weakness of queens - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Jennie's POV
The echoes of last night's battle still reverberated in my mind. The gunfire, the screams, the explosion-it all replayed in slow motion, a grim reminder that we were far from done. The war was only beginning, and if we wanted to survive, we had to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless than ever.
But as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my thoughts weren't just on the fight.
Lisa.
Last night, she had held my hand. It was such a small gesture, but it carried so much weight. Lisa had always been my rock, my most trusted ally. But now, there was something more between us-something neither of us had the courage to define yet.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
"Come in."
Lisa stepped inside, dressed casually in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking far too relaxed for someone who had nearly died twelve hours ago. Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just looked at each other.
"You okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
I sighed, sitting up. "I should be asking you that."
She smirked, sitting at the edge of my bed. "I heal fast."
Silence stretched between us before she spoke again, quieter this time. "You scared me last night, Jennie."
I swallowed hard. "I know."
She hesitated, then reached for my hand again, just like she had last night. "Don't do that again."
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "I can't promise that."
Lisa exhaled sharply, but instead of arguing, she just squeezed my hand. And for now, that was enough.
Gathering Intel
The team assembled in the war room a few hours later. Irene was already reviewing the footage from the docks, trying to find any clue about the leader who had escaped.
"This guy... he knows us," Irene muttered, pausing the video on his face. "He called Jennie by name."
"That means he's from the past," Rosé said, crossing her arms. "Someone we've crossed before."
Jisoo leaned against the table. "We need to dig deeper. Find out who he is before he makes another move."
Seulgi, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. "And we need to be ready. Because next time, they won't run."
Jennie nodded, determination setting in. "Then let's get to work."
Lisa's POV
I hated seeing Jennie like this. The fire in her eyes burned hotter than ever, but beneath it, there was something else. Fear? No. Jennie didn't fear anything. But she did carry the weight of everything.
And I wanted to help her carry it.
After the meeting, I found her in the training room, throwing punches at the bag like it had personally offended her.
"You're gonna break your wrist," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
She didn't stop. "Better the bag than someone's face."
I stepped closer, grabbing the bag to steady it. "I get it. You're pissed. But you can't let this consume you."
She stopped then, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her skin. "I can't afford to be weak, Lisa."
I shook my head. "You're not weak. You're human."
For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Then, impulsively, I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She didn't pull away.
Instead, she closed her eyes, leaning slightly into my touch.
"You don't have to carry everything alone, Jennie," I whispered.
When she opened her eyes again, there was something raw in them. Vulnerability.
And trust.
"I know," she murmured.
That was all she said. But in that moment, it was everything.
The First Strike
Later that night, Irene got a lead.
"The Revenants are moving shipments through the east docks," she announced. "Weapons, drugs, something big. If we intercept them, we'll send a message."
Jennie smirked. "Then let's send them a message they won't forget."
The Night Mission
We geared up quickly. Bulletproof vests, weapons holstered, comms secured. The air was thick with tension as we climbed into the black SUVs, the engines roaring to life.
Lisa sat beside me, double-checking her guns. "Think it's another trap?"
"Probably," I admitted. "But we don't have a choice."
As we neared the docks, Jisoo's voice came through the earpiece. "Scouting ahead. Two trucks, heavily guarded."
"Then we go in quiet," Irene ordered.
The SUVs stopped a block away, and we moved on foot, the shadows hiding our approach. Rosé and Seulgi took the high ground while Lisa and I flanked from the right.
My heart pounded as I gripped my gun, Lisa's presence beside me grounding me. We were about to step into hell, but we weren't alone.
We never were.
The echoes of last night's battle still reverberated in my mind. The gunfire, the screams, the explosion-it all replayed in slow motion, a grim reminder that we were far from done. The war was only beginning, and if we wanted to survive, we had to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless than ever.
But as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my thoughts weren't just on the fight.
Lisa.
Last night, she had held my hand. It was such a small gesture, but it carried so much weight. Lisa had always been my rock, my most trusted ally. But now, there was something more between us-something neither of us had the courage to define yet.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
"Come in."
Lisa stepped inside, dressed casually in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking far too relaxed for someone who had nearly died twelve hours ago. Her gaze met mine, and for a moment, we just looked at each other.
"You okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
I sighed, sitting up. "I should be asking you that."
She smirked, sitting at the edge of my bed. "I heal fast."
Silence stretched between us before she spoke again, quieter this time. "You scared me last night, Jennie."
I swallowed hard. "I know."
She hesitated, then reached for my hand again, just like she had last night. "Don't do that again."
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "I can't promise that."
Lisa exhaled sharply, but instead of arguing, she just squeezed my hand. And for now, that was enough.
Gathering Intel
The team assembled in the war room a few hours later. Irene was already reviewing the footage from the docks, trying to find any clue about the leader who had escaped.
"This guy... he knows us," Irene muttered, pausing the video on his face. "He called Jennie by name."
"That means he's from the past," Rosé said, crossing her arms. "Someone we've crossed before."
Jisoo leaned against the table. "We need to dig deeper. Find out who he is before he makes another move."
Seulgi, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke. "And we need to be ready. Because next time, they won't run."
Jennie nodded, determination setting in. "Then let's get to work."
Lisa's POV
I hated seeing Jennie like this. The fire in her eyes burned hotter than ever, but beneath it, there was something else. Fear? No. Jennie didn't fear anything. But she did carry the weight of everything.
And I wanted to help her carry it.
After the meeting, I found her in the training room, throwing punches at the bag like it had personally offended her.
"You're gonna break your wrist," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
She didn't stop. "Better the bag than someone's face."
I stepped closer, grabbing the bag to steady it. "I get it. You're pissed. But you can't let this consume you."
She stopped then, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her skin. "I can't afford to be weak, Lisa."
I shook my head. "You're not weak. You're human."
For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Then, impulsively, I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She didn't pull away.
Instead, she closed her eyes, leaning slightly into my touch.
"You don't have to carry everything alone, Jennie," I whispered.
When she opened her eyes again, there was something raw in them. Vulnerability.
And trust.
"I know," she murmured.
That was all she said. But in that moment, it was everything.
The First Strike
Later that night, Irene got a lead.
"The Revenants are moving shipments through the east docks," she announced. "Weapons, drugs, something big. If we intercept them, we'll send a message."
Jennie smirked. "Then let's send them a message they won't forget."
The Night Mission
We geared up quickly. Bulletproof vests, weapons holstered, comms secured. The air was thick with tension as we climbed into the black SUVs, the engines roaring to life.
Lisa sat beside me, double-checking her guns. "Think it's another trap?"
"Probably," I admitted. "But we don't have a choice."
As we neared the docks, Jisoo's voice came through the earpiece. "Scouting ahead. Two trucks, heavily guarded."
"Then we go in quiet," Irene ordered.
The SUVs stopped a block away, and we moved on foot, the shadows hiding our approach. Rosé and Seulgi took the high ground while Lisa and I flanked from the right.
My heart pounded as I gripped my gun, Lisa's presence beside me grounding me. We were about to step into hell, but we weren't alone.
We never were.
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