A Cocky Young Champion Mocked a 70-Year-Old Woman Until She Pulled the Trigger

Adrian's voice trembled as he spoke the name aloud.

Mona Vance,

he whispered, loud enough for Lenny to hear.

The Silver Valkyrie. The legendary marksman who vanished forty years ago.

Lenny's smug expression evaporated instantly. He looked from Adrian to the elderly woman, his jaw slack. He had spent his entire youth studying the historic records of the sport, and the name Mona Vance was mythical—a prodigy who had suddenly disappeared on the eve of the Olympic trials, accused of a cheating scandal that many believed was a setup.

Is it really you?

Adrian asked, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and fear. Mona nodded slowly.

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I didn't come here to cause trouble, Adrian,

she said quietly.

But I won't be pushed out of my own sport anymore.

Before Adrian could reply, the heavy double doors of the VIP lounge opened. Arthur Pendelton, a wealthy, older man in an expensive tailored suit, stepped out. He was the chief sponsor of the tournament and the very man who had orchestrated Mona's downfall decades ago to secure his own victory. Arthur's eyes locked onto Mona. The color drained from his face, replaced quickly by a look of sheer malice.

He marched down the steps, flanked by two large security guards.

What is the meaning of this?

Arthur demanded, glaring at Adrian.

This woman is a disgraced cheat. She has no right to be on these premises. Security, escort her out immediately.

Lenny stepped back, suddenly realizing he was standing in the middle of a decades-old blood feud. Mona stood her ground, her hand resting calmly near her holster.

I registered legally, Arthur,

she said, her voice steady.

And unlike forty years ago, there are cameras everywhere today. If you try to frame me again, the whole world will watch you do it.