The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 21

22 September 2026

The other reason for distracting him was the glass itself. While she is as a great shot, glass often fucked with the ballistics. Here the proof was at the impact point.

The bullet went in right through his right eye and straight out the back. She could see the ground on the other side and smiled.

“Fucked with the wrong girl,” Grace said.

She grabbed his phone and connected it to hers. While both phones began to stream massive amounts of information, she pulled out a small metal cylinder. With the press of a button, a laser light stretched out over his left eye to confirm there was no contact lens.

A young blonde woman with her hair in a high bun stands in a cracked, barren field of dead corn stalks under a thick rusty-orange fog. She wears a worn green jacket, dark cargo pants, and a large backpack, with white over-ear headphones around her neck. She holds two smartphones connected by white cables, both screens showing “DATA TRANSFER” progress bars (one at 78%). The front corner of a classic dark sports car is visible on the right edge of the frame.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.