Brittany Gomez
AN. This story will be told from Selina's point of view.
Chapter One
After sliding down from the fifth floor of my squat via the gutter, my feet hit the ground and I began walking down the alley.
Another day in Gotham City had begun. It was still in the wee hours of the morning, so the sun hadn't risen yet. Perfect. Whenever I head out into the city, I always do before the sun fully rises and my exit routes are never the same as my entrance routes. A rule I made for myself on these mean streets and one that was further solidified by my boss.
Speaking of which, it has been a year since my last assignment with that OGA.
For you noobs out there, that stands for other Government Agency. In their circles, I go by Agent Kyle but on the streets of Gotham, I go by Cat.
In case you're wondering about my last op. It involved me, Bruce, and Alfred taking a trip to Wyoming to rescue a missing bioengineer name Rebecca Wager who used to work for USAMRIID An organization within the U.S. Army that deals with germ warfare matters. Long story short. It turned out she was conspiring to unleash a bioweapon she created on the city in the name cleansing it of its crime and corruption. She tried to deliver her cargo via a giant plane called the Mantis, but a squad of F-35s manage to shoot her down before she could get very far. She was the only member of her crew to survive the crash and ended getting arrested and shipped off to the Icerberg Ultra Maximum Security Prison in northern Alaska. Once you're tossed in there, you never come out.
Four hours later
I was walking through the bustling crowd in the downtown sector looking for a place grab cash from or a pocket what that was sticking out a little too much. Those were always the best marks. Just creep up, snatch, and hall ass to a place where you can safely grab the cash. I always toss the wallets afterwards.
Now I bet you're wondering, why do I go around robbing and stealing if I'm a government agent. Well, the agency I work doesn't officially exist and my boss understands the importance of maintaining appearances.
Thirty minutes in, I spot my first mark of the day. A stock trader looking guy with a trench coat and his wallet was sticking out just enough for me to see it. I smile and move towards him.
I follow him around the corner and was just about to do my grab and dash when suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Easy I'm a friend," the familiar voice said. I spun around and saw Agent Emerson dressed in a black and white suit. Officially he worked at the FBI field office here in Gotham but unofficially, he was part of the same agency I was.
"Emerson, what's up?"
"You'll be briefed on arrival, follow me."
Soon enough, I was in the passenger seat of a black Chevy Suburban speeding across the bridge out of the city in a convoy of four others with the sirens blaring.
What kind of mayhem awaits you on this mission, Selina I said to myself.