I lurked on the roof of a building. Clad in black and hidden by a bulletproof lack trench coat I stood. A porcelain mask covered my face; it only gave anyone else a sadistic expression. My blue eyes peeked form the eyeholes to the scene below me. A faint click alerted me to an incoming warning from my 'advisor', Huang.

"Remember to intercept the informant, retrieve the files, and…" the older man trailed off.

I prodded "And?"

A pause and a breath. I guessed he was smoking while he gave his orders, "Be on the watch for other agencies. The Syndicate's not the only ones that want this information."

"Understood." I replied. "Yin, where is the informant?"

Though I couldn't see, I'm certain her feet soaked in water while her observer spirits searched the city. Her monotonous voice answered, "3 blocks north, and moving further away…"

I wondered. "Is he alone?"

"Hai.(1)"

My hand reached for the inside of my trench coat towards a box around my lower abdomen. I pulled a clip and thread thin wire unraveled itself from the box. The weapon was originally my brother's and I only acquired mediocre skills in comparison to his. Yet I slung the clip towards a flagpole. The clip spun around the pole. I flew from the roof, in the direction of my target.

I sailed between two mirrored miniature skyscrapers. I felt like an American superhero. What was his name again? The one that wore black and was somewhat an anti-hero? I shook the thought from my head as I focused at the task at hand.

The informant was, thankfully, alone and headed within a park. Perfect. The informant was an older man, probably Huang's age. He had black hair that was beginning to bald. His shifty brown eyes darted back and forth. I descended from my perch to confront the man.

At the sight, the informant back away. "Y-You are-"

"Can we not do this? Just give me the briefcase and I'll be on my way." I told him.

Instead of handing the files I needed, he tossed it away, into some bushes. His brown eyes were outlined in red and the pupil were red. His body faintly glowed. A contractor. I jumped back and from standing directly in his line of sight. A pain hit from the back of my head. A rat-with-wings known as a pigeon flew past. So he controls animals, huh?

I backed further only to receive a surge of pain from my leg. I looked down to see a dog. Honestly I couldn't waste my day electrocuting animals. So I had to call back up. "Mao."

"Nani (2)?" the cat answered from wherever he was hidden.

"Think you could sneak onto him long enough to keep him from using his powers for maybe…5 seconds?" I whispered to my communicator.

"Wakatteru (3)." he answered. Now to just get the mutt off me. I discharged electricity off to where my leg was being bitten. An agonized whimper escaped its mouth before it fell limp. I apologize.

I faced the man, where he stared back at me. His eyes glowed once more when a black cat leapt onto his face. Distracted by Mao, I ran towards him, intending to utilized the small window that opened. Right before I reached him, Mao jumped from the informant. The older man could only gasp as my gloved hand touched his head. Electricity coursed through his body. His mouth foamed and a grotesque expression plastered his face.

It could've been so much simpler…I sighed, what's done is done. I walked over to the bushes where I believed the briefcase land. I walked over to the greenery and pushed back branches and leaves. There was the brief case. I held it when mulitple handprints glowed on it. Deciding there was something wrong, I dropped the metallic case and ran from it.

Good precaution because the briefcase exploded. I gaped at it but through the smoke I saw a boy hiding behind a wall, his dichromatic eyes staring at, I assumed, his handiwork. He disappeared around the corner, undoubtedly blended within the crowd.

I walked over to the dying flames and smoldering smoke. I saw…a manila folder. The file wasn't completely destroyed. I patted down any other flames surrounding the folder. "Pai, what happened?"

"Someone just tried to blow up the files." I responded.

"Did they succeed?"

I wondered. "Are a few scorch marks and smoke damage fine?"

"They are. Return to rendezvous."

"Under-" I began. The sound of a projectile slicing through the air whistled in my ear. I ducked to avoid an ice spear in the head. I stood once more, brushing dirt from my coat. "Its unbecoming of a gentleman to spear a lady while she's speaking, November 11."

The blonde MI-6 agent gave a ghost of a smirk while a cigarette burned in mouth. "I sincerely apologize, Ms 201-BK."

Looks like I'll be late meeting at the rendezvous.

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

Sorry about the late update! It's just that I had writer's block and I got idea for other stories…that and I thought I had absolutely no hits but after checking, I got motivation to write again.

Well now that Pai has the files, how's she gonna get past November 11? Find out next time.

Authoress' Notes:

1) Hai: the Japanese word for 'yes'.

2) Nani: the Japanese word for 'what'.

3) Wakatteru: a Japanese phrase meaning "I understand" or "understood".

Till next time, ja ne!