The CI6 had saved her life and given her the choices of either starting a new life or joining force with them to take down the NIA.  The choice became obvious with what she lost.  She accepted the offer, chose the grueling field work, undergone rigorous training, and rose quickly to become the most lethal agent they ever recruited.  It was an eye for an eye.  For every successful mission, she was granted additional personal access to the one responsible for her family demised.  Vengeance was her only drive for living until a year ago when it all changed.

She had just finished an easy task of meeting with the latest informant.  The details were sent to headquarter earlier in the day, leaving her with some leisure time to wander around Central Park.  It was a rare moment for her eyes to soften as it feasted on the bronze sculpture of a woman standing alone in an obscure area of Central Park. 

“She’s mysteriously beautiful isn’t she?” Her body tensed up hearing the soft voice of a woman nearby.  She was caught off guard and immediately walked away.

“No, wait wait…” The woman calling after causing her feet to moved faster.

“Gotcha!” The woman exclaimed as she made the mistake of latching onto Bette’s arm.  With reflexive lightning speed, Bette’s left hand attached and pulled the intruding palm forward while her right elbow thrust back and connected with the disabling meridian just below the woman’s sternum.

Bette released her left hand waiting for the eventual result feeling the woman’s grasp loosen along with her body as it slide down to the ground.  The woman had unknowingly invaded that sacred sanctum and suffered the consequence.  ‘When it doubt, disable your enemy’ become her mantra for survival.  She knew it was extreme but it’s a defensive mode she learned to perfect.

That was the first time she met Jodie Lerner.  As she watched Jodie’s body sprawled out on the pavement, Bette was struck with reminisce as the golden sun brushed specs of familiar hue against the woman’s fair-haired.  Bette was momentarily transported back in time, to a former life once filled with love and passion.  That weakened her resolve to take pity on the woman and allowed their eventual relationship to evolve in intimacy but never beyond and above heartfelt devotion.

It was that small opening of her heart that transformed the nightmare into one recurring dream with vivid details.  She was afraid of confronting it at first, but crucially, it gave her the clarity long lost in the cloud of vengeance.  The split second before the bomb went off; the immobile form of the blonde became clear and undeniable.  It wasn’t HER!  How can she not know the very shape and every curve that make up the wonder of HER.?  Her heart knew all along what her eyes have falsely perceived.  A brand new day await, her mission refocused, and the search intensified.