Oh man, I havn't uploaded on here in such a long time. The last thing I uploaded was from when I was in 6th grade XD I deleted all prior stories. ANYWAYS! The first chapter to my fanfic =3 I have a gist of where this is going...a few key plot lines...not much. Hang in there!

Reflecting Reality Chapter One

"Hurry, kid. Bird coming from the west."

"I'd like a challenge."

"I'm sure you would. Carrying M4-16s, full mags', class D. Make sure the bird doesn't spot ya', alright?"

"Roger, Merc."

Her movement strung threads of nimbleness, over rooftops, but always below radar. Slung over her right shoulder was a bright, yellow bag carrying messages, papers, packages to a client far to the northwest. Having a hard time trying to keep up to her quick jumps and leaps, the bag bobbed behind her, acting like a tail in the white light of the sun. She didn't notice. Concentrating on the barriers in front of her was her main concern. These rooftops weren't built for the average person to stroll along. There were no easy way outs. You had to be swift and responsive; otherwise the Birds and Blues would notice you, lock you up, and then goodbye autonomy.

"Listen to me Faith, they aren't going to play nice just because yer quick. Last weeks mess-up hasn't cleared yet, stay low. There's a building up a head, to the east. Take it."

"That will cost me minutes."

"Minutes or your head? Go east."

Faith veered right, bounding off the rooftop to an overpass nearly twenty feet below. She was finally starting to notice the weight of the bag, "What's the heat, anyways?"

"Message to White from Vasilis. You know Daniel Vasilis, his daughter was there from you last run. Had me thinking," he trailed off.

"Thinking?"

"Our next generation isn't up to par."

"What, I'm too old for you now?"

Merc chuckled, "No, Faith, Yer my best runner."

"I'm your only runner."

Keeping to the buildings, Faith scampered up two flights of pipes towards the sickly, blue sky above. Nothing better than a sunny day to keep you running. Not that the whether ever seemed to change; the skies always shined bright against the hot contrast of the ashen skyscrapers. Never a raindrop to burst this utopian bubble. Even the trees were white.

A rooftop door stood before her; without a second thought, Faith ruptured it's hinges with a solid kick and fled inside.

The walls, much like the outside, were a disgusting white that appeared to stretch everlastingly down the long hallway ahead of her. She continued her run down the corridor, taking an immediate left to a stairwell that looked quicker than the elevator across the hallway.

"Take the elevator."

"What?--"

"Now!"

Faith altered her flow so quickly that even Merc would have been impressed. From the urgency stuck to his vocal cords, she could tell that going into the building was a bad idea after all. Not only were there blues present, but there were much more than Faith could handle alone. Once she was safely inside the elevator she stumbled, "How many?"

"Seventeen. Go to the second floor. There are three there, the fewest of the rest. Yu'll have to find away around them. The floor plan is crazy, kiddo, search for the vents and we will go from there."

Faith darted from the elevator once it reached the second floor. Not only did she have to hurry, but she had to dodge bullets from a few subbies on the way. Not that she didn't like the challenge. Small, round drops of sweat began to swell on her forehead. She hadn't felt this much adrenaline in weeks, for every run she took was easier than it should have been. Her heart bounced off her lungs in a quick, cadenced motion with her breathing; everything focused on the doors ahead of her.

From behind, a mans shout was heard. She heard his never-been-used-gun click ready, ringing out warnings, telling her to stop running or he would shoot. As if she would. Every door she ran past was too heavy to kick down, sealed, or blocked. She had to find a door to open soon, or that man would drive a bullet right through her back.

She reached the end of the hall. Dead end. Another man's voice rang out from a door that she attempted to open prior. She hadn't time to think. Above her, hung a cat walk that lead back the way she came from. For now, this was her best choice.

This was an easy feet for Faith, she had done wall climbings plenty of times to know what to do. Her feet hit the wall across from the catwalk, she ran vertical, pushed gravity from her body then shot off the wall towards the footbridge. Easy.

Sudden pain. Not so easy. Before she got the chance to swing over the railing, she was shot. It wasn't a deep wound, more of a graze over her right forearm. But it injured her enough to lose grip of the railing. She had to ignore the sting now, she didn't have a choice. Now that the catwalk idea was out, she had to run back to the elevator, towards the two police men that were armed and ready.

Faith picked up speed, dodging a bullet that swerved far enough to miss. The first guard held the gun in front of him.

"Take the window, Faith," Merc chimed into her ear. "It's a long drop, but that's all you got."

Faith glanced to her right. The glass on the windows were thick, not breakable with her fists. Another gun shot grazed past her head. The closest guard was nearly fifteen feet away. Right then, a plan sketched quickly through her fast mind. The guard yelled at her, commanding her to give up. Faith smiled.

Delicately, Faith snaked her way towards the policeman, ducking right before his arm swung out to deck her. As his armed hand swayed above her head, she reached up and plucked the gun right from his hand. Followed by a crafty elbow jab under his jaw, the guard staggered back a couple of steps, somnambulated. Faith took this time to unload the remaining three bullets of the magazine into the window to her right.

"Nothing like improv'," Faith smirked.

The rest of the way out was easy, a few building leaps, edge hangings and pipe scalings until she was a safe distance from the Blues that were chasing her.

"How's the arm," Merc asked her.

"I've had worse."

"I guess I should have listened to you."

"Would have saved us a few minutes. But it was a challenge."

"That's my girl," He paused, "Head back to the hideout. I'll contact Drake; maybe Cel can finish the job. Don't want an injured runner on my hands."

Faith nodded, knowing he couldn't see her.

"Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"You did good."

Yes, pretty short =/ I just wanted to upload it. XD If anyone likes it, I will add more to the site. I will be writting more none the less, tho. =) Flames are always welcome ;D