A/N: here is the first chapter, it was an experiment in how I wrote it. I had fun with and hopefully you will to reading it. now there are introductions to who is who.
Thump, two dark tennis shoes hit the concrete of a busy street in the middle of Washington D.C.
Thump, thump, thump, thump four more pairs of shoes followed quickly behind. The dark shoes – worn by a young woman – hopped over railings, dodged the many people that crowded the streets, as if it was a choreographed dance, and dived under furniture that was being carried out of a building. The eight tennis shoes behind her – worn by four men – chased the woman down, and followed her every move.
The woman reached a flight of stairs not stopping, she jumped against a wall that stood next to the stairs and pushed herself to the landing of the stairs. Continuing faster than before, the woman flipped down a ledge to the sidewalk below, and ran down to a park. The four men followed behind, not once missing a step.
The woman jumped a wall and rolled to cushion her landing. She came straight out of the roll into a dead run; jumping over gaps, off walls, and through a large tire that was hanging up. The four men behind the woman started to slow down. She reached the exit of the park and became lost in the crowd. The shortest of the group stopped and raised his fist telling the others to stop, he took a look around then pointed to each of the others and pointing them off in different directions, the others nodded and followed their leader's orders. The short one watched them disappear into the crowed before going off in another direction.
The woman, a couple blocks ahead, ran into an abandon apartment building that rose, six stories from the ground. The leader, who had caught up to her quickly, spotted her going into the building and followed her; he raised his wrist to his mouth and reported his location into the mike on his wrist. The woman made it to the roof, quickly followed by the leader.
"Stop, we have you now, there is nowhere else you can go!" the man yelled. The woman looked at him and smirked, she turned and ran toward the edge of the building, the man growled as she dived over the edge. The man quickly ran to the edge just in time to see the woman catch the edge of the fire escape of the next building and haul herself up on to it and entered the building through the window. The man cursed and brought his wrist back up to his mouth and barked orders into the microphone placed inside the watch.
Down on the street one of the remaining three men continued to chase the woman down the street. The woman looked behind her believing she had lost them and saw the other man, she stuck her tongue out at him and promptly sped up. Soon, another man joined, chasing her. The woman crossed the street, rolling and sliding over car hoods that were sitting at a red light, startling the drivers out of their daze. The light turned green just as she got to the other side, stopping the men from reaching her. She turned and smiled at them and waved mockingly, the light quickly changed letting the four men cross, the woman let a small 'uh oh' slip and started to run again; running down the street she turned right and headed to the Mall.
The woman reached a set of stairs with three flights; not stopping she performed an aerial cartwheel down each flight. Running farther down the street coming to a subway entrance, the woman leaped over the first railing, her hands gripping the second one and she propelled her legs through her arms. The men behind her all did various tricks over the subway entrance. The woman ran heading towards a six foot wall she catapulted herself up into the air, twisting her body over the wall, and landing on the ground, not stopping, she continued to run. The men reached it, the first one stopped and cupped his hands for the others to use. The second man behind him put his foot in the first's hands and was catapulted over the wall. The others followed the second man's lead, using the first man to fly over the wall. The last man to go, landed on top of the wall and held his hand down for the first man to grab. The last pulled up the first and they jumped off the wall and took off after the woman.
The woman reached a bridge and half way over she looked behind her and saw the four men catching up pretty quickly. The woman looked down at the road below and smiled as she spotted her ticket out of there. She looked at the men and waved bye, she ran and flipped over the other side of the ridge, the men rushed to the side and saw her waving to them standing on top of a bus. The men groan and sigh.
"Damn, she beat us again." one of the men said. The leader sighed and pulled out his cell and pressed a button, he put it up to his ear waiting for the other person to pick up.
"Do you give up?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes, we give up." the man grumbled as he walked down the street.
"Great, now that will be a hundred each." The woman said.
"Yeah, yeah, we'll get you next time; I got some more buddies that want to join in on the fun." He said.
"Great, see you next time. "The woman said and hung up. The man shook his head, and motioned for the others to follow and took off.
On top of the bus, the woman smirked as she let down her long curly dark brown hair that would have fallen past her waist if the wind wasn't blowing it all around. The woman was sitting cross-legged on top of the bus, smiling like she won the lottery, and her green hazel eyes sparkled in delight. "That was an easy four hundred bucks. Hmm, I wonder where this goes." The woman asked and looked over the side of the bus, and saw it said Pentagon. She was about to say something but didn't because her cell rang again. "Yellow" the woman greeted.
"Is that anyway to speak to your commanding officer" A male voice barked.
"No sir, I apologies if it offended you sir." The woman switched to formality. The man laughed on the other line.
"No harm, no foul Lt. Cross, now I am calling to ask you to come in to my office, details will be discussed there." He said.
"Already there, Sir." She said looking into a window that showed an older gentleman in a uniform on his cell phone.
"What do you mean, 'already there'?" he asked.
"Look out your window." she said. The man in the window turned and saw the woman waving to him he sighed and told her to come in. the woman smiled and flipped off the bus, startling the exiting passengers, she entered the building heading towards security. The woman stopped for a second, took a look down at her tan cargo pants, white racer-back and leather fingerless gloves. "I hope I don't get any trouble for my outfit." She said, she got to security and recognized one of the guards on duty. "Hey, Rivers." She greeted him, "would you mind letting me through, the Big Guy called me in. I was in the area and didn't want to waste the time to get back to my apartment and get my badge."
"It's fine, we have a new system set up, Just put your handprint here." The guard said. Cross took off her glove and put her hand there; the machine beeped, and her profile came up. "It shows us who you are, rank, and what you have access to. You will still have to have your badge at all times but it is just another precaution."
"Nifty." She smiled putting her glove back on and went on through. She walked down a hall, and to an elevator, once inside she pressed the fourth floor and the doors closed. The doors opened again and Lieutenant Cross exited the elevator and headed down the long hallway. She reached the door and knocked on it three times.
"Come in." The voice of General Mark Warren came through the door. She entered the room, stood at attention. "At ease, Lieutenant." She relaxed and looked around the large office. She saw a group of people that looked strangely familiar. "This is the one I was telling you about, First Lieutenant Victoria Cross, knows almost every language in Afro-Eurasia, and if she doesn't know she has connections to anyone." General Warren boasted. Victoria Blushed and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Well, what can I say, sir, I love to travel." Victoria said.
"Victoria, you can drop the formalities."." Mark said and his demeanor changed from ridged to a more relaxed posture. "Now, this is Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Carlos Olivera, Sheva Alomar, and Leon Kennedy."