The air was freezing in the tunnel, and it wasn't long before her hands became very cold. Half of her wanted to put them into her new gloves, but the other part told her she had worked too hard for her to stain them with dirt. So she kept crawling.
It must have been more than fifteen minutes later that she crawled. There was nothing but dirt, rocks, and roots, until, several paces in front of her, the roof of the tunnel collapsed. She was sick of things almost falling on her: first the wall, now this. Frustrated, she yelled, "What now!"
Completely unexpectedly, a voice yelled back, "I don't know! I was just walking along a stupid alley, and fell in a freaking hole! What genius put this here, anyway!"
"Who is this?" the girl yelled, getting prepared to create a turn in her tunnel as an escape.
"The person who just fell in a hole! Who is this?"
The girl made no reply as she twisted herself around into her new route. Several feet later, dirt began snowing from the ceiling, followed by some metal clicking sounds. She had a split second to be confused until someone broke through from the surface and landed on top of her, swiftly pinning her down.
Blinded by the early morning light, it took the girl several blinks before she realized she was being held down by another girl. Her shoulders were being pinned by guns, one held in each of the other's hands. Her attacker had long blonde hair with small random braids on parts of it. She was clad in dark colors, and her style wouldn't look out of place in the slums of Central. Her bright, icy blue eyes were playful, assuming she had the upper hand.
She can't recognize me in the uniform. The other girl thought, already with an escape plan prepared. Still keeping her expression of sincere surprise, she inwardly smiled as the blonde spoke.
"What a military dog was doing underground, I don't know, but think twice before you go digging-"
"Hello Aryn," the girl cut her off as she twisted her leg free and gave her foe a sharp kick to the side. Aryn doubled over, swearing. The girl, faintly thankful she hadn't pulled the triggers, scrambled away on all fours, staggered to her feet, and started to run. Several strides later, she found herself on the ground once again, but not under Aryn's guns.