Number Two's eyes widened as the air shimmered before her, reality warping for a split second. Then, materialized right there on the frozen wasteland stood a woman. White hair, pulled back in a tight braid, cascaded down her shoulders, mirroring Number Two's own. But the most striking feature were the amber eyes, identical to Number Two's, except these held a calculating glint, a glint Number Two recognized all too well.
A sardonic smile stretched across Number Two's lips. This wasn't just any woman; it was Incursio, the legendary former Number Two, the woman Number Two had replaced after her betrayal. The thrill of the hunt coursed through Number Two's veins. This wasn't just a mission anymore; this was an opportunity.
"Well, well," Number Two drawled, her voice dripping with mock surprise. "Look who decided to finally crawl out of the woodwork. Incursio, is it? The prodigal ex-Number Two returns."