Yes, this is totally unconnected to anything. This is my story. Ha. Read and be amazed. Please. That would be appreciated. Whatever. Waaay to long here….

The soldier was very scared. His comrades had recently decided not to clue him in on the most recent meeting, and he was rushing to get to it before his boss, whoever it may be, made the "Executive decision." I just watched. I also contemplated killing him. He was just another lackey, totally useless in the system. I could take him out without breaking a sweat. Something held me back. He was screaming in his Communicator like there was no tomorrow, but he wouldn't get a response. The meeting room was a blood-soaked mess.

I dropped silently behind him, listening to his frantic requests for a response. This poor soul was very troubled. I should kill him just to put him out of his misery. Plus, he would raise the alarm as soon as he entered the carnage-filled meeting hall. This was supposed to be relatively low profile. I waited for him to hang up, and then moved in close.

My blade went without resistance into the back of his head, and his hurried steps stopped very suddenly. I pulled the blade out, slowly lowering him to the ground, then dragging him to the nearest room. For the headquarters of an evil organization, this place had a lot of empty rooms. Eventually, someone would discover the bodies, not just this one, but the six others from the previous room. It didn't matter. I would be long gone by then.

I continued on my path. I was almost there, only two floors left. My target was to be found in the main room. He would die, and not comfortably. I would be gone by the time anyone could do anything. I walked over to the nearest elevator, pressed the call button, and waited. When the door opened, I killed the two occupants before they could draw a breath, and then opened the emergency hatch on the top.

Flaring my wings, I flew up. The short flight barely required effort. I was latched on to the ceiling by the time the elevator car I had used as an access "pinged" and started moving down. I used my climbing claws, and cut into the roof. I walked over twenty paces, and then slashed another square into the ground below me. Before I pushed the block out, I looked around. The lights of the city surrounded me, filling me with a sense of smallness. Why was I doing this? Alarms from below reminded me of my mission. I would do this only for a little longer, until I could get rid of the implant.

I flew two feet into the air, then folded my wings and dropped into the room below me. At the desk in front of me, Travis sat. He merely smiled and stood when he saw me.

"Eve." He extended his hand. I responded with slashing his hand off. My blade went clearly through his wrist, and he fell to the floor gasping. I put my blade to his throat.

"Don't call me that." He just gave a faint smile, reached into his pocket with his good hand, pulled out a slip of paper, grabbed my wrist, whispered something unintelligible, and slit his throat with my blade. I stepped back. This man was crazy. I took off, and flew as high as I could. Too late, I remebered the slip of paper. Flying down, I realized that room was going to be filled with guards. The idiot had doomed himself, and part of my identity.

I swore and started flying over to the eastern horizon. My Communicator, deep in my ear, started beeping. I put my hand to my throat. "What?"

"Great job. Unfortunately, you weren't quite good enough."

"What! I did the job!"

"But not well. I'm sorry Eve."

"Wait! No!" The voice buzzed, then the buzzing grew in intensity. My head exploded in pain, and it was all I could do to stay airborne. I descended as fast as I could, nearly slamming into multiple cars, even in the outskirts of the city. The final blast of lancing pain in my head was too much. My wings folded, and I smashed into the concrete. Then, everything was silent.

Ahhh.... The evilness of me. Whatever. Review if you can! Peace, H45