First Contact 25:
Natural Selection
It was all too easy: Earth was at least two hundred years behind the Twelve Colonies, with no spaceships worthy of the name and a rather limited grasp of space-based weaponry. Add to that the fact that the so-called 'information superhighway' passed through a constellation of easily hacked satellites meant that it wouldn't take long for the viruses to spread, once they had a chance to be fully uploaded.
Six pulled back the slide on the gun, chambering the first round: it hadn't taken them long to find a human who already processed all the equipment and data they needed, and there was no need to be subtle when dealing with such a backwards planet. All she needed to do was eliminate the parents and force him to do as they wanted. It was something a Cavil or a Leoben would normally be better suited for given their much more aggressive personalities, but it had been decided that Six was potentially more maternal, and thus more likely to obtain the child's cooperation with the minimum of force.
It was long past sundown, but the garish lights from the city centre illuminated the desert for miles around, casting multicoloured shadows across the suburban street. There was only one light on in the house, from what the orbital scans showed to be the living room. The sheep wooden door offered little real resistance to Six's foot, her normal high-heal shoes replaced by a pair of sturdy combat boots. The blond haired woman watching the TV looked round in shock as the gun was pointed at her.
The woman dived out of the way, dodging the first bullet but Six tracked her, firing again and again, the large silencer attached to the gun muffling most of the noise. The woman managed to dive through the doorway into the kitchen, the refrigerator door taking the last two bullets. Frowning, Six hit the release even as she drew a fresh magazine from her pocked and started to bring it round to reload.
She never had the chance: the other woman cam back through the doorway like a hurricane looking for Florida, a dark look in her eyes. She grabbed the gun and yanked it away, keeping a tight hold on Six's hand as she spun round, twisting the Cylons arm round until to snapped with a loud crack. Six screamed in pain even as the woman brought her elbow down with enough force to shatter her shoulder and collarbone.
Six's legs gave out, but her opponent grabbed her by the throat and lifted her clean off of her feet. Six grabbed at the other woman's hand as she felt herself starting to choke, her vision starting to go first grey, then black as her brain shut down through to lack of oxygen. A single thought ran through her mind: the Basestar had been called away, and there were no other ships nearby that could relay her mind to be downloaded later. If she died there, it would be forever.
"Who...are...you?" She gasped, fighting for one last breath.
"My name is Jessica." The other woman hissed as she cocked her hand to the side sharply, snapping the Cylon's neck like a dry twig before dropping her.
Six fell to the floor, not quit dead but with her body refusing to respond to her mind, even to scream in pain as the woman who called herself Jessica grabbed one of her legs and ripped it from her body.
The End
(Battlestar Galactica/Heroes)
Was going to have Sylar kill Six, as it made my smile in an ironic sort of way, but Niki/Jessica fitted the story line better.