Faith caught the bag and spun round. There weren't any blues around, not now anyway. She stared into space as her radio crackled into life; "Faith, you read me?" said the familiar voice or Mercury, or Merc to his friends.
"Yes Merc, I read you" she responded distantly "what's the package and where's it going to?"
"Good to see you're not wasting any time. It's the usual crap, reports and dossiers; it's headed for a warehouse on 5th. Nothing about you on the wires, so I suggest to get going before you get spotted up there."
"Okay, got it, Faith out." She sighed and ran off in the direction of the Shard, the dead centre of the city, and the orientation point for the runners.
As she reached a wire that could take her down to street level, it might not be the safest way around the city, but it's a hell of a lot easier to navigate than the labyrinth of sterile white rooftops. Every now and again she had to duck behind cover to dodge a squad car; other than that it was unusually quiet…
Faith turned a corner and was almost knocked back by the awesome sight of the massive blue skyscraper that seemed to puncture the sky in its effort to show its complete domination of the sprawling city below. This was the difficult bit, actually getting past the damned building to get to your destination, which is no mean feat for a runner. There was a loud shout and an even louder gunshot; muscle memory took over and Faith was running across the plaza like there was no tomorrow. Although, had she stopped, there wouldn't have been. She jumped up onto a wall, leapt forwards, grabbed a pole and threw herself onto the rooftops. She slowed down and stopped. "Merc, I'm lost, can you tell me where I'm going to now?" she asked, gulping down breath.
"Warehouse on 5th, I told you a few minutes back."
"Very funny. No, where am I supposed to be looking at? You HAVE been tracking me, haven't you?" she snapped at him, slightly annoyed that he obviously hadn't been.
"Err, yeah. Head down the street you're on now and into that little back alley; there should be our guy waiting there."
"K, Faith out." She switched off her radio, and fell into the waiting street; rolling as she landed. Nondescriptly ducking into the alley, she released the bag from the strap and looked round. No one was there. Oh well, she knew what to do if a client wasn't at a drop point, she pulled out her red paint and drew the symbol of the runners on a wall, put them back and sprinted off towards the renovated AC tower that she called home.
Second story, first for Mirrors Edge, please R&R, if I get some good reviews and a bit of interest, then I'll maybe add a few more chapters. If I do, then I'll probably go up to the fall that Merc mentions just before training.