~~~~*Prologue*~~~~~~
Chaos. Sheer chaos. People scrambled around and papers flew from the desks. Footsteps ran to the door. The Director, Dr. Leonard Church, looked up. Alpha continued rambling.
"Alpha, be quiet." He bit, looking at the door. Silence answered him. As he started to walk to the door, it burst open. The counselor burst through the door, panting and sweat dripping from his face. The director watched him, eyebrow raised, as he clutched at the stitch in his side.
"What's that problem?" he asked, his signature drawl clear in his voice.
"P…Problem…She...She's fighting everyone!" the winded counselor wheezed slightly, standing a little straighter.
"You guys are being beaten by a girl? I wanna see this!" Alpha chuckled. The director shot him a dirty look.
"Alpha, disengage."
"Awwwww c'mon!" Alpha complained , his screen glowing brightly in the dark room.
"Alpha. Disengage . Now." The director spat, walking out of the room with the counselor.
" 'Disengage Alpha.' I wish you would disengage sometimes." Alpha mocked before his screen dimmed and finally went off.
By the time the director and the counselor reached where she had been supposedly "contained", she had taken out about half a dozen soldiers and a few medics.
"That's it. Call in the Freelancers. We need to restrain her. " The director ordered, watching as the girl flipped on soldier over her small frame. The counselor radioed for the freelancers and a few minutes later, 5 freelancers showed.
"What's going on here?" Wash asked, though the scene in front of him told him EXACTLY what was going on. No one dared get close to her, except Maine, who charged into her and picked her up 3 feet from the ground.
"Put me down!" she screeched, limbs flailing. In her flailing, she managed to kick Wash and Carolina square in the face and get North in the side of the head. She threw her head back in rage and head-butted Maine in the face, knocking him slightly for a loop. He loosened his grip on her and as she slid to the ground, she got one more good kick in, nailing Wyoming right in the crotch.
Getting his head straight, Maine went to grab the girl again, but this time was met with her fist. The girl's fist connected with Maine's face and sent him flying face first into the wall with a sickening crunch, which could be felt by everyone there.
She strode over to Maine and stood over him, ready to take her final blow, when she was covered almost entirely by purple armor lock paint. Surprise was the look on the everyone's face when the shooter was revealed. Out of the shadows strode the black armor clad Agent Tex.
Tex tossed the gun to the side as she walked toward the group. The director ordered the temporarily paralyzed girl to be taken to one of the private medical rooms and an i.v. drip be started immediately. The medics that weren't busy cleaning up the girl's mess whisked her away as ordered.
Once medics had stripped the girl down to a white t-shirt and pair of green shorts and left the private room, the director strode into the dim room and saw that the girl was strapped to the bed several times and her ankles and wrists had been shackled to the bed as well. He pulled the syringe he had hidden in his pocket before leaving his office earlier out. He walked over to the girl he had thought was sedated and reached for the iv bag. As soon as his finger touched the bag, her eyes flew open .
"I'm entrusting you with this. Do not let anyone near this." He said, sticking the needle into the iv bag and watching as the liquid in the bag turned a bluish color. The still partially paralyzed girl's growling and grumbling were the only other noise to fill the room.
"Growl all you want, there's no stopping it now." He said, an evil smirk firmly in place on his face as he left the room.