Prologue 1: The Agent and the Hacker

New York. Summer. Approx 11pm Tuesday night. They call it the city that never sleeps and for good reason too. People coming and going. Cars constantly hurrying down the streets. Shops opening and closing at all hours of the day. All of this remains true to one person. Down a dark street stand an old run down apartment building. Made of red brick it has stood the test of time and endured all forms of weather and abuse. Within its confines though an individual is hard at work. A poorly lit room, messy with food wrappers and containers. The low hum of computer fans all working together and the light sound of a keyboard being typed away at is all that can be heard. Computer screens displaying all forms of information were the only light source here. Sitting behind the keyboard was a lone woman. She seemed to be in her early twenties, was about 5'4" and pretty thin. She wore plan looking clothes, a long sleeved shirt, loose fitting jeans, no shoes, in a nutshell she was dressed rather messily. Her hazel colored eyes darted back and forth over the monitor in front of her. Her hair was light brown but dyed red at the tips and shoulder length. All in all she looked like a normal girl. Yet she was one of the most wanted cyber criminals on the face of the planet. Infamous for hacking bank numbers, federal lists, and military secrets, she's been on the run for sometime now. She was careful this time around though. When she fled from England she covered her tracks well and went straight into hiding when she arrived at New York. She was safe... At least she thought she was. Her name is Elizabeth Slivers.

Meanwhile outside the same apartment. Down the street a single black unidentifiable sedan pulled to a stop. The engine shut down and a young man opened the door and slowly stepped out. He wore a navy blue suit with matching dress pants, a black tie, and an expensive pair of dress shoes. He too looked to be in his twenties. His hair was jet black and should length and his eyes were a light blue. Once out of the vehicle he reached into his pocket and produced a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag.

"This is Mathews. I've arrived."

He muttered seemingly to himself and he exhaled a puff of gray smoke. He then adjusted the small ear bud he was using to communicate with the rest of his team. On the other side of the block and black van, similar to the car he drove was stationed. Inside was a small group of men, each one busily working on the machines and computers that lined the inside of the van. One of the men wearing a head set spoke.

"Roger that agent Mathews. Proceed with caution. We've managed to hide you from her but you'll be going in blind too."

Mathews had already began walking towards the building.

"Roger."

His name is Curtis Mathews. He is a special agent within Interpol. Interpol stands for international police. They deal with matters regarding international security. As it stands they've been tracking Elizabeth Slivers for sometime now. They got close in England but she barely managed to slip away. This time they were being more cautious. Curtis walked inside the complex easily enough, security was informed of what was going on and had been working with Interpol. He quietly proceeded up stairs and before long he stood outside her door. He slowly drew his gun and reached for the doorknob. Locked. Of course. Without so much as a warning he stepped back and kicked the door in.

"FREEZE!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs. Elizabeth quickly spun around.

"Elizabeth Slivers! You're under arrest! Put your hands behind your head and there will be no trouble!"

He now stepped inside. Elizabeth's mind raced.

'Crap! How'd they get so close?! Gotta get away!'

She glanced around. It was just then she notice that one of the many power cords scattered about the floor was within his path. She waited and listened to what he said. She began to kneel down.

'Just a little more... Gotcha!'

Just as his foot stepped on the cord she quickly grabbed the cord and pulled as hard as she could. Luckily the cord noosed around his ankle, he was caught off guard and tripped face first. She saw her chance. She stood quickly and grabbed a nearby keyboard and rush Curtis. He sat up just in time to see the keyboard being swung at his face. He managed to get a hand up for some defense but she used the opening to grab for his gun. He tried to pull away from her but she didn't let up. Soon enough the two of them were struggling for the control of the weapon. Just as she thought she had a chance she was surprised with a strong knee to her gut. Her eyes widened as he followed up by sweeping her feet and tossing her over his shoulder to the ground. She gasped to catch her breath, she knew she was in trouble now. She's had no training, doesn't really know how to fight what so ever. She normally did all of her fighting from afar. Just as she opened her eyes she was greeted with the barrel of the gun pointed down on her. She sighed before giving up. He cuffed her and contacted his team.

"Mission complete. I have her in custody. Pull on around so we can load her up."

She knew what was coming next. Soon she would be in a small cell for the rest of her life. She almost felt like crying until Curtis spoke.

"You sure gave us a lot of trouble you know that?"

He started to escort her out of her room and the complex.

"If you had just given up sooner you'd know that the real reason we've been trying to catch you was so we could use your services."

She had a perplexed look on her face and asked.

"Wait... What do you mean you need my services?"

They were now outside and the van was waiting for them. The doors slid open and she was helped inside.

"Don't worry. Everything will be explained shortly."

With that the door slid shut and the van drove off into the night.