All was quiet at the Maverick Hunter HQ Hall of Records. It was late, 3 A.M to be exact. All of the scientists had long gone to bed, along with the head librarian. The Hall of Records was a large building that was about six miles from the Maverick Hunter HQ. It was a large white building, two large ornate pillars guarding the entrance. It was designed to resemble the Great Library, a beautiful building created far in the past in the land known as Egypt.

The Great Library was an ancient building that held a copy of every single book and document ever created. The Maverick Hunters version kept to that script, only adding in every transmission ever created as well.

The Maverick Hunters had to keep close tabs on everyone and everything, all in the effort of finding mavericks and stopping them before the attack. The Hall of Records was split into different sections. Section 1: Books and Tales

Section 2: Papers and Reports

Section 3: Electronic Transmissions

Section 4: Data Disks

Section 5: Letters and Notes

When I tell you that all was quiet at the Hall of Records, I mean that all was quiet everywhere BESIDES Section 4. Unfortunately, Section 4 had a very unwelcome guest.

A female reploid, clad in dark purple armor, was standing inside Section 4. All around her where large shelves, and upon these shelves where countless cases, filled with disks, the disks where strange, they glowed a dim blue in the darkness of the hall.

"…Now….Data Disk 650….let's see…." Said the reploid to herself.

Walking up the aisle the reploid counted the disks she passed, marked with a small set of numbers.

"645..646…647….648…649….650!" she said, reached her destination. Carefully the reploid reached out and gripped the disk, ever so gently pulling the disk, case and all, out of its section and placing it into a bag at her side.

"Alright. Mission accomplished. I really am getting paid too much for this."

She could remember the money her employer had promised, and it was shocking.

-FLASHBACK-

"These instructions are quite vital for you Miss Ferina, and I would like it if you would PAY ATTENTION!" yelled a man hidden in the darkness.

The female reploid clad in purple, known as Ferina jumped to attention. The reploid had long black hair that fell below her shoulders; light green eyes, and wore black lipstick, her armor and helmet where a deep purple color, her suit underneath a charcoal black. "I understand, you want me to steal a data disk from the Maverick Hunters. If I may ask, why do you need the disk?"

"The disk contains the blueprints to the Maverick Hunter HQ. With them I will know every inch of the base, and tracking down its members will be much easier. I trust you know that until the disk is in my hands you will receive no part of our agreed payment."

Ferina smiled. "I understand sir. I assure you, I will have the disk in my possession before the sun rises."

"Good, I'll hold you to that Ferina. I expect great things from you my dear. Do not fail me, for you know the consequences."

-END FLASHBACK-

Ferina swallowed hard at that. The consequences where quite clear, only one thing awaited those who failed to complete a mission assigned to them by the man, death, a long and painful death.

Smiling with pride, Ferina took the disk and began to make her way out of the building. But as she had taken the disk from its holder, she hadn't noticed the small trigger that had been released. Just seconds after Ferina left the aisle the room was lit in an ominous red glow.

Large emergency lights began to blink. A voice, the security system, came over the intercom.

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! ALL MAVERICK HUNTERS REQUIRED AT SECTION 4!"

"Dammit!" Ferina cursed as she dashed through the large double doors, and out into the dark night.

Maverick Hunter HQ suddenly burst into a volley of activity, they had received the emergency alert, and where on their way. If the hunters caught up to Ferina, it would be worse than death.

Cursing once again, Ferina jumped onto her FLYTE-520 and turned the ignition. As she gained speed, trying to make a fast getaway, she moved into the nighttime traffic, en route to Highway 66, her only escape.

Ferina grabbed a small communicator from her waist. "Admiral, this is Ferina. I've got the disk, but I tripped an alarm in my escape. The hunters are after me, I need you to come and pick me up."

There was a short silence before a man took hold of the network. "Roger that miss, just come to Highway 66, we'll pick you up there."

"Thanks, and be ready to fight, I can already here the HUVER copters revving up."

And so began the late night chase.