Some leaders are smarter than others and leave the office to a different person. Sometimes a vice-president or a co-founder of a company. Those who are perfectly aware of the extent of Genova's abilities even go as far as go give it to a shareholder. That way, they are protected. But this way of life, as surefire of a method as it is, not only isn't the safest way to live as Genova can go anywhere and do anything she wants, meaning she could harm a leader during a flight or a car ride to a bunker or else, but this technique has led to shareholders themselves investing differently than they used to. Investing is about trust and anticipation of the different types of money flow. Following this logic, investors would buy from a company from which the boss stays in office the longest.
Genova had successfully jumpstarted the first part of the world war against her, the economic one.
As for those who actually leave, as aforementionned, they have bunkers, which Genova tends to find a way to use nearby construction equipment to cover the entire outside of the lair with cement. Waiting as they feed on their last cans of food. Her hearing is so advanced, she can hear them beg for help.
But her favorite game, by far, as opposed to Raven's orbital strike, is to follow them from land or sea looking up at their helicopter or private jets to their islands. Taking care of all the guards, like the predator she is, she would cast them out to the epicenter of the jungle and startle them, scare them and making sure they go insane. The last thing they see is a set of two glowing yellow eyes in the dark pulling out two magnums in their direction. She knows how weak they are. How stubborn and prideful they used to be. The natural killers of the sea, catching her swim from continent to island, would dodge her like they saw an orca. And on land, even in crowded cities, would remain invisible.
She caught a dictator on retreat. Set fire to his way of transportation and threw his guards' corpses on the shore as bait to attract the local sharks. Shot his legs near a waterfall, the green and black vines surrounding her. Despite the water, there was no sound in his mind. There she was, no smile, no love for the murder. Just two dead empty eyes, staring at him. Transfixed into his soul.
"Could you act as a human being? Is it because of the way I treated my people?"
"I wish it was that simple. But no. You're going to die because I need to send a message to the rest of the world. That I am the one that controls everything. I am the one that lurks and always knows. The one who is watching. The one who is listening. At all times. If you'd leave to outer space, I'd just trigger a something-something emp to deactivate everything. No contact, no callbacks. No communication. No control. And that's what you're going through right now. No control over anything."
"Having control doesn't mean you should inflict pain and death."
"I want a war, old man. I want a war with the world. I want to survive the world against me alone."
"Why?"
"Because I've been to war. I've seen war. And I want this feeling back. I want this nostalgia to take me. For the last time. For the circle to be complete. It has to make sense. Otherwise I went to war and killed all these people for nothing. I refuse to believe that all of this was for nothing. It has to mean something. War cannot be just this. It has to be more than that. I'll die happy knowing I've made war happen again, this time in my own terms. I want to be truly free, and that is my version of freedom. So crawl to the water, now. So I can shoot you down while you try to swim to the waterfall."
The question remains, though, how does one win against all of those weapon traffickers? One could argue it's because it's Genova. "Of course she would win." But how did she come to this? Genova developped a sense for conflict, war and combat early on. Around eight, or was it eleven years old. Trained through self-torture, no screens, no help, no way of backtracking. Obsessive, compulsive, destructive behaviour. That leads to perfection. Alone in forests she blindfolded herself to rely on other senses than sight and when that wasn't enough, she pushed it further and temporarily hindered her remaining senses to rely on vibrations in the ground like an insect. Studied all animals, the mole, the snake, the bat, the beaver, the spiders. The hyenas and the panthers. There was always a way to learn, and if there was material to learn, there was a possibility to progress. In which case she felt obliged to continue. To persevere in utter distress. To learn how to shoot any weapon on any target, bullseye, under any and all condition. To never fall, never fail, never complain. Exemplary discipline was the key. The endgoal was perfection. Which she mastered. And so, when Nara was exploded for ressources, Cressenie's leaders sent kids with basic military training right to their death, straight to the active war zone. And ninety days into the active war zone, dehydrated and weakened by the sun she loved so much, she could now finalize the training by a test in real conditions. On the last day, after ending a shell-shocked soldier at point blank, she was fully satisfied. Until she wasn't.
It is only enough when there are no more lives to take down. As such, she would be the winner of this demented game. Ismael and Raven are looking after her, and in some way, looking out for her. In Ismael's perspective, Genova is clinically insane and needs to be either put down like a sick dog or be helped until she sees clear again. Raven on the other hand believes that by killing her, she would be set free. Free from the addiction to her.
Both are wrong. Genova is far worse than a perfect soldier.