Desperado by Rhianna

Four made her way to her quarters, her anger slowly dissipating into her usual cold attitude.

Being raised in the agency, she lived nowhere else. There wasn't really a point as to what she and the people who she works for, the people who took her in, saw. As far as she was concerned this place was as much a home as it was a prison. No one dared to try and defy the agency. Not even her, she wasn't stupid.

Closing her door, she made her way to her shower. Hoping that would ease her mind and get her back to her usual self.

Though, when she was finished, she laid on her bed just staring up at the ceiling. Contemplating. Images still roamed her mind until she could no longer take it.

Frustration came over her as she jolted upright, slamming her fist down on the mattress.

"That is it!" Four thought to herself.

In haste, she gathered what she needed, especially her cash and her gun, put her hoodie on, grabbed her music player and earphones, and sped to the door with determination.

With her hand on the door she hesitated.

"Wait. Calm down, and breath." She said once again in her mind. Her heart was beating loudly from the adrenaline rush she was having.

She took steady breaths, closing her eyes, as she counted.

"One, two, three."

She opened the door slowly, casually striding out of her room with her headphones in her ears.

Maybe she was a little stupid.

As she closed her door, she had a glimpse of her surroundings. Even though there were other agents and security about, she remained calm, walking down the hallway with hands in her pockets. No one would suspect a thing. As long as she timed herself carefully, things should go smoothly.

It wasn't like it was seen as unnatural for her to be walking around at this hour. However, they pick up on people's routines. There are security cameras all over and she was sure someone has been keeping an eye on her movements. Whoever it has been, they know what time she leaves and what time she goes back to her room. They even know the route she takes and the places she goes. Four had some time, but her mind raced as she tried to think of what she would do after she reached the "point of no return".

With her usual cool mask on, she slipped passed it.

Her heart started to hammer, but she kept calm on the outside. In control of her movements.

This was it.

Her chance at a fresh start.

No more lies.

No more innocent lives taken.

"I swear, get me outta this place and I'll change." Four thought to herself as she jumped into the shadows, yanking her earphones out and pulling up her hoodie.

--

Luciel's eyes popped open at what he was witnessing.

"Oh my god! What is she doing?!" He said out loud to himself, leaning closer into his monitor.

Being the agency hacker, he also had the pleasure of watching the security vids of the agency from time to time.

--

Four leaned out and spotted one of the security guards impeding her continued escape.

She held her breath and let it out slowly, eyes focusing, and steps ever so light.

She was not even half way to the guard when an alarm went off in the distance.

Quickly stepping back into her hiding place she watched in confusion.

--

"Phew!" Luciel eased back into his chair. "That was close."

Making himself more comfortable he leaned closer again, watching the monitors intently.

"Okay, go … Now." He spoke quietly, as if she was able to hear him.

To his surprise, as soon as the words left his mouth, she moved again.

--

Four had honestly not known what just happened and frankly she didn't care. The guard was gone and she was on the move again.

No one would get in her way. She'd see to it that they wouldn't.

--

"Hmm. Alright let's try this then."

He cracked his knuckles and took a swig of his Dr. Pepper, he began attempting to hack the security feed. Hopefully anyone else who would be watching this would only see empty hall ways.

--

"What's going on?" Four thought to herself. She was completely baffled. "It seriously can't be this easy." She whispered.

She was expecting to have been spotted on the CCTV or at least have knocked out a few of the security guards by now.

Shaking her head, she refocused and looked straight ahead.

The exit.

"Finally."

--

Luciel was on the edge of his seat. He dared not set off anymore alarms, or else the rest would definitely suspect something was going on.

There was only one, armed security guard at the doors leading to her freedom.

"Alright, agent 404. This one's yours." He spoke as he reached for some of his Honey Butter Chips.

--

Four smiled.

Flexing her hands, light with her steps, she approached the guard from behind. In one quick, clean, blow she had knocked him out. With a quick look around she hastily dragged the body to the shadows.

--

Luciel whopped as he saw her knock out the guard with ease. Checking over the camera feed again, he settled back down. There was absolutely nothing now between her and the exit.

--

Sparing no time, she strode up to the doors and opened them. She smiled, to herself with excitement. She was out.

She was actually out!

Four kept her pace, walking calmly as she left the building behind.

--

"There you go." Luciel spoke softly, with a small smile on his face.

--

Four knew she wasn't completely in the clear yet. Sooner or later – no it would be soon – they would know she was gone. She gave it a few hours at most.

As the distance between her and the agency grew farther, she quickened her pace. She walked until she came across a shop that was still open. The first thing on her list was to purchase a new phone. She had left her old on behind, knowing there would be a tracer in it.

After she had left the shop she made her way to the nearest bus stop. There she waited until one arrived and got on. Four had honestly no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get out of this city. Out of the country. Somewhere, where they couldn't find her. She knew what the consequences would be if they ever did.

Getting off the bus at the next stop, transfer in hand, she pulled out her phone to check what time the next bus would be.

"Damn." She spoke. "Not for a while."

She walked into the stall and waited. Leaning back, she started to inspect her new phone. Checking it over. She noticed an app store. Clicking on it, she shrugged.

"I need to pass time somehow." Four thought to herself.

Finding an interesting one she opened it up and downloaded it.

Suddenly her screen went haywire.

She jolted up. "What the? Don't tell me its been hacked" She said it a tired voice.

As quickly as the green coding appeared on her screen, it stopped. A notification popped up saying, "Unknown has entered the chatroom."

"What …?" Four was clueless as to what was happening.

Unknown: "… Hello …?"

Four hesitated. With a questioning look on her face she typed.

Four: "What the…?"

Unknown: "Can you see this?"

Four: "Uh, yes …"

Unknown: "… Finally connected. Thank god!"

Unknown: "Hey, its not everyday you get a text from a stranger is it, haha."

Four: "Umm…"

Unknown: "Right. I'm a bit flustered myself. See, I found a smartphone at the subway station, but all it had was this messenger app on it."

Huh. So that's what she downloaded.

Four: "Uh, ok."

Unknown: "I want to find the owner, but I don't see any of the person's contact info or call records… I've been trying to send messages with this app but I haven't been able to get a reply… All I see is an address and some important – looking numbers saved in notes… I'd go there myself, but I'm currently abroad…"

With a skeptical look etched on Four's face she responded.

Four: "An address…"

Unknown: "Yes. An address and a long number. Maybe a password. That's all that's saved in this phone."

She was going to call this Unknown person out on whatever they were doing, but hesitated. She decided to see what else they had to say.

Unknown: "I know you're surprised to have someone suddenly pop up and ask you to do a favor like this. But still … I'd appreciate I if you could help."

Four: "Hmm. Why should I help you?"

Unknown: "You're the only clue I have. I've been trying to find the owner with this phone, but I didn't have any leads until now."

She contemplated as the person's pleas came one after the other flooding her screen.

They said it was a safe place…

She thought hard about this.

Safe place?

Right now, she definitely needed a safe place. And to turn around …

"I mean; I did say that I would change …" Four spoke to herself. Heaving a burdened sigh, she typed.

Four: "Fine!"

Unknown: "Thank you!"

The Unknown person sent her the address. It was an apartment. And it … actually wasn't too far from where she was right now. So she walked on.

She entered the building, headed to the elevator and rode it until she came at the floor where the owner of the phone supposedly lived. She gave the door a questioning look, but then quickly remembered that long number the Unknown person had mentioned.

Unknown: "Are you there yet?"

Four: "Yes…"

Unknown: "Is there a lock or a keypad?"

Four: "… yes …"

Unknown: "Here. Try that."

Four hesitated for a bit.

Honestly, she didn't have any problems breaking into anything. When she was younger, even before the agency, she remembered scattered times of when she was on the streets, doing petty theft and such. It was how the agency first stumbled upon her. Though, Four couldn't remember anything more than bits and pieces. All she has ever known, has ever been certain about, was the agency. And now … that certainty is gone.

She pressed the numbers on the keypad.

Four: "Ok. It's open."

Unknown: "Good, why don't you go inside?"

Four: "Dude, I'm not just going to enter some random person's house."

Unknown: "You can just leave a note. I'll give you my info. And if something happens you can just show them my messages. That'll do."

She narrowed her eyes at her phone's screen.

Four: "Fine."

The message she got back had creeped her out a bit.

Unknown: "Th"

Unknown: "ank"

Unknown: "you …"

The messages from the person ceased as the Unknown person left the chatroom.

Pushing the door further open, she slowly walked inside.

"Okay …" She spoke cautiously, not knowing what to expect.

The familiar chime went off from her phone again. Taking a look at the screen she sighed in frustration.

"Oh, come on! Again!?"

The same green coding passed in her screen until …

"Oh? This one's different…" She thought.

As she stood there at the threshold of the apartment, she watched as the messages passed by between these other people. Until …

"Wait! Is that? No. No it couldn't." She told herself as she continued to lurk.

Suddenly she saw that who she suspected had just noticed her presence.

707: "WAIT!"

"No, no, no. Please tell me it isn't." She shut her eyes, head tilted towards the ceiling. With a sigh she looked back down at her phone's screen.

707: "Think someone entered the chat room;"

Yoosung: "Four …? What kind of name is that?"

--

Luciel, was shocked.

"How could someone hack this chatroom!? One that he created?!?" He thought to himself.

He looked at the name of this new comer again. Disbelief was in his mind, so he searched the phone owner of this new person. He was even more shocked to find that the location of the user's device was at Rika's apartment. He looked up at his monitors to check the CCTV feed, taking a drink of his Dr. Pepper. He halted mid way, eyes widening, jaw dropped.

"No way!"

He couldn't help himself. His fingers moved on their own.

707: "YOU!?!?!"