Author's note:

Ok ok ok! I know it's been like two months but I've been working on this! I'm getting there… I had to change the beginning of the chapter 3 times before I decided the direction I wanted the story to take. But FINALLY! I've been able to settle on something. Btw this is like the prologue to the actual story which will begin after this I'm done with this. You'll understand later why this is so important. Peace! :3

Ch. 2 Benevolence

Alexia's eyes were fixed to the man's throat. She pressed a cold, jagged metal against the bare skin of his exposed neck. She had caught this security guard, her eyes flashed to the dog tag around his neck, Thomas, off guard. Thomas was such an ordinary name. Why someone would name someone something so boring? It was like sealing their fate to be just what the world expected from them, just another nobody. She felt a slight twinge of pity, how ironic it must seem to him that he would meet such an end. She frowned slightly through the black fabric which well concealed her face. I bet he has a family, probably a wife and children. I bet he wasn't expecting this kind of event to happen to him, I bet he didn't even count on running into someone like me. Her brow furrowed, she never felt right when she was in these kinds of situations but it's not like she never felt it was wrong. It was all necessary: All for the mission.

She tilted her head, erasing all previous doubts about herself and her motives towards this man and focused on what her training had taught her. She remember what the previous 1 of 3, her master, who was basically a bad ass associated with a terrorist group called 'G.F.S', taught her before she died. A code followed by all previous members of 3. A code that taught you how to exercise control to maintained a calm when carrying out missions. Don't get me wrong, this isn't some Ninja code that is supposed to bring peace or whatever. Our handbook is for the deep sadistic side that just wants to bring destruction and chaos to the world. A code that shows no mercy, no benevolence: just the cold eyes of a killer in complete control. They were a sort of elite Mercenary group, but it was complex. Her hand shifted on the security guards neck. Even she, a member of 3 for 3 years, had a hard time comprehending some of the things written in this code. Some of the stuff just didn't make sense. Her eyes traced down to the man again, she had completely lost herself in thought for a minute. It was time to stop procrastinating.

The man had clearly been uncomfortable and hopeful since she hadn't slit his throat yet. Alexia's hand remained close the man's neck as she straddled him forcing him to stay down as she opened a small control panel on the arm holding the knife. She hit a button allowing the exhale of her breath to be heard in raspy echoes through out the storage closet. "Where… Vice President… Genesis."

His eyes widened, but glanced down to his red card key, "Will you let me live?"

Alexia cut the chain around his neck, and grabbed his card key; she flourished her knife into her back pocket. She took a silencer class 2 and pressed it to his chest. "Maybe."

He gulped, "Level D, Luxury sleeping quarters."

Alexia pushed off of him with her gun still pointed towards him. She turned around and head towards the door. She had disarmed this man, he posed no threat.

"Y-You think you can just leave!" The small security guard called pulling out his com device, threatening her. "Not… after what you've done, I won't let you hurt anyone!"

Alexia's eyes stayed calm through the fabric as she looked at him with disappointment.

Mistake.

Her arms flashed up to her side shooting the communications device with the silencer02. Fear shot through the security guards face.

Alexia smiled. "I lied." Two fine blazing red bullets came from the gun and punctured his knee caps. She exited the through the sliding door as screams hollowed escaped throughout the hallway until the sound proof doors closed shut.

BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP

Dr. Casie fired: two bullets barley made it past her without causing harm. She rounded the corner and pressed her back against the cold flat metal. Her feet ached from running in high heels and as much as she would have liked to discard them it was part of safety protocol to have some protection on your feet during an emergency. Who knows what kind of spills have already happened in the Chemicals lab? More fire hit the end of the hallway exploding with red light as they died into the metal. She grit her teeth, these activists had been pursing her since she got onto level D. Whatever evidence they were trying to find they wouldn't be able to access it without her security passage, so that means they haven't successfully been able to locate Operation Zero- yet. More fire whisked by her as she turned and fired a few shots to keep them at bay.

It was safe to assume that these were not normal activists. No one had access to level 5 and above arms unless they acquired them illegally or from the government, and from what she could tell, it was most likely they had involvement with the terrorist group G.F.S. A few of their pig headed mercenaries have been found dead or nosing around. For the sake of Operation Zero, she closed her eyes, I pray that none of the 3 show up.

Dr. Casie was about to turn around and fire when she realized that the firing had ceased. Her eyes widened, "shit!"

She peeked around the corner to catch a glance at the situation. To her astonishment, there was no movement. No… there was, but all of the previous threats had been annihilated by whoever, or whatever, was kneeling by one of the dead corpses.

She briskly turned the corner with her gun trained on the target, "Turn around." She barked. "Keep your hands where I can see them."

The man did so, slowly shifting the weight of his right leg as he pushed off of it to stand. She walked up to him, "don't do anything funny." She briskly threw the gun at his waist across the room. Her eyes wondered up to his face, it was hard to make him out in this light. Her eyes remained trained on his figure, he looked familiar but she couldn't place him.

"…Leon?" she whispered and her eyes widened slightly in astonishment at herself.

"Amber?" he questioned turning his body ever so slightly to see behind him. He grinned with his blond hair ruffled slightly.

Dr. Casie quickly shifted the gun in front of her, her brow furrowed. She quickly turned him around at gun point.

His eyes lit up, "It's is you." he quickly put his hands down and let a worried sigh, "I thought I had been captured, don't scare me like that!"

Casie relaxed, she lowered her weapon and clenched her jaw, "…Vice President you need to be more careful. Right now you're a prime target." Her eyes narrowed annoyed.

He tilted his head and grinned wider, "Am I? I thought this facility was supposed to have top-notch security." He shrugged questionably.

She sighed, "It is, that's what's worrying me."

"Is it?"

"…yeah," she trailed off. Her eyes met his, "Vice president…"

"What…"

Casie grabbed his shirt and threw him the floor behind the bunker. She quickly scooted next to him and pressed a finger to her pink lips. He looked at her utterly confused. He couldn't decide if she was trying to make an advance at him or, if she meant something else. She gave him a hard stare and mouthed the word, Danger. He opened his mouth but she gave him another hard look with her cold blue eyes. Three sets of feet could be heard off in the distance, stepping lightly, stalking.

Casie reloaded her gun and quickly and gave him one of the enemy's guns that were discarded after the beholder dropped dead. She sucked in a breath of air; they couldn't stay here for long. No doubt the enemy was already aware of they're location, and if not, then they better be damn lucky to make it to Operation Zero without being spotted. Her hand clenched Leon's arm jacket. She glanced her blue eyes at him, his attention full on her. She nibbled on her bottom lip, he was distracting her.

Alexia grumbled as she unscrewed the vent. She had been on her stomach for a good half an hour and it was really becoming irritated. She was a little worried that she would have irregular bowl movements because of this. She did have a slight problem, but laxatives help like a charm. The vent lid came off, but it wasn't very helpful. The vent was near the top of the ceiling and, she sighed, she was going to have to go head first. She wiggled to the entry; she imagined she even looked like a worm since she was dressed in all black. This outfit was really uncomfortable. Her head and arms were out, but it wasn't much good, she was still hanging halfway out of the vent. Alexia put her hands at the side of the vent and pulled herself out. She looked down and her eyes widened maybe that wasn't such a good idea either. She landed flat on her ass. She stood up, awww man. That was going to leave a really bad bruise. She rubbed her tail bone, if only this outfit had cushioning. Maybe she could suggest that once she got back to headquarters; though she doubted that any of the 3 would appreciate her sarcasm.

"Did you hear what happened to Hawkins on level C? They said he lost part of his hand in a fight against a G.F.S Merc.! Hawkins! Can you believe it?"

"You talk too much."

"But really I mean, it was like…."

Alexia pressed her back against the wall as security continued on patrol. The amount of luck she had never seemed to amaze her. She held her breath as they walked the opposite direction. She sighed, that was close. She blinked. Not that I couldn't take care of them, but secrecy is bliss. Alexia took blue print map of level D; intelligence had done its job well, as always. Her mission was to steal the information on what was known as "Operation Zero." Creative name, she glanced around, if you wanted something to sound obvious. She continued down the hall, her feet padding silently against the metal floors. This place was like a maze, everything looked the same and every level had different colors. The term labyrinth doesn't quite apply, but this place was still confusing like hell. It was like walking into High School all over again; without crawling around in the vent ducts of course. Alexia rounded another corner, again. She had been doing this for to long, avoiding people. Her hands itched for some action.

After a while of stalking around and avoiding guards, she had finally come to what was known as the vault. G.F.S had known about the human testing done at this facility for a while, they even had proof, but dirt on this place wasn't what they were interested in. It was the experiment. If they could get their hands on the next super solider formula then they would be the most powerful terrorist group on the planet. Alexia took out a circular tool and placed it on the door, this wasn't a normal door. Anyone could see that. She wouldn't be able to by-pass security for this. Her hands tightened and her eyes narrowed. She sat on the floor and crossed her legs, maybe she could blow the door open.

AN:

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