Shatters scatterring around, the blond crawled, pushed her way through all of these. Her dark sweat was stained with blood, her pale oval face scarred, while she did not stop moving though the wound on her chest was still bleeding. She grit her teeth, her left hand pressing hard on the cut, and the other supporting her body with difficulty. She was enduring, a piercing pain suddenly striking her, yet she refused to yield. Her blood-stained eyes were fixed on the leaping flames, which had inexorably devoured the most influenced one in her life.
The blond girl finally managed to stand up fully, staggering, yet falling to the ground in another step, glass slags piercing into her exposed skin, another hit of sharp pain blasting into her fragile body, cruelly robbing away her last hope.
She silently pitched backward, like a dropped puppet.
Mission was failed.
Morever, she even failed to save him, watching him buried in sea of flames and explosions. She was dying, crying her heart out, while nothing she could retrieve.
Just everything went well during the mission, She wondering, why they would trapped in such a situation.
Tears streamed down through her cheek, her sight blurred with teardrops, and last, turning into entire darkness...
-Three Years Later-
It's an ordinary night in this bustling city, people, vehicles flooded back and forth on these ever crowded roads. Dazzling neon lights emitted from high-rises brightened a large range of dark-blue sky, overiding those shinest stars.
Feeling well to live in such a society? Just see...What a mess here! How stupid.
A dark-haird man sitting behind and lowering head, watching those crowds through a huge glass, his twisted face was emotionless.
Nothing there obviously, only ruled by money and power, even so, still feeling happy and pleasant?
All of a sudden, his face twisted fiercely, his slender fingers crumbling the glass, scarlet liquid splashing out. He neglected the remains and gently moved to his new desktop, continuing his work. Coming with sounds of tip-taps, several lines of words appeared on the flicking nimble fingers rapidly tapped on the keyboard, accompanied with strange smile on his face.
Soon, my friends, you will be freed from all of these, I promise.
"Bang-!"
"What was that?"
He stood quickly up in horrify, scanning attentively around in alert, yet only to find nothing.
"I thought nobody would be able to break in this state of alert." He murmured. In a split second, a shadow leap down from the ceiling like a shot, touching down directly in front of him. The moment dark-haired man drew his pistol out, the masked woman lifted her leg and kicked it off in a lightning speed. In no time, both his hands was tied closely on his back, muzzle aiming uprightly at the back of his head.
"Where is that conspire?" The masked woman questioned intensely.
"What...what did you say? Conspire? I...I've never heard about that..."
"Well well...I'll REMIND you of that." The shadow teasingly replied, in the meantime, loaded her pistol.
"OoooooOKay! I'll tell you everything! Please don't hurt me!" The man pointed at several dozens of documents piled up in the corner, tremblingly. She kicked him away in disgust, pacing to examine those documents. She lowered her body and turned them over, just to find a few blanks.
She was fooled.
When she watched back and bursted out angrily, the man had already covered her with a pistol.
"Sorry my lady, but I won't let you destroy those documents. I put my blood into these." The man shook his head and studied her, a wretched smile on his face, "Not bad...What shall I do next? Give you a quick death? Torture you? Or..."
"Bang-!"
A bullet heading through the window glass from far, directly hit his right arm, at the same time, the impact snapping the pistol out of his hand. The masked woman seized the gap and swiftly catched his unwounded left arm, her right arm knocking him out.
She watched out in joy, through the broken glass, her partner hidden on the platform of another building, assisting her, with her Barrett shining brightly under the silver moonlight.
"Miria, I've confirmed. the conspire is saved in that computer." Her deep familiar voice came through the microphone," Now! destroy it!"
She turned to face her partner and slightly nodded, then, firing several shoots at the main unit.
Galatea, such a sniper, accurately shot the target across so long a distance-six hundred miles, maybe even more. It's really worthy of her reputation-Galatea of the God Eye.
Miria sighed lightly. She pulled out her rope gun, leaping out of the broken window, plunging into the endless flourishing city and soon, vanishing in the dense mass of crowd.