“This is the end for you.” The tall, dark man retrieves a gun from his suit jacket’s inner pocket, pointing it at his hostage’s head.

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“No, please. I have a family at home. You can’t do this!” The hostage squirms around in his bindings, hysteric tears flowing from his eyes.

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“Hold him, boys.”

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Two more similarly dressed men walk in from the shadows, grabbing the distressed businessman on the floor and hold him still.

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A new voice emanates from all around the room. “Sorry, boys, but I can’t let you do that.”

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The ceiling vent crashes open as a woman drops down on top of the armed man. She flips her black hair back while standing. Her skin-tight, black suit shines from the dim office lights.

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“Agent Seven.” The man tries to point his gun at her, but she quickly kicks it out of his hands and into the air.

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Grabbing the gun, she shoots one of the goons holding the hostage before the other goon rushes her. As he slams into her, they both fly back and Seven drops her gun.

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Using the momentum, Seven rolls on her back and kicks the man up over her, throwing him out the office window.

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The man falls to the city lights below, with a rain of glass shards around him...