Act One: The Last American Dynasty

"In a world of colors; a world made safe,
none of them will realize
of the darkness I shall bring within."

May 10, 2105
Globe

She liked to think she was normal.

That she was just another good obeying Samaritan, visiting the museum like she was required to.

She liked to think her footsteps were loud and clear just like everyone else, like she hadn't perfected the art of staying hidden in the shadows like the perfect spy she was. She liked to think she was calm and almost approachable, as if she hadn't spent years in silence appearing calm and collected despite the storm that brewed inside of her. She liked to think that she was listening at what the curator was saying, and not roaming her eyes for any signs of suspect and exits she could see for escape. She liked to think that she was indeed flirting with some guy, and not blowing him off as she only used him for undercover.

But with the life she was living beneath the reality she forced herself into, she was desperate for a single moment of peace before chaos would reign once she found what she was really looking for. She wore a thousands of masks and characters, she didn't know who she was. She could appear clumsy and shy, but sometimes she was fierce and seductive, loud and brave, and adventurous and enthusiastic.

She was Addison Bradshaw, a twenty-nine years old enthusiast who interns at Keller University Hospital. She was born at Colombus, Ohio and they owned a small mechanical farm far away. Her mother used to be a gym instructor while her father was a military officer who retired from the force after a major injury that occurred a while ago. Out of mere desperation to be a doctor, she flew to New York where she interned to be what she wanted.

At least, until a message appeared in front of her.

The woman known as Addison was already losing interest to whatever the guy was saying, so she looked around to benefit herself from this mission. There were many civilians visiting the museum today, which wasn't a surprise considering what day it was, which also made it harder for her and everyone else once they found the suspect. Millions of people milling inside to amuse themselves, and only one to ruin it. They could look like them, act like them, and talk like them, but they were a suspect of this case and she will arrest them no matter what it takes.

No sign of them here, the message said.

She suspected the message came from her contact lenses, seeing as they weren't ordinary and used for terrestrial missions only. It displayed numerous apps and software, also able to monitor her and her teammate's vitals or any liability, managed by an artificial intelligence who helped her throughout her missions. Out of the corner of her eye, she knew the guy wasn't looking anymore so she decided to type back with what she could from the watch around her wrist.

What area are you in?

Southwest corner at the thirty-five floor, the message said.

No sign of the Seventh Bridges either, another message came.

She didn't sigh or clenched her fists in anger and disappointment, instead she puckered her shoulders and stared agape to whatever the guy was talking about he deemed would impress her.

The Seventh Bridges were a large group of terrorists they've been hunting for quite a while now. They believed the Globe was dying and in order to survive, they bombed public spaces like malls, museums, hospitals and etc. They did it in random, killing civilians of all ages in the process, they couldn't find a root to all of it. They only got a hang of them a few months ago and hunted their headquarters one by one, attacking when they were vulnerable, and managed to eliminate half the members of the team. But they weren't the most wanted, and two weeks ago they received a package which was a video showing the Seventh Bridges leader killing the civilians they held during their attack. It was a warning, and they spent the rest of their weekend agonizing and planning over what they could bomb next, and realizing it would be the museum when they found out the date that was nearing.

It was the 85th Anniversary of the Globe, a day to mourn over the death of their old world and to welcome the new dawn. The Age of Technology, as some may call it. When the whole planet Earth collapsed in the hands of the humans, five brilliant inventors tried to save the remains of the Earth and built a new world for the survivors, and created a technology marvel instead. There were billions of casualties, but in the end - they survived through thick and thin. Every civilians of the Globe were required to visit the Globe Metropolitan Museum, as it was a reminder of what they lost and what they gained. It was a reminder that there will always be hope, that there will always be a beacon of hope to light when there's darkness.

As the man was distracted, she decided to activate the initial scanning sequence that will require a full image of the corner she was in. So she looked around in hopes she would have something, watching everything unravel before her eyes. Her surroundings lit up in blue, it surveyed the crowd along the insides of those walls. It impressed her, years of this kind of technology in her grasp and she was still surprised with how far humanity came. If she hadn't been chosen to this kind of field, maybe she would have been an engineer like the rest of them.

Once the scan was done, her view narrowed to one of the civilians with a target on his back. The man wore a black hooded jacket and pants, with sunglasses to cover his face, and he seemed to be holding a duffle bag which she believed was the weapon they will plant. She gave a quick x-ray inside the bag and found scraps of books and random metals inside.

"So I was thinking," the guy started, snapping her out of her thoughts. He almost looked a little flamboyant; confident that she will say yes to his offer. "Maybe we could go out Friday night?"

The two stood up and she gave a charming smile that sent the boy flustered all over. "Sure, how about eight o' clock by the movie theatre?"

"That's great. It's nice meeting you," they kissed each other's cheeks before they separated to their own destinations.

The unknown woman blended with the crowd flawlessly, it was easy when those crowd seemed self-involved, too busy to notice other people and the chaos happening beneath them. She grabbed her phone inside her pocket, two white metal sticks glued together if they were pulled, it would display a hologram with the current time and apps. She brought it to her ears to act as if she was talking to someone.

"Scarlet, what's up with him? All I'm seeing in this guy's backpack are crap," Scarlet was an artificial intelligence that helped her through her missions and have been with her since she was a child. She used to be a household caretaker AI before she was brought along with her.

"The man in question is Michael Brooke. Born August 23,2080 and died a year ago in a car accident. He was rumored to be affiliated with one of the weapon manufacturer of the Seventh Bridges which I assumed would be the cause of faking his death," she heard the AI spoke in her earpiece. She narrowed her eyes. That was suspicious, but she still have no reason to arrest him. It could be he faked his death to hide from them, or he joined them.

"Anything else?"

"I am also sensing a massive amount of Cyclonite when I took a scan, there's no doubt he's sent to plant the bomb here. And from the x-ray malfunction, I have reasons to believe he's using Anassium."

The girl cursed herself at that. Anassium was one of the strongest metal in the Globe, but that was not what it was known for. It was known as a trickster metal, used to alter the cognitive and perception of a person. But it's highly expensive in the black market. Only highly efficient criminals have used it to evade the militaries and even the higherups.

"Thanks for the insight, Scarlet," she placed the phone back to her pocket. She kept a decent distance on the man but she kept her eyes on him. There was no doubt this man was a suspect and will pay for his crimes, but right now she got a bomb to stop and she had no choice but to watch.

The man in question - Michael - planted the duffle bag by the plant unsuspectingly and that was her cue to move. She fastened her footsteps towards him, watching as he went to the men's bathroom. She narrowed her eyes at that but followed, ignoring the odd looks she was getting by a few men who entered the restroom. "Scarlet, I want all civilians evacuated. Contact the other Veronica's and tell them I found a suspect."

She found Michael standing idle by the sink, quietly washing his hands as if nothing was wrong with the world, as if everything was perfect. It was far from perfect. She assessed his every move and found there was no sign of nervousness in his system; a fact she didn't take well. Either this man can hid his emotions really well or he knew something more than her. The speaker outside had turned static before she could close the door, and she locked it before her AI could even get a word out from the speaker.

"Attention. All civilians of the Globe Metropolitan Museum, please evacuate to safety. I repeat, all civilians of the Globe Metropolitan Museum: please evacuate to safety..."

She guarded her face of any emotions she was feeling right now. She could hear the stampede of the people scrambling to leave where they were but she kept her eyes on the prize. The entire restroom was quiet as they were the only two there, tingling with known tension between the two. She watched as he wiped his hand with a handkerchief when he spoke.

"Veronicas. Always here to save the day, but I fear this time you might be a little too late," he spoke with a Swahili accent, which she believed he was born with since his mother was Swahili.

"Well, in my years of experience we seem to be always a little too late," she snarked with caution.

He chuckled. "Yes, which is why I don't understand why you keep coming back."

She avoided to answer it. Instead, she grabbed her watch and typed the name Michael Brooke, and every offense that came with it. She put it on a projector. "Michael Brooke," she watched as he tensed his shoulders at the mention of his true name. "You are under arrest for suspected terrorism, murder, bomb threat and many more. Do you really want to do this?"

"You can never arrest me."

She tilted her head. "Who said anything about arresting you?"

That must have triggered something in his wake. She watched as his entire body froze in a hindsight, his fists both clenched, his face drained of blood with a mixture of disgust, and knees bouncing with anxiety. He certainly hadn't expected that response. He whirled around, his eyes set ablaze with a newfound hatred in the depth of his eyes. His fingers were twitching for a weapon she almost thought about changing before she shook it off. He was scary and people in a right mind would have ran away from him, but she had faced things far more terrifying than him and she stood her ground. She wasn't gonna let a mere man intimidate her right now. So, she raised her chin and stared at him menacingly.

"You sick son of a bitch! You think you can kill someone just because you're the law?!" he sneered.

"You're the one killing all the civilians like you're the judge of their life. How is that any different?" she snapped.

"Unlike all of you, we're actually doing something to survive."

"You don't get to decided that."

"The Globe is rotten of people like you," the man hissed with such hate.

She remained in her stance. Her posture more threatening, ready to change to defensive if needed to. "Michael Brooke, stand down. You are under arrest for terrorism and for being affiliated with the Seventh Bridges. Dead or alive."

"Tell that to the dead," he countered before activating the watch on his wrist and escaping through the window.

Her eyes widened. Shit. She threw the duffle bag into the air and activated her shield. Her left metal arm lit up with blue lines flowing through them before it changed to a massive shield, tearing her sleeves into a couple of purple particles that refracted after the massive change. She placed it right between her and the bomb before it could detonate. The bomb blew and fire erupted all over the unprotected places. She felt herself grinding her teeth and applying pressure to her shield, her heels digging against the floor of the bathroom when the impact pushed her off. She fell of the ground, groaning at the pain blooming over her head. She must have hit it when she fell.

She crouched, taking a moment to gain control of her breathing and heartbeat before she chased the suspect. She looked around, cursing at the sight of the completely destroyed cubicle. The only bathroom have disintegrated to ash, the ceiling ready to fall off the ground. It would have been worse if she hadn't protected the rest of the corner from the blast. From what she learned after chasing a dead end too many times, it was that their bomb was enough to kill thousands of men. She could feel the scorching heat against her metal arm that made her wince. She was thankful it was Vibranium or else she was done for.

"Scarlet, update on the situation?" she asked on her earpiece. She hadn't have any messages right after she told them she found Michael Brooke in hiding, so she assumed they found the rest as well.

"Multiple bombs have gone off from the past five minutes. It would have been a major damage if it weren't for the rest of them, they only acquired minor damage from the bombs. All civilians are now evacuated and haven't acquired any further damage yet," then a multiple footages from the CCTV were shown with men in tactical gears fighting the rest of the members. "I believe the rest of the Seventh Bridges have shown up and have encountered them in a combat. Do you wish for any backup?"

She stood up, shaking off the dizziness that engulfed her before running towards the window. "I think I can handle myself just fine!"

She jumped from the 35th floor of the museum, her clothes changing into purple particles before changing into a full black tactical sleeveless armory that covered her from neck to toe. Her costume was made of one of the strongest metal on the Globe, fitted, but careful enough not to kill the user. She also wore a black metal mask to hide her appearance. Her metal hand grasped the wall when she reached the 14th floor for a careful landing, before jumping and bracing her metal legs when she reached the ground. She landed with a thud, right leg crouched while her left knee was pressed against the ground, her metal arm touched the concrete layer. She stayed there, heaving a breath before standing. Ready to kill.

She spotted Michael Brooke by the left corner, he was barking orders to his henchmen all at once. He was conversing in language not akin to English, but to Russian. He still haven't spotted her. She hid by the shadow, her back pressed against the wall as she tried to overhear them. If he thought she wouldn't understand Russian then he thought wrong, their master had flourished their tongue to speak all languages at once. They were gonna escape.

She wouldn't let that happen.

She changed her right arm to a photon blaster and charged it towards them. They were all too late when they saw it and a photon blast was already heading towards them. Some were able to dodge but some didn't and found themselves gasping for life, their fingertips grasping their missing limbs or were caught by the fire. Some of the henchmen were already charging towards her, urging Michael to run (which he did a moment later) and began firing towards her. Bullets, she realized a second later when those open fire didn't dent her armor a little and simply flew off like a pair of insects. Either the commander didn't see any hope where they could live or they really just wanted to die. She began walking towards them and they began charging like a pair of catapults when they realized bullets wouldn't work on her.

The first henchman came to her, and she stomped at his foot before raising her leg to kick his shin. She grabbed his neck and slammed him to the ground, grabbing the empty gun and throwing it to the incoming as a distraction. She charged and kicked him by the stomach, following him by his fall. He struggled against her grasp and pointed his gun on her, but she twisted his arm and before he could scream in pain at his bones shifting, she fired and the bullet was nozzle in between his eyebrows. A hand grabbed her by the hair, dragging her away from the fallen soldier, and she struck his holding continuously. He let go by the third time, and she whipped her foot to trip him. She knocked him out twice as hard, enough for the metal to fully crack his skull and kill him internally. She spotted three more henchmen coming towards her and stopped a hand from giving her a tasteless demise. She stomped at his knee, unflinching at the sound of the crack, and slammed her head against him to render him unconscious. Another henchman approached her and was about to strike her with a knife before she moved the sleeping one's arm and managed to strike the arm instead. Seeing an opportunity, she grabbed the dagger and threw it to the charging man's neck. She let go of the arm and elbowed the man by its neck before kicking him at its wake.

There were a few soldiers who have ran for their life when they realized the bullets were ineffective. She didn't look for them as her main priority was getting Michael whether he was alive or not. So, she stood up and ran.

Michael was running.

He was never the one to run. Sports weren't his forte when he received a D on Physical Education so he chose to do History instead, but he was regretting that now. He was now on the verge of life and death, holding what could be the start of revolution, and he was already heaving for breath. Maybe he should've learned to run before he joined a massive terrorist group who was willing to make a change. All his life, he knew the world needed saving and he thought it would be them. He didn't trust the system, it was unfair and false, and many people have suffered for that, so when he saw a chance he took it. They were the only one willing to give the Globe a chance, and sometimes that included sacrifices to make the Globe a better world.

Was he regretting that now? No.

He turned to another corner of an alley, holding against the dirty wall to steady himself before he kept on running. He didn't notice the quiet sound of metal fast approaching, a black-haired individual with metal for arms, holding a deadly thorn for a past. He didn't notice the woman behind her, a woman with a deadly glint in her eyes, with only one goal in mind-

"- Got it!"

Michael whirled around only to see nothing but black. She jumped by the wall and straddled the man by his neck, twisting and twisting until she was allowed to let go. The two twisted in a struggle before she jumped away and dug her fingers to the ground, watching with a tilted head as Michael seemed to wobble between intakes of breathes before falling to the ground. She felt a faint sense of victory rushing inside her, only to be interrupted by a glint of silver fast approaching her. She dodged it last minute, and almost jumped at the small explosion it caused. The bullet would have killed her if she hadn't dodged.

She whirled around enough to see five to six bullets coming her way, and she dodged them all perfectly. She landed on the ground fist first, her eyes deadly narrowed to the man in black. This man had a black tactical gear perfect for his mobility, a barrel of guns hiding behind his back and his face covered by a scarf that covered half of his appearance. He was the Seventh Bridges best assassin who went by the name Reaper. He have killed so many people in the past, people like traitors who betrayed the organization, officials who have investigated them early on, and civilians whose bodies were in the wrong place and the wrong time. Men like him have firm beliefs and will always stay with the Seventh Bridges, even sacrificing his life and many others in the process. And she never hated anyone more than assassins who will kill civilians for the sake of their division even though they were wrong.

The Reaper landed on the ground perfectly before standing up. The air was thick with esteemed hatred flowing over them, the silence that could make the pin drop seemed loud, and they wanted more than anything to run far away from each other. The two couldn't do anything but analyze each other's movements: watching the way their fingers twitched, the bouncing of their legs, and the sweat running through their skins in hopes of a sign. But unfortunately, it didn't do anything. Their expressions were swift and careful just like the way they moved.

But then, the Reaper raised his handgun and fired the first shot, forcing her to move. She raised her arm and the metal shielded her from her death, suddenly moving so swiftly it was very hard to see. She dropped to the ground and slid her foot against his, only for him to jump and grab the pipe above him, raising one leg as an attempt to kick her in the face. She dodged backwards last minute, prompting her elbow to avoid his leg before shaping her right arm to a small dagger and stabbing him by his pelvic. But he used his other leg to push it away and he tackled her, using his weight to pin her to the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled their position. Her arms changed back to normal and she slammed her fist against his face repeatedly, grabbing his collar and slamming her head against his. But then he grabbed her by the neck, the other one grasping her shoulder tight and shoved her off of him.

The two parted, their postures in a defensive stance as they mauled over each other like predators. She charged, giving no time to waste, and jumped before raising her fist against the air. He held a small microchip that changed into a dull metal shield he used to dodge the incoming attack. She kicked the shield that sent the man stumbling back before he hurled the shield towards her, her arms crossing in instinct when she saw it, only to fall to the ground when two of the strongest metals connected. She groaned and her eyes widened at the Reaper, who was already an inch apart from her, sent a harsh kick on her face. Pain bloomed from her cheek, and to her jaw when the man slammed his knee against her. She was certain she was gonna lose a tooth.

A cock of a gun was heard, and her panting ceased when her eyes caught the hand gun pointed to her. She was now at his mercy. She looked between the assassin and the gun. It was only a few inches away, she could still deflect it but she wasn't sure about the man. Already, she was imagining ways to at least counter attack the man and his barrel of weapons behind him, or to at least defend herself from the situation.

But then, the man pulled the trigger and she didn't have time to think before she put the palm of her prosthetic on the tip of the gun to prevent the shot. The assassin was ticked off, that was obvious, and he kicked her away once again only for the Veronica to roll away the distance. She hurled two small daggers - which she got from the henchmen who hid their daggers in their boots - at him as a diversion and charged once again, her arm forming to a shield she slammed to his other shield. It was a shield versus shield fight, she thought it would be interesting. The first one to let go of their shield loses. They slammed each other's shields to the left, then moving to a lower right where he hurled it to her once again only to bounce off before moving back towards him.

The two exchanged shield-to-shield combat for a few seconds, before stopping when the Veronica fell on the ground and changed the particle back to her photon blast. She fired two shots of photon to the man who was sent tumbling down. She stood up and began walking towards the assassin, grabbing the gun and pointing it at him. She needed to end this now. She fired the gun with no hesitation, the bullet smashed against his skull and creating an unfitting image of a dead man with a hole between his eyebrows. Blood seeped through the wound and into the ground, his body becoming pale by the second.

Her heart dropped to her stomach but that didn't stop the stoic mask of hers from crumbling. This was her mission and her job was to obey no matter how she liked it or not. So, she asked the artificial intelligence for any updates before she began walking back to the museum with a heavy heart.

This mission was over.

On November 15, 2014 - the world took a step forward to the future.

There was a technology company called Smith Co. owned by Victor Smith and his wife Janice Smith. They invented technologies they believed could help for the millennia. Technologies far advanced for the modern times; an eminence. After their first success with Moderator V, their establishments became known worldwide. But unfortunately, with the sudden rise of technology was also the downfall for nature: there was a sudden increase of deforestation, an increasing of oil spill on the ocean, and the thinning of Earth's atmosphere making the sun hotter more than ever. It was the nature getting back the territory that was once from man. The laws of nature and an extraordinary phenomenon happening before their eyes.

The world was slowly ending.

But everything didn't went unnoticed. On the year 2017 - there was a sudden increase of wildfire all over the forests of California, many animals became endangered. There were also a total of five typhoons that happened that year. And the radiation was rising incrementally. On the year 2018 - there was a tornado all across the continent killing hundreds of people, there was a pandemic that broke out that killed hundreds of thousands of people, and there was a sudden death of all marine animals. On the year 2019 - the sun became hotter that forced people to work from home in fear of ending up with skin diseases, hair loss, and blindness. It killed twenty-four thousands of people that year.

And on the year 2020 - the world ended.

But thankfully, the two owners of the technological company managed to foresee what was happening and came up with the idea to help those they could before the world would end. They created the Earth's technological marvel called The Globe: a spherical shape meant to sustain all of the sun's radiation with the help of the strongest metal on the planet. It stood tall on the top of the Empire State Building and took over thirteen-thousand and eighty one kilometer known as America and saved 168 million people of America in the process. Those outside the Globe was unfortunate and didn't survive, however. The Globe is operated by an artificial intelligence known as the Valkyrie whose job was to make sure the Globe remained sustainable with the help of nanotechnology.

And the Age of Technology began.

"Good job on the mission today."

Desiree Hawkins stood atop of all women with an air of superiority that intimidated the women and everyone all together. She wore a white buttoned blouse under a purple blazer and skirt, a purple thick belt hovering around her waist that matched her blue eyes and black hair. They called her General Hawkins. She was a terrifying and stoic woman despite her ridiculous get up. No one was as terrifying as her. She was, after all, the one who trained the Veronica's.

Three years after the world ended, Veronica Hawkins - General Hawkins' great grandmother - came up with the idea of Project Veronica. A group of young and noble girls under the age of eight were trained beyond their capabilities in order to keep the people of the Globe in order and to defend it from the uprising chaos from the inside and outside sources. With the help of the government, they were able to make it happen. The government fixed the finances while the military collaborated with other organizations they believed could benefit them for their project. They collaborated with the Ministry of Science to search about enhancements to benefit the subjects. They collaborated with the military to train them into becoming the greatest. So many years spent of rallies, so many girls were taken from their home, and so many money was spent on searching and finding the right formula.

She was at the age of five when she was taken from her home.

"Aside from the bombings that happened on the other regions, it's safe to say there's no civilian casualties and they were taken out before anything could happen. We finally hunted down the Seventh Bridges' main headquarters thanks to the Veronica's, and they are finally gone from our radar," she informed to the women in the debriefing room. Her posture straightened when General Hawkins glanced at her briefly before she looked at all of them as if to assess their strength.

"You're dismissed."

The group of Veronica's left the room without a word and she felt like she could breathe again. Samara Thurman was a terrifying woman and a great assassin at that, but there was no comparing to the weapon and to the monster in the room. The debriefing almost felt suffocating she thought she wouldn't breathe, all she wanted was to impress General Hawkins but instead she did something so sloppy a group of Veronica never would. She was about to turn to her office when the sight of a wine bottle stopped her from her tracks. Her eyes closed for a moment before turning to her good acquaintance and hacker whose face was beaming with pride.

"A token of appreciation for finally ending the eight month long of investigation to one of the most notorious group in this planet," Mackenzie Woodall appeared contented, unaware of the storm brewing in Samara's head. One glare from the black haired assassin though was enough for Mackenzie to stop bouncing, her giddiness faltering once she realized she wasn't alright.

Mackenzie was one of the closest acquaintance she made in her years as a Veronica. She had been handling her case back then, seeing as Mackenzie was a notorious hacker whose job was to hack into their server as her client was under their radar back then. She was supposed to eliminate her for her crime but once she received orders of sparing her, she was forced to let her go and gave her a chance instead. Mackenzie was a twelve year old girl who only wanted to help her struggling family and sick father by helping her clients into the only way she knew how: hacking. She'd met countless of criminals they haven't caught yet. And General Hawkins, seeing an advantage, took the girl's desperation into chasing down the criminals and gave her a job of hacking in their establishment.

When Samara and Mackenzie met, she thought her head was about to explode because of the girl's giddiness. She was energetic, but she was also calculative and smart, and somehow she managed to push through the assassin's boundaries and became close. Or as Mackenzie would call each other - friends.

"What's got your stick shoved up your ass?" she lowered the wine bottle then, following Samara to her office. Sam didn't forbid her from following her to her office, which meant she was still in her good graces and she wanted to talk it out. She spent her years studying the Samara Thurman ideology, she knew how her mind worked.

"I don't have a stick shoved up my ass," she dismissed, grimacing but not at all surprised by the vulgar words.

"Yes you do. It's moving and it's making you grumpy," Mackenzie proclaimed.

Samara just sighed from how quickly the conversation was going to a dirty direction. But she was, no doubt, thankful for Mackenzie's concern. As much as she hated to admit, she kept her sane from who she was supposed to be, and she needed her just as much as Mackenzie needed her too. She leaned in on the scanner standing by the door, waiting patiently for it to assess the eye of its user. The scanner glowed green and the door slid open, all lights suddenly opened revealing the spacious room. From inside the room, the operative beeped loudly.

"Good evening Ms. Thurman," the AI greeted monotonously. Sam ignored the greeting and instead, went straight to the training room.

"Scarlet, did you get a record of the Reaper's fighting sequence?" she asked.

"Yes, I did. Would you like me to add it for your training?"

"I would like that very much," she confirmed.

"You know, it's best to talk it out."

Samara stared at her with something akin to confusion. "Talk it out? There is nothing to talk it out."

"Oh so you're not gonna tell me why the General Hawkin's Wonder Weapon fucked up?" Mackenzie scoffed. When she noticed the sudden tension by her jaw, however, she shrunk and squeaked a small: "sorry."

"It's just - I have known you for a long time Sam. You wear that heart of yours inside because you don't know how to deal with it. You can talk to me," she added.

Samara contemplated it for a moment. She was right. Being a Veronica, she had to get used to the certain consequences that came with consequences. They were taught of the danger forced within them and in return placed with a heavy burden of defending the Globe. She didn't know how to deal with odd emotions that came with her job so she usually leaned for the girl's comfort, and she appreciated that Mackenzie was more of a human than she was. Mackenzie was her confidant, and she trusted herself more than ever when she was with her.

"A week ago during a stakeout mission on the Seventh Bridges' warehouse, this little girl wanted me to sign her autograph. I ignored her of course but then she followed me and I had to scare her off to stop following me," she smirked. "But despite that she kept on admiring me. Said she wanted to save the world. Wanted to become like me."

What she said was engraved to her mind ever since. I just want to be like you.

She looked at her. "Every five years, the council will look for more Veronica candidates. More girls will lose their home, their parents, and their childhood."

"So why not stop it?" Mackenzie asked. It was an honest question, something that should be easy to answer, but right now she didn't know. She knew Mackenzie will follow her to the end and wouldn't be afraid to break the law just to help her, but right now she didn't know whether it was the right thing to do. It wasn't her job to refuse but to obey, and she was wired to do anything to keep the world in control.

So, after a moment, she finally answered. "I don't know."

A/N: This is Chapter One and I hope you like it! Don't be afraid to comment about this chapter and I will be seeing you in the next chapter.

Also, here are the casts for The Woman From Space. If you don't like the casts, however, don't be afraid to think of another you think will suit them.

- Gal Gadot as Samara Thurman

- Kaya Scodelario as Mackenzie Woodall

- Julianne Moore as General Hawkins

More characters to come that I wouldn't point out here until their appearances.