"Me? What do you mean me?" Cruz asked, struggling to get out of her captor's grip.
"You were there, at the party. And you arrested my target!" Jones was overpowered when she twisted her arms to twist his in a way he could not fathom.
"What do you mean- Oh. What do you mean target?"
"Nevermind that, what the hell? I lost a job, thanks to you."
"So you're a Hitman?"
"And part of the Mafia, but that is completly irrelevant. So what agency do you belong to, babe?" Jones now had her a chokehold. Cruz desperatly tried to claw at his arms, but to no avail. "Oh yeah, you need to breathe to tell me, don't you. I guess I'll never know- OW!" Cruz bit him with all her might, until the metalic taste of blood gushed into her mouth. He let go, and pulled out his gun, ready to shoot. But she was gone, and the door slammed shut. Jones let go three rounds into the door. He checked outside, to see a trail of blood make its way across the floor. He ran around the corner, to see an elevator closing, Jones took the stairs down and waited for the incoming elevator. A lovely young couple came out, but no one else.
"What?" he whispered to himself. He glanced at the window, and in that short time, he saw a female's silhouette fall from seemingly the roof.
"Dammit. She's sneaky, and I don't like it. Let the games begin."
Cruz hopped on a motorcycle, wishing she had some other mode of transportation, due to the sad fact of the bullet wound in her calf. The adrenaline pumping through her was enough to get her out of the third story window and race to her bike, but fight or flight mode was wearing off, and she was afraid she'd have to make a detour to the hospital before she got to headquarters. No, she thought, Not enough time, and a bit too risky. Suddenely another motorcycle and two white vans were on either side of her. The motorcyclist lifted his helmet to reveal none other than Alfred. If that was his real name.
"Heya doll, where ya been?" He said. Just the adrenaline she needed. She put on full throttle and started weaving through traffic, leaving the vans behind, but having Alfred on her trail. She led him to a police station, and as soon as he realized what she was trying to do, he scoffed.
"Ha! You think I'm scared of the police? I've killed so many of them that they fear me. I-" and she was not there.
As Cruz enetered headquarters, Mathias, the head of forensics greeted her."Hello, sir." His happy tone was soon gone as his boss fell to the floor, a pool of blood starting to surround her. The last thing she heard was Mathias yelling for the infirmary staff. Then all went dark.
Train. It was all she could do. The only thing that would make her father happy. She was only five, and taking out seniors in her karate class. Her little brother had been born recently, and what little attention her father gave her was shredded. She seemed like the only heir to her Father and Mother's agency, but was easily replaced by a newborn. Her mother, however, was the one that encouraged her to keep training, to keep believing, and to push herself before her limits failed her.
"Mommy, why does daddy hate me?"
"Silly child, he doesn't hate you. He just has this complex disease that encourages him to think boys are better than girls."
"Maria?" Cruz found herself slowly slipping out of consciousness. "Maria, wake up." She groaned, and slowly sat up. She came face to face with her sixteen year old brother. Mainly trained for espionage missions and a tech savvy, He was Second In Command to the CMA, an originally vigilante group that blossmed when the government recognized its genius and funded it. Technically, he was in charge of her.
"You okay, sis?" He asked. Cruz rolled around her calf and winced in pain.
"Yah, I'll be fine, Mark. It was just a graze. I've had worse. I'm fine, really." Mark looked at her with suspicion, but nodded, knowing she really has been through worse. He sighed, ready to regret what he was to tell her next.
"Dad wants to know if your okay." She looked at him with mistrust in her eyes. "So those weren't his exact words."
"Then what were they?"
"He wants the report soon."
Cruz got up out of bed, refusing to take the crutches, and limped away from the infirmary room. "Two-"
"I know, two words, one finger." Mark smiled at his sister, a little happy that if anything, she confided in him the most.
Cruz walked away to another corridor. Time to pay a visit to the team...