Prologue: Part 1
Two Shots
The quiet whisper of wind flowed around her, as she remained perfectly still, watching with the eyes of a hawk. People walked by one by one, heading along to their respective jobs. Once the hallway was clear, she slithered down from the vent, pushing the grate away. She ran down the hall, coming to a locked door. Punching the computer console, she took hold of the door and forced it open.
"W-Who are you?"
She walked in ignoring the frightened voice. With a fluid motion, she reached underneath her trench coat and pulled out a revolver. The person started to back away slowly, groping for some unseen object.
"Please don't kill me. I didn't know that they would-"
Narrowing her eyes, she released the safety and let a single shot fly home to its target before another one followed. The person slid to the ground as the first bullet hit them straight in the heart, the other dead between the eyes. She strode over, ripping the id tag off the lab coat. 'One down, nine more to go. It was nice knowing you Arthur Richler.'
She put the tag in her pocket and headed back out, closing the grate behind her. She came out in the alleyway and jumped down before she jumped up to the top of the building. The gravel crunched slightly with her landing before she strode off, walking along the rooftops and jumping from building to building.
Finally, she reached a broken dusty old window, slipping in through the hole that she had made. Ratty old furniture lay strewn around the floor, the dust thick upon most of the things. She flopped down on the couch, staring ahead for a few moments before she started removing her weapons.
Soon enough, the crate that served as a footstool had every weapons of an imaginable sort littered across its top. She started at the crate top with an almost wistful expression before she walked to the small cabinet at the side and took out a bottle filled with the golden colour of whiskey.
She discarded the trench coat before she started to strip down to her underwear. She sat on the couch gratefully, unscrewing the top and taking a long pull from the bottle. She stared up at the rusted metal girders that supported the ceiling somehow in their old age. Looking at the bottle once more, she made a motion, thinking to put it down and not get herself drunk. Deciding it over, she held the bottle close as she made herself comfortable. Taking another pull, she sighed and closed her eyes; this was going to be a very long drink.
A/N: Me is not so sure when the next part will come out. Soon me hopes because Peridot has been bugging me for this and she has been waiting for little over a year so I really do owe her for being so patient while I was my usual forgetful self.