Well, Well, Well... I KNOW I'M EVIL... so sue me, I love this story and I love the way I wrote the first chapter... expect more.

The world beyond our mental walls is really much different than the world in our minds… where a smile is an apology and a tear is the sign of ultimate sadness…

The world that lays beyond that wall… it is full of treachery, full of utter hate and deceit… it is terrifying.

Which is why… when someone like this paper documentation describes comes along… we can only sit back and watch as this man tries to save us again and again, taking the bullet, the knife or the harsh words…

So, as of star date 0019, October 16th, I began tracking the movements of Vash the Stampede… a man who was only second priority to me. And the 'Angel Wings Project'.

_Begin Transmission, Input Data._

Star Date; October 15th, I enter the town of December.

I walked through the streets, an ominous expression that I always seemed to have still placed over my pale face. It was quite obvious that the people believed I must have been an outlaw, or assassin of some kind, like a bounty hunter.

And it was obvious that I was a part of the 'Pieces of Earth' crew.

I wore a small dress that barely fell to cover my hindquarters, the black jacket that I had custom made to not only endure freezing nights, but blistering days as well. The sleeves that started around my arms and fell over even my slender finger tips seemed to only make the depressing scenario a little bleaker.
And for the males, who wished only to violate the beauty in whatever way they could find possible, the large silver custom Colt Peacekeeper that was in the holster at her waist was probably a bit of a problem.

The poisonous smile that lay over her lips was only proof that she was a cobra poised to strike.

But other than the fact that she could have probably killed any one of the localized /scum/ who dared touch her… Oh. Excuse me… I lost track.

I looked around the barren wasteland, my dull blacked hues showing the faintest tinge of pity.

Around the edges of the streets, bodies lay, a sickening array of women, children and men alike, all with holes making their bodies like Swiss cheese.

I let out a sickened sigh that shook my small frame, an immense amount of anger showing on my slight face… I guess to anyone normal, I would seem perplexed... But really, I was planning the first course of action… any advanced office would have done so!

And that exact moment… is when a black haired, crimson clothed hooligan rushed past me, nearly tripping me in the process. I could barely understand illegible shouts of "Better get out of the way, Miss!" before the man's voice was drowned out by the obnoxious rumble of what I had thought to be storm clouds… until I remembered, 'Oh yes, this barren desert planet does not receives snow…'

I then promptly turned, my eyes widening to the point of being one of those odd Japanese comic book characters' size.

What awaited me when I simply turned to investigate was a large hoard of bandits, who hoisted guns high over their heads and simply glared forward, not seeming to understand that they were flailing their guns, and about 10 seconds from trampling me, of all people!

My hand flew to my holster and I ripped my gun from its bindings, and the silvery metal began to refract light in all different directions as I drew the item up, aiming it at who I considered to be the leader.

"Halt! As Operative 01, Angel'skie, I demand you lower your weapons and discontinue pursuit of… the man in the red." I stated firmly, walking to the middle of the oncoming hoard and flicked out the gun so that it was aimed directly between the eyes of a man who wore a sickening shade of the most putrid green I had ever imagined… the mere sight made me gag.

And then, as I saw several large guns fall upon me and several itchy trigger fingers brush along the metal tip, I truly felt that thing… that emotion… that humans always think is a show of weakness, I felt it, I was actually fearful! Me!

I heard as the first few shots rang out and I truly hated that blasphemous noise that these humans… No. These /Animals/ had created.

I felt my bullets begin just as crimson flashed in front of my eyes, and a barely-there showing of blond hair fell into my periphery.

"H-Hey! Don't fire at a lady!" a scream, I suppose it could be considered that, rang through the air and a man landed just a few feet to my side, his hand falling over my lightly trembling one, and his arm going around my shoulder in a show of protection.

A group sigh rang out across the group, "Why do we have to listen to an imposter anyway?" a gruff voice stung my sensitive ears even from the distance and with the fact that my right side was engulfed in the side of the man in the crimson coat.

"You very much know that you are not the legendary gunman, Vash the Stampede!" the rough voice barked yet again, probably having absolutely no regards to my personal pain at his atrocious voice.

A low chuckle came from the man who held me to him, and a smile spread over his lips, "Ah… I never said I was him! And I never said I wasn't… so what gave you that idea?" he tilted his head some, arching an eyebrow in utter confusion.

"Let me put some odd things inta effect for ya; You walk into effect, sporting a giant silver gun, a red coat and a spiky head of hair… and you think we won't take you as an imposter for our boss?" the puke colored man let out an idiotic chuckle, patting his belly in amusement.

I had simply been standing there as they spoke, but finally, I held back my disgust for the pack of criminals in front of me and managed to let out a few words.
"Bring out your boss please… I have an offer."
I was using an excuse to get the man in charge, who was rumored to be the legendary 'Vash the Stampede', to come out for long enough to not only end his life… but hopefully end this gangs crime spree for good.

That man who had been… protecting me, I suppose, gasped and shook his head, "I-I… Uhh… No!" he sputtered, making me glance over my shoulder, into the bright blue eyes of the man behind me.

I simply glared at him for the smallest of periods before turning back to the grouping of dimwits and flick her gun up, "I repeat, I am on business. I need to meet with the so called boss here… to find out if he is one called 'Vash the Stampede'." My cold voice could have scared anyone, as would how utterly lifeless my eyes had become after such a short time.

The man with the putrid clothing stared at her, a low growl emanating from him and causing the entire place to stink of rotten eggs and disgusting rot.

My eyes flicked to him for the shortest of times and she smiled.
"I said I want your boss… Now."
My tone was harsh, cold and precise as I issued the command.

"Simply tell him it is 01. And this is his reckoning day…"

_End transmission. Data input has reached the limit._

"Oh, how sad…" I giggled quietly, falling back on the bed after hitting the send button with a sigh. I would take a break while the simmering of cooking food continued to fill the air.