Galbadians were so stupid…That was the sole thing that ran through her mind as the fox prowled through the hen house. Her helmet was large on her head, since it was a men's helmet anyway, and left nothing but a pair of sinister, demonic lips to smirk at the passersby. It was after midnight… this much, she knew for sure. The whole place was deserted save for a few soldiers that paced the halls looking for intruders. Some of them even leaned against the wall, sleeping peacefully. It was all she could do not to laugh at them. In fact, she became so relaxed with her surroundings that she even let her natural-born guard fall from her façade, leisurely strolling like she truly belonged where she was.

It didn't take her long to find the room she was looking for, the command center. There were two Galbadian grunts in there that she could see, one of them was sitting with his boots up on the panel and his helmet pulled low over his face, snoring, and the other one yawning as he leaned against the wall. Liz walked into the room and the one who was awake smiled. "Hello… is that a pretty little dame come to keep us company?"

Almost automatically, his partner had started awake. Liz hadn't even considered that these soldiers hadn't had very much contact with… females… and this alarmed her slightly. However, her stoic expression (or the half that was visible) never left her face. Very slowly, she dipped down into a crouching position with her knees spread slightly and they just laughed and walked towards her, even as she slipped her hands under the Galbadian uniform. They took this as some kind of sensual gesture, and their chuckles just increased as they neared. By now, her heart was thundering. If they double-teamed her…

Her fingers searched manically out-of-sight and finally found what she was looking for, closing her fingers around cold steel. Raising her face so that it was visible to them, black eyes laughed at them as she whipped her hands out of her jacket. A switchblade flew at one of their necks, landing with deadly accuracy and he crumbled to the floor as she slashed the other one's neck with a second knife she had also drawn. He fell on top of the other and in a few seconds, neither was alive as they lay in their own little puddle of blood.

Liz gave a light laugh and peeked out into the hallway to make sure no one was watching her, and then removed the helmet completely letting her copper hair out of its confinement.

"Alright… where are you…" she whispered softly, leaning down in front of a large computer and letting her fingers move rapidly, typing in commands to the computer. The password wasn't hard to crack at all, and the person who came up with it obviously wasn't very creative. "SEEDSSUCK"

Liz slipped the data card she had been given into the proper slot and watched as the program started uploading. The numbers slowly scrolled by, but Liz felt absolutely no hint of nervousness as she worked. As far as she was concerned she had already beaten the whole base. Thirty two percent... thirty three percent...

She sighed and rapped her fingers on the control consol as she sat impatiently. Hurry up… I want to go home. She checked her watch then looked back to see the status display crawl past fifty percent. She checked her watch and for the first time, felt a very slight twinge of alarm. Ninety four seconds had come and gone, and it was only at fifty-six percent complete.

Seconds ticked by as she looked out the door again. The hallway was still clear as far as she could see, but without her helmet she could not look that far down the hallway in the dim lighting. She returned and watched as the numbers ticked past ninety. Two and a half minutes now! What's going on!

With a sigh of relief the numbers finally scrolled up to 100 and she slipped the data card out of the slot. She watched on the screen as suddenly everything came alive with Garden computer technicians starting to hack into the mainframe.

Suddenly a text message flashed on the screen she was looking at. "We're in, good job"

She smirked outwardly and laughed. "Mission Accomplished."

Then Liz felt something brushing against the back of her head. It was cold, it was metal, and it had a round point. It was a pistol, and a high caliber one too. Something a magic shield she erected had no chance of deflecting at short range, forget right at the back of her skull.

Then a voice authoritatively commanded her. "Don't move"

Authors notes: This story will be in either 5 or 6 parts, I will be posting one part at a time, of approximately 4-5 chapters each. On the subject of chapter 1: ive already gotten comments on the ending... please no flames. Its my story, and im going to direct it how i choose.

This story was co-authored by one of my closest friends. I tried my hardest to make it flow, but (atleast in my mind) the stylistic differences from section to section of the story are still glaringly obvious (not as badly here, but later in the story it will be worse) Apologies for this.

Warning on the Rating: There will be blood, there will be detailed descriptions of gore and violence. There will also be sexual content, but i will NOT be turning this into a porno story. Expect more blood and gore descriptions but little change of the sexual theme descriptions from what i already have.