Silent as a snake, she walked through the corridor. Back bent, feet silent, hand hovering above the holster for her handgun. Eyes darting side to side at the various doors, daring one to open and meet the onslaught of her Beretta.

"In movies, you always see the hero, when clearing a room, move his whole head in the direction of where he wanted to look. That takes stamina, and although little, that stamina could mean the difference between life and death. Just move the eyes."

A lesson from her teacher back at headquarters. She lived by his teachings; she wouldn't forget them when they mattered most.

A slight sound filled the hallway. A footstep. She instantly froze.
She knew she hadn't made the noise; she was being too careful. Another person.

Her eyes darted left and right. Although it had only taken a split second to do so, she instantly knew everything that was in the hallway. A half full trash can 8 and a half feet away. A small puddle on the ground in front of her, caused by a guard who had been out in the rain days earlier. A door to the right that looked unlocked, based on the position of the doorknob.

In that split second, she made up her mind. Ducking as low as her body would let her, she ran silently to the door, turning the knob with one hand while the other drew her gun. She pushed open the door as quietly as humanly possible, her handgun aimed and ready to end anyone inside the room. Luckily for them, there was no one there.

Not taking the time to notice any other details, she turned and pushed the door closed, her other hand returning the handgun to its place.

Only then did she turn and inspect the room. She had only looked for personel, but now realized it was a small hanger, big enough to house a regular sized tank. The place was littered with crates, some open, others not. Other then that, the room was ordinary enough.

She moved to the nearest open crate and peered in. What she saw was just what she had been sent to find. Perfect.

She was about to reach to her ear to activate the codec when she felt an immense pain. A bright light covered her vision, blinding her. A loud, high pitched shreek covered her ears, deafing her. She put her hand on her face, angrily rubbing her eyes, trying to return sight to them.

Flashbang grenade!

She struggled to stay on her feet as her free hand reached for her Beretta, but a sharp pain stabbed her in the leg. She gasped for breath.

I've been... Shot.

She knew it as she fell to the floor, on her stomach, unable to stand on her wounded leg. Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to stand, she used her hand to pull out the gun, but another sharp pain struck her in the forearm. She felt her face splattered with her own blood as the pistol tumbled away. She had no feeling in her arm or leg.

She finally stopped moving, freezing in place, slowing her rapid breathing, hoping that whatever was attacking would think she was dead and just... Leave.

She wouldn't be so lucky. Her hearing returned first, and she heard footsteps approaching. She formed a plan in her mind.

As soon as you can see, grab your knife with your good hand.

Her sight wasn't returning anytime soon, she knew it. She grabbed for the knife anyway, but a boot stomped on her arm, pinning it down.

Finally accepting her fate, she let her arm go limp and released her knife.

She let a tear fall from her eye. She knew what was going to happen.

She felt the boot release her arm. Two gloved hands grabbed her by the side and flipped her over so her body was facing the ceiling. The hands searched her expertly, quickly confiscating the knife and ammo. Using her own knife, the attacker sliced the chain for her dog tags and pulled them away.

"Well hello, Ms... Uh, Blaze, apparently." The attacker said, reading the codename from the dogtags. He spoke English with a basic American accent.

"You know you were trespassing on private territory?"

A cough was the only response he got.

"Well, we can't have you doing that anymore, can we? You've found out little secret." He crouched down in front of her. For a second, Blaze thought it was the end, but the man simply stood up and barked an order. More footsteps filled the hanger as Blaze felt herself being picked up by the arms and legs. As she was carried away, Blaze finally let herself slip into unconsciousness.