February, 1996

Disaster.

My first failure.

Never missed a target before. I've missed my first shot here or there, but never failed to kill a target. Target was codename Moonslayer. He's a powerful Evo that killed a bunch of humans on the moon.

That's all I needed to know. He wasn't supposed to be a threat combatively. He's just an important leader, a figurehead for the Evos.

But when he knew he was in danger and started seeing his guards go down, his blades came out.

I missed my first shot; Hannah was wounded with a blade through the stomach.

I missed my second shot; Jacques' throat was slit and he collapsed.

Dead.

I couldn't believe it. It was my fault. They were surprised, counting on me to put him down or at least wound him with the first shot. He started leaving my window. That shouldn't have stopped me. It had happened before. I reached for my power. I would just bend the trajectory of the bullet a bit. I couldn't find it. Couldn't reach my power. Where is it? Have I lost it?

He got away.

Piper