This may be a bit of a slow start but things will pick up in the following chapters. Please review advice really helps!

Kira lay on the huge double bed feeling small compared to the mass of lavish things that surrounded her. She was tired but far to alert to rest. In her hand she clutched the piece of paper with a couple of scribbled lines of someones handwriting. Nothing went in print unless it was absolutely necessary due to the aptitude of computer scanners these days. Too fidgety to lie there any longer, Kira read over the couple of lines she already knew by heart:

Flat number 324, The King George building. All occupants.

Usually it was more than that, sometimes she had pages, but Kira was used to working with little information. The name of the destination suggested it was more grand than it actually was. The reality was a blacked high rise block of flats which took a chunk out of the sky. They were tiny and cheap mainly occupied by students or old people with nowhere else to go. Of course like any place that big there would be the nutters who would be up for slitting your throat for the fun of it.

Buildings like that were tricky and even harder when the flat was near the top because the noise would echo all the way down the stair case and alert the other residents. Unable to stay still Kira stood up and paced around the large hotel room like a caged animal. The hotel room that had been booked for her was too plush for the couple of hours she would hide out in it before she carried out her mission but it had been the only building in vicinity of the target with free rooms. Her father wasn't exactly short on the money front. Despite the fact that she was always told to only leave her hideout at the specified time she was told she wasn't in the mood to stick around much longer.

Kira sunk to her knees and groped under the bed until her hand hit the cold metal of the gun that had been placed there for her. She inspected it, it was a simple pistol that only carried one bullet at a time. There was an ammunition pack taped to the handle of the gun and she detached it and put it in her pocket. She tutted to herself, twelve bullets, it wasn't nearly up to the flashy compact Glock machine gun she got last time. Kira tucked the gun into the waistband of her jeans and tugged on a baggy hoodie to cover the bulge. Then she felt inside her pocket for the strong piece of cord she always carried. With a crappy gun like that she might need it.

Kira left the hotel room locked the door before sliding the key under the loose bit of carpet where she had found it. She took the back stairs instead of the swanky glass lift which might have given you view of the London skyline, but it also gave the whole of London a good view of you. Kira reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped out into the warm early evening. The air was muggy and despite the fact that rush hour had ended hours ago the steady roar of traffic continued to pervade the air. She took her life in her hands with a daring dash between three lanes of traffic but she was confident in her ability to evade the fast moving cars. She set off at a brisk walk sweating under the thick hoodie on the warm summers evening. After a few minutes of walking she reached the base of the King George building. It wasn't just tall, it was the kind of tall that made your head sway just looking at it.

Kira didn't hang around though, an eleven year old girl on her own in the middle of the city might attract a bit of attention. She pushed her way round an ancient set of revolving doors whose glass was so grimy you could barely see through it. Once she was inside she moved purposely towards the elevator, there was no way she was going up so many steps no matter the tactical advantage it may have given her. She ran her finger up the mass of buttons on the elevator wall until she reached the one for the top floor. Just as the lift doors began to close a couple of heavily muscled men came through the doors who were trying just a little to hard to be casual.

When the doors were shut she grimaced to herself, she would definitely have to use the back stairs for the way down. The lift seemed to take hours and the cramped walls seemed to be moving in on her as her mind raced ahead, mentally feeling the mens footsteps pounding up the stairs faster than the lift. Finally the doors slid open again Kira stepped out onto the musty carpet. Her mind still on the men who she was sure were pursuing her, she scanned the room for the door to the stairs. Spotting a fire door that could only lead to the staircase she snatched up a broken plastic mop handle from the floor and slid it through the fire alert bar to barricade the door. The flimsy plastic would by no means stop them forever but the noise it would make to kick it down would at least give her some warning. She wandered down the corridor until she reached room 324.

Kira pulled the gun from her waistband and felt inside her pocket for the cord. Content that both her weapons were where they should be she backed up to kick down the door. There's no quiet way to kick down a door but the way Kira had learned, you had to concentrate the force around the lock area so you break the wood around there instead of busting the door wide open in the centre. This way of course it harder and your foot takes a lot of punishment if it hit the metal hard, a thing that Kira had done many times. When Kira felt the wall against her back she kicked off against it to gain explosive speed before channeling her energy into a powerful one footed jab around the edge of the door. The wood was old and broke away easily but the metal in the door was sturdy and Kira hopped around on one foot until the pain had subsided.

Kira cocked the pistol and mentally counted to three before bursting into the room. The three occupants were gathered around a table in the middle and looked surprised but not worried. There was a pretty young woman with blonde hair and two men.

"She's early" a man in his twenties said. The woman sighed,

"we can see that can't we" she pulled a huge machine gun from under the table. Kira mentally cursed the titchy gun as she dropped it onto the floor and sprinted into an open door on the other side of the room. As she closed and bolted the door she noticed something odd about the room. There were no personal possessions in there and everything was covered with a fine layer of dust. Kira wished she hadn't dropped the gun as she backed up into the corner of the room cord in hand desperately scanning for anything she could use as a weapon. Finding nothing she listened to the voices from outside the door. The two men and the woman were joined by two other male voices after a few seconds. Must have been the two men from downstairs.

"—barricaded the door"

"—how did she get this far"

"—how were we supposed to know"

"—it wasn't on schedule"

"—why weren't you backing me u-" The rabble quietened down to the sound of a gun being cocked.

"Kira" the voice was the woman's she was calm and stable, "you can either open the door or I will blow it open". Kira didn't open the door but stayed in the corner trembling, "I will blow the door open in 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-". Kira sprung forward and slid the bolt back and burst through the door in one fluid movement. The woman was taken by surprise and Kira twisted the gun in her hands and kicked her in the stomach. The woman held up remarkably well considering the force of the kick but then she groaned and leaned over clutching her stomach. Kira levelled the gun at her targets and fired a warning shot at the wall.

"don't move!" she yelled scanning them for anymore weapons. "if you have any weapons chuck them over here slowly". The elder of the two men who had been in the room when Kira busted in pulled the pistol she had been carrying earlier moving slowly to lay it on the floor. The second it touched the ground however shot up and ducked under the barrel of the large gun causing Kira to pull the trigger suddenly spraying bullets everywhere. The other members of the groups scattered diving behind furniture for cover. The man was too close for the bulky gun now so Kira punched him hard in the face and his nose exploded. He screwed up his face in pain but didn't stop coming, twisting her wrist into a lock and wresting the gun from her grip. He pushed the barrel right up in her face so close she could see the tiny bit of rust around the rim and the smell of bullets from inside the chamber. The woman staggered towards her wielding a needle Kira knew it would kill her at least a gun would be quicker. Kira darted away but apparently the man didn't want to kill her and he pulled the barrel away from her face. She sprinted towards the exit but she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Taser. The dart released the current of electricity and Kira sunk to the ground and blacked out.