A/N: Not that I ever really take reviews seriously, but for some reason one of them is totally getting to me *grumbles* ... well, sorry to you-know-who-you-are if you didn't like the story, it was supposed to be what you didn't like about it.

So here is the start of my new story, I got the idea after I rented Spy Game. *Brad Pitt is so sexy!!* Gomen nasai for the long delay (I say that with every update don't I) ... I meant to put this up a while ago, but after the holiday season hit everything just started snowballing on me. Anyways, enough with my life, and on with the story!! *theater lights fade out*

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Prologue: Captured

Target destination in 3 minutes. A voice said through a headset, barely audible over the helicopter engine. Flying towards the summit of series of mountains, the pilot looked over his shoulder as a butch blonde locked the bindings on her snowboard, gently hopping her way to the open doorway. Good luck, Tenoh. The blonde gave him the thumbs up as she lowered her goggles, and awaited the jump mark. Just don't hit a tree or anything, Haruka. He muttered as she removed the headset, hooking it next to two others on the roof. In 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... GO! Haruka grabbed onto a bar above her head and threw herself out the door, landing with a hard thump and sliding down the moment she hit the snow.

Regaining her balance she began to carve her way down, carefully avoiding trees and rocks. Suddenly she felt her hair blow against the wind, and glancing back she spotted two other boarders dressed in black, both holding M-16's aimed at her. Who the hell are they?! I'm on freaking vacation!!! Haruka thought to herself, making a sharp turn around a tree trunk; the sound of a hard thump into it moments later. One down ... one more to go. Grumbling to herself she sped up, moving deeper into the trees. A small cliff was quickly approaching, and jumping off it she got a better look at her chaser and pulled a hard right, a giant wave of snow flying up.

Suddenly a series of bullets were fired in front of her, several of them piercing her shoulder knocking her off balance. She crashed into the snow hard, pain springing through all parts of her body. A trail of crimson paint followed her as she slid down the icy slope, until she was picked up by a snowmobiler that drove off into darkness. 3000 miles away, Michiru Kaioh, an agent for the Central Intelligence Agency, awoke with a start.