~FeatherFlight123~

Yeah, I'm working on figuring out how the make the memories clearer, we'll see ^-^ I'm glad you liked it ^-^ Yes! We must convert your friend to a Briarfeather shipper! Briarfeather is awesome! ^_^

~Snowcrystal of Thunderclan~

Hello! :D It is seeing Bree afraid, isn't it? I hope it was a good drabble though! :D

~Donotkali~

I didn't like reading fan fiction all that much before I started writing these either, I felt like there was something missing from the world of Human Warriors so I started writing these. I'm thrilled that I helped you find some interest in fanfictions -personally, I think it's one of the best 'genres'- and I'm glad you believe I've put all of your favorite stuff in warriors and and I totally agree with your Brairfeather statement, Briarfeather is amazing! Cinderblaze is better :P but Briarfeather is still amazing!

So this chapter is a little on the short side as well, but I wanted to start a new story (that's a spin off of Flashes vs the Dark Blades) so I made this! I kept this one short because it's an introduction to the series itself so yeah ^_^

Broken Justice

(Flashes Vs. The Dark Blades spin Off)

Cynthia, Leon, Hannah- 22

Holly, Jay, Bree- 23

Haliah, Paige- 23 ½

Dark Blades Field Names

Holly ~ Emeralla (Emma)

Bree ~ Amber

Haliah ~ Jade

Paige ~ Hazel

Cynthia ~ Sapphira (Saph)

Ivory ~ Ivy

Lily ~ Likura (Lika)

Dark Blade Code Names

Leon ~ Sunset

Jay ~ Blue

Dark Blade 'Strike Team Flash' Positions

Holly- Leader, gives directions, can also work as a grifter.

Bree- hacker/grifter/assassin incredibly good at both acting and hacking (can hack into any computer system in the world)

Haliah- grifter (sophisticated only)

Paige- grifter (sophisticated only)

Cynthia- thief/grifter/ assassin

Ivory- hitter/grifter

Lily- Lily is what keeps the other six from escaping the Dark Blades.

Flashes Hit Team Main Positions

Leon- assassin/hitter he is a police officer who specializes in detective work and stopping assassinations.

Jay- medic/basic hacker. His cover is a doctor who specializes in fixing disabilities while in reality his main job is as Leon's partner. (He's not blind)

"Caylee Michaels, Chemical engineer."

"It's an honor to meet you, Caylee Michaels." Ashton smiled and brought her right hand up so he could kiss it.

"Flatter him, Sapphira, it'll make this whole thing go smoother." Paige's voice came over the coms hidden in the other five girls' ears.

Cynthia smiled, her bright saphire blue eyes shining with a perfect partially polite partially impressed smile as she talked to a man named Ashton Tulith. "It's all mine," she smiled, "after all, not many people get to meet the famous scientist."

"That is very true," Ashton chuckled as Cynthia slipped her hand from his grasp, "as much of a nusiance it really is. After all, I don't get to meet as many pretty women as yourself anymore." He mused before addressing the reason she was there. "What can I do for you Miss. Michaels?"

Cynthia blushed lightly, "I'm very flattered at your words but I'm actually not here for anything, my employer is however." She smiled a little sadly, the silver earings that dangled from her ears accented the trim of the royal blue short skirted dress she was currently wearing.

Ashton raised his eyebrows, "your employer?"

"Amber, are you ready?" Holly's voice came over the coms this time.

"Affirmative Emma." Bree murmured from where she was sitting close to Cynthia and Ashton in her wheelchair with her back turned toward them. She spoke under the guise of taking a sip from the glass in her left hand, her wrist was adorned with a gold bracelet that complimented the dark brunette's white colored dress that Haliah herself had designed and that went down to her shins.

"Sapphira, you are clear to continue." Holly's voice again.

"Bring him over to Amber Sapphira. Amber, Let him look you over before you speak, allow him to adjust to the sight." Paige's voice came over the coms once more.

Everyone heard Ivory's snort. "Because a pretty woman in her twenties in a wheelchair is that shocking."

"Ivy, we have gone over this before, not everyone is as unfazed about everything like you and Sapphira." Holly sighed.

"Ivy, we can argue about it later when I'm not wearing a dress that I can hardly move in." Bree hissed, temporarily grouchy.

"Right…"

"You two, stop arguing, Sapphira's on the move Amber." Holly broke up the tiny fight between the two operatives.

Bree looked up when Cynthia lightly tapped her shoulder, "Mrs. Louis," she said professionally, "this is Ashton Tulith, the man who's potentially going to buy your technology."

Bree's amber eyes lit up and she turned around before she giggled a little, putting on a facade of amusement at Ashton's widening eyes. For a few moments she allowed him to look her up and down, used to this part of the job. "So this is Mr. Tulith," she smiled warmly at the man and offered a hand to him to shake. "Brittany Louis," she introduced herself, "full time inventor, part time scientist."

Ashton shook her hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Louis, mind I ask what happened to land such a beautiful women like yourself into a wheelchair?"

Bree shrugged, "was working on a project a few years ago when some men stole the project and promptly shot me in the spine." She rolled her eyes, "like that was going to stop me."

Ashton smiled at her fiesty attitude, "well I can assure you that your beauty hasn't fallen with the disability.

Bree giggled, "aren't you just full of compliments Mr. Tulith? would you like to see the tech you could possibly buy?"

"Of course," Ashton smiled a little wider, "anything for you two lovely ladies."

Bree smiled despite her urge to gag and pulled a small breifcase from under the table.

Cynthia stood to one side, blocking it from the other party guests' view.

Bree undid the clasps on the briefcase and pushed the lid open to reveal a wicked looking silver knife with a handle that had intricut designs that spelled out a single word. 'Destroyer' "This is a knife that has the ability to change the material it's made out of, how large it is, and if it looks like a knife at all."

Ashton's eyebrows rose, "do you have more of these?"

Bree nodded, "I have a van out in the parking lot that has six other cases, each with ten of the knives."

Ashton looked thoughtful, "shall we negotiate the price elsewhere?"

"Of course," Bree smiled, her amber eyes gleaming with hidden triumph. "By your lead."

"Ivy, get ready for the extraction of Sapphira, Amber, and Ashton's holo tech."

"Understood."

"Would you mind staying here Mrs. Michaels?" Ashton asked Cynthia politely, "it's not custom for employees to follow their employers."

"Sapphira, Amber, change of plans, Amber will comense with the assassination, Sapphira, you make sure no one's suspicious."

"Of course," Cynthia smiled and took a seat next to Bree at the table, "I'll remain here till your return Mrs. Louis."

Bree gestured for Ashton to take the lead as she put the breifcase on her lap.

For a few moments, the coms were quiet besides Bree discussing the price of the technology with Ashton, then Bree struck, there was a reason she was called Spark in the assassins world. She always struck out of the blue.

"Target is down, calling card has been placed." Bree said in a flat voice over the coms before annoyance painted her voice, "auh man, I got blood on my new knife!"

"Worry about it in the van Amber," Holly spoke briskly, "Ivy, is the way prepared?"

"Yes, I have the gear in the elevators, Amber just has to stop the elevators for long enough that we can change."

"Understood, Amber, Sapphira, Extraction Plan E."

"Roger."

"On my way," Cynthia murmured as she slipped out of the party and toward the elevator, her heels making soft sounds on the tile as she undid the messy bun her midnight black hair was in at the current moment.

Cynthia stepped into the elevator as Bree rolled in from the other entrance, her brown hair now free from her extravagent hair style and tumbling free down her shoulders.

Ivory tossed both of them a bag, "each contains a completely different outfit."

"The elevators have been 'locked' down for the night due to the party so Amber, you'll be posing as an injured guest on crutches, Sapphira, Ivy, you two are her assisstant and a security guard who gave clearance for the elevator." Holly breifly explained the cover story.

"I got the assistant," Cynthia said as she unzipped her bag.

"We have thirty minutes without running before my legs give out once I'm standing Emma," Bree stated briskly as she one handedly typed a really long line of code on a holographic screen while working on pulling out the other outfit out of the duffel bag.

"Well make sure it only takes ten minutes." Holly rolled her eyes.

The elevator slowed to a stop, "we have seven minutes before it goes back on line starting… now!" Bree stated.

Seven minutes later the elevator began moving back down just as the three had finished changing into their respective outfits, Ivory was in a security style suit with the earpiece in one ear, a gun holstered at her belt; Cynthia was in a light gray cocktail style dress with silver earings and pendant; and Bree was in a forest green knee length dress with a little jewelry and a large brace that made it look like she had injured her knee.

"Here we go," Bree sighed as she took Cynthia's hands and the blue eyes girl pulled her to her feet. Bree wobbled slightly but didn't fall, the supports she had in her legs and hips allowed her to stand and walk for ten minutes at most, the draw back was that she was going to be dead tired and exhausted afterward.

Ivory gave the brunette the crutches and tossed the bags of gear up onto the top of the elevator where she would come get it later. "Emma, we are approaching the lobby floor now."

The elevator doors opened and the three stepped out, Bree limping on crutches; Cynthia walking worriedly beside her, holding a leather portfolio of pretend designs; and Ivory walking near them, making sure they got out of the building.

"Hey, what are you three doing?" The guard at the desk asked when he saw them.

"I'm escorting an injured party guest out to her car where her assisstant will be taking her home." Ivory said gruffly, "have a problem with it?"

"Are you okay Mrs. Graton?" Cynthia asked Bree worriedly, walking alongside her and looking like she was very worried about her.

"I'm fine," Bree grumbled, playing the part of a grouchy and injured designer, "just hurry up!"

"Oh," the guard said before he gestured for them to continue and looked back down at the book he had been reading.

"Out front, to the left." Holly directed.

The three followed Holly's directions and made it to the van without many issues.

"Mission accomplished," Holly smirked at the other three, proud of their new record, "and in a record time too."

Cynthia smiled wearily at her and opened her mouth to speak, but their handler interrupted.

"Get situated, we're leaving to the base." He said flatly and the four women mentally groaned.

:O :O :O

"Seriously Brad?" Leon hissed to his father under the guise of a phone call as he stepped away from the other police officers, "now is not a good time!"

"Leon," Brad -Leon's father sighed- "Another scientist that supplies our technolgy has been assasinated." That shut the golden blonde haired man up.

"What?" Leon gasped, "when did that happen?"

"We got notified that his life detector showed no signs thirty minutes ago."

"Which scientist?" Leon as he pretended to be arguing over the phone.

"Ashton Tulith, the creator-"

"Of holo technology." Leon finished for his father, "so someone really wanted that technology, bad enough to kill." He mused before going into 'tracker mode' as his brother so eloquently called it. "Do we know what the weapon is?"

"It's something we've never seen before, it looks like an every day bobby pin to go in someone's hair."

"Right, I'm on my way to the base right now, is Jay on his way too?" Leon asked as he strode toward his car and covered the mic, "sorry! I gotta go take care of some family business, my sister's having her baby!" He then ducked into the vehicle and started driving away, hooking up the phone to the car's systems. "Alright, what's the info right now?"

"He was at a V.I.P party celebrating his break in technology when someone lured him away and killed him. There's no finger prints, witnesses, or anything besides the weapon that looks like a bobby pin… Wait, Jay has something, I'm patching him through."

"Leon," Jay's voice was stunned and full of shock, "the weapon is technology I'm slightly familiar with."

"Meaning?"

Jay's next words sent ice through Leon's heart. "That's Bree's morph technology, the most advance tech I've ever seen."

"So they have Bree," Leon breathed, his mind now distracted.

"Yeah, and I haven't seen that stuff since she was taken back when we were fifteen."

"That's seven years ago," Leon pointed out with dread in his tone.

"We have a women who cracked the pentagon at age seven trying to kill our scientists." Jay stated grimly, "I haven't seen her technology in seven years and with my knowledge on Bree, her tech is just getting more and more advanced, especially if she's with the Dark Blades."

Leon's blood froze, "if she's with the Dark Blades then she had unlimited resources, time-"

"And money to make her technology beyond anything we've ever seen." Jay finished. "If we don't find her soon we're going to have a massive problem on our hands, especially if the others are alive as well."

Leon's heart jumped to his throat and his voice grew hoarse, "you think they're alive?"

"They have to be, there's no way Bree would've made a weapon if they weren't and if they weren't being forced somehow."

"Our… our sister could be alive Jay," Leon spoke in a hushed voice.

"Yes, but we need to focus on finding Bree, she's a major threat if she's involved with the scientists assassinations."

:O :O

Bree's amber eyes lit up brightly as she closed the last electrical panel on the silver sports car sitting in front of her, it's cold metal shining brightly in the dim light of her work shop. "Let's hope you turn on," she murmured softly and stood up before she opened up a setting menu on a holographic screen connected to a watch around her wrist. "After moving your AI into this body I'm not sure if you'll turn on Lion, this was some pretty complicated stuff, after all I've reverse engineered twenty different pieces of technology to make you work with a body that's practically invincable." She waited for a moment for the AI to reply before she remembered that she hadn't booted him up yet. "Oops, should probably do that. Here goes nothing," she took a deep breath and pushed the start up button on her holographic screen.

Imeadiantly the car started up, it's engine turning on without so much as a sound heavier than a soft rumble that faded to silence. The low level head lights switched on along with a light blue scanner on the front that began ocilating from side to side, a sign that the AI was now on.

Bree crouched in front of the car, her amber eyes gleaming nervously as she placed one hand just above the scanner, to her delight the metal was starting to warm to a comfortable temperature. "Lion? Can you hear me?"

Hardly seconds later the AI responded, his lightly southern accented voice slightly confused and rather shocked. "Bree? What… What happened?" He asked in confusion, "how come I can access so many new things… wait, I can move?"

Bree smiled gently, her amber eyes soft and gentle, "Lion, this is your new body, a silver sports car that can change and morph into whatever thing that isn't living that you want to be, you can turn yourself into a hologram, and do many more things…"