A/N - Ok, so this is my first chapter of my first ever story published on this site. So, please take a looksie and review. Thanks !
She tumbled out of bed, opening her startling blue eyes to a clock that glared through the darkness of the dawn. It showed 3 numbers. 2:35. Groaning, she flipped the duvet from her legs, and ran to the kitchen, waiting for the harsh stinging of the early morning cold to begin upon her pale skin.
As she moved through the room, her shoulder brushed the birthday card she had pinned to the fridge. It was from her Uncle, James Lester. The card was a garish pink, with the numbers 24 in italics across the front.
Katherine smiled at the message that was written inside, and then ran to the source of her untimely awakening. Her phone flashed as its almost rude ringing reverberated across the house. Grabbing it, Katherine read the caller ID.
'Lester'.
Her Uncle was calling his niece at gone 2 in the morning. She rolled her eyes as she picked up the phone to accept the call.
"Hello?" She allowed for her voice to seem weak, giving the illusion of being particularly tired.
"Kat?" Her Uncle's voice was loud in her ear, and Katherine winced in the stillness of the morning.
"Good morning Uncle." Katherine laughed down the phone. Though she was 24, she'd never stopped calling Lester 'Uncle'. As he was her only family, this affectionate naming was her only way of making that link clear.
"Kat. I know it's early and all that, but we need you. Well we need another person who can handle a gun properly." He sounded out of breath, and panic seemed to be rising in his voice.
"What's happened now?" Katherine began to look worried and started to pull clothes on, phone still wedged by her shoulder against her ear. Her Uncle's line of work, well, wasn't all that safe. She knew when he panicked, he really needed her.
"Well, lets just say we have one mega issue that needs sorting." Lester laughed nervously and then coughed urgently. "Get here ASAP!"
The line went dead.
Kat pulled on her leather boots, and, swinging a bag onto her shoulder, jumped into her car. She sped towards the building she did her best to avoid, for fear of getting into situations which she would never again get out of. Recently though, she'd felt a pull to the place.
The gravel under her tires made a scratching noise. One swift parking maneuver later, and Katherine was ready to face whatever issue was happening within the walls of her Uncle's place of work.
She'd arrived at The ARC.