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Killed by a bullet and a hot air balloon.
What a way to go right?
Certainly an… unusual way to go, but commendable nonetheless.
Like, who in their life time is able to say they got killed by a bullet and a hot air balloon?
Well… no one I guess, because they’re dead.
Even if the honorable person is dead, Belladonna didn’t view them any less as legends.
Just like how she looked up to her mother, the unfortunate victim in the hot air balloon incident, a legend.
Belladonna wanted to go out that way. Either killed while a bomb is exploding on a war ship, or maybe thrown into a tank of man eating sharks?
She didn’t know, all she knew is she didn’t want to die the WEAK way. When you’re surrounded by your loving friends and family and you swap stories and tales of your glory days and everyone is at peace.
BLEGH
BORING! Where was the drama, the fiasco, the blood, sweat, and tears!?
Yeah, she’ll stick to the tank of man eating sharks, thank you very much.
She couldn’t help to think this way, it was in her blood.
You see, although her family seemed like the average family (as average you can get anyway without looking like a nuclear family), they had a legacy.
A legacy of heroics and bravery, of cunning and wits.
Of secret agents.
From her mother and father, to her grandmother and father, to her great grandmother and father, and so on and so forth.
All of them, secret agents.