Bursting upon the presently quiet room, she immediately noticed her targets. she would get them this time. In a flash fifty were dead, and the rest stunned. As quickly as she had killed the first fifty, she had spotted him, Will. He was tall, with short brown hair and deep brown eyes, and bronzed skin. He was staring at her as well, taking in everything from her completely black catsuit to her long thin legs, and her rounded figure. Through her mask, he could make out her brilliant green eyes, and her full, red, lips. Before he could realize what was going on, she had grabbed him by the waist and swung down 5 stories. In another second, they were out the door and she had thrust him into the door of a helicopter. Before he was able to gain his consciousness back, he was sitting next to a deadly killer in a plane, flying over an expanse of ocean he did not recognize in the least.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he inquired icily.
"Relax," she said, almost smirking, "if I'd wanted to kill you, you would have been dead already." After throwing another smirking glance at him, she continued to concentrate on the task at hand.
"I'm taking you back to the boss," she said, "don't waste your time, you're coming with me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."
He was seething now with an anger and a passion that was completely alien to her. She was further shocked when he continued, "If I have to, I'll take you, and this entire plane down with me before I let you get what you want."
And with that, he struck a match, and turned the helicopter into a burning inferno. She was horrified, shocked, but only for an instant. In another moment, her countenance had returned to its previous nonchalance. She took out two parachutes, strapped hers on, and threw the other to him.
"Better get outta here before the whole thing comes down," she said, as she opened the cockpit and jumped out, as if it were an everyday occurrence.
speechless, he strapped his own parachute on, and followed, only to find that he was falling, very, very quickly, and that his parachute was stuck. As he plunged further towards the earth, he suddenly felt a hand on his own. It was her.
"Hurry! Pull the strap, this parachute isn't going to hold the both of us!"
Seeing that he could not do it himself, she wrapped her arm around him, bringing them into extremely close proximity with each other. She then used her other hand to open the parachute, fumbling with the strap, and finally succeeded in opening it. however, just then, her own parachute failed, and she plummeted towards the earth. The blue waters of the ocean broke her fall, but she soon fell unconscious, as her head came in contact with a sharp protruding rock.
He soon landed, and seeing the blood cloud the surface of the water, he immediately dove in, bringing her limp body onto the shore, and laying it down there. He was about to leave her, but then something deep inside of him told him that he had an obligation to see that she was alright before he quitted her. Ripping off a piece of his shirt, he gently bandaged her head wound.