seen in years: VX-087.
The ghost file.
The one that wasn't supposed to exist.
VX-087 was a designation given only to untraceable experimental black ops programs—projects that were terminated or buried too deep to even discuss. Sierra had seen it once. When she was still in the program. Back when she still believed Crestwell was just a visionary, not a monster.
She slid the card into a burner tablet.
The screen blinked to life, then immediately resisted.
> Access Level: Black Shadow Required
Retinal Verification: DENIED
Biometric Override: Active—User: Sierra Voss
Her real name.
Her original designation.
Sierra froze, her thumb hovering just above the biometric pad. The system had recognized her—not just by code, but by DNA. That meant Crestwell hadn't just cloned her. He had copied her full biometric footprint.
And that meant…
Someone else could be operating under her name. Running missions. Killing in her image. Building her reputation—or erasing it.
She pressed her thumb down.
The tablet blinked again. Then opened.
File after file streamed across the screen—kill contracts, mission logs, internal communications from a server labeled "The Aegis Spine." Names scrolled by—some familiar, others sealed with black encryption keys. But one name kept appearing alongside VX-087:
Xavier Lancaster.
Her breath hitched.
Not as a target.
As a funding node.
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Halfway across the world, Xavier Lancaster sat in his private office in Manhattan, a tumbler of whiskey forgotten beside him. He stared at the surveillance monitor flashing red. His firewall had just been breached by a known—but encrypted—signature.
Elara Voss.
Sierra's deepest identity. The one he wasn't supposed to know.
He swiped through the log. Whoever had accessed the system had opened Project VX-087's ghost file—one he himself had ordered wiped after marrying Sierra. A file connected to a project he had once, long ago, helped finance under the belief it was a humanitarian effort: neuro-rehabilitation, combat PTSD reversal, surgical memory restoration.
But what it had really been?
Weaponized human cloning.
He stood slowly, rage twisting beneath his composed facade. If Sierra had broken into that file… she knew.
He pulled out a drawer and unlocked a hidden case.
Inside: a black pistol, an old photograph of Sierra in tactical gear, and a silver chip marked "Viper-Origin: Classified."
Xavier hadn't just married her.
He'd hunted her first.
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Back in Geneva, Sierra watched the files until one final encrypted line flashed across the screen:
> Target Assignment: Viper (Primary) — Terminate on Sight.
Override Code: VXR-L7 // Authorized by: A.L.
A.L.
Arlo Crestwell.
He had put out a kill order on her using her own legacy against her.
And that override code—VXR-L7—was one she remembered from years ago. It was used to shut down rogue agents. Back when they still believed they could control her.
She leaned against the steel rooftop pipe, the wind howling around her. Her body was exhausted. Her mind sharper than it had ever been.
They had declared war.
And they were using her own shadow to wage it.
But something deeper clawed at her now. Xavier's name among the encrypted logs. Had he really been involved? Was their marriage a cover? Had he known who she was all along?
She didn't want to believe it.
But trust was a currency she no longer had the luxury to spend.
She stared at the city below, then at the final line on the tablet.
> NEXT LOCATION: Manhattan.
Phase Two: Begin Activation.
Her eyes darkened.
They were bringing the war home.
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That same night, in the bowels of the Mirador facility, Arlo Crestwell watched surveillance footage of Sierra's escape on loop.
"She's quicker than she was six years ago," a technician muttered.
"No," Arlo corrected, his voice smooth and clinical. "She's more determined."
He turned toward the darkened chamber—the clone now breathing steadily, her body adjusting to the neural programming Sierra had once carried.
"Download the kill memory set. Start at Istanbul. End at Paris. Full emotional disconnect."
"But she's not ready—"
"She doesn't need to be," Arlo said. "She's not here to feel. She's here to replace."
He pressed his palm against the glass of the clone's chamber.
"Goodbye, Sierra," he whispered.
"Your legacy no longer belongs to you."
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