TheDarkestShinobi: since its already written i can pop em out quicker YAY! Review please! I want to know if i should continue to branch or stick with the ones I've been writing

Chapter Start:

"Eagle?"

Static.

"Eagle this is Panther come in."

Nothing.

"Marty?"

Christie threw down the communicator with a scream. They must've gotten to her. She rested her head in her hand. How was she supposed to do this without tech support? She felt the couch lower and looked to the side to see her panther trying to comfort her. She pressed a few keys on her computer and found a flashing message.

That was odd. It was like her computer had been hacked.

Before she could decide what to do it opened. It was a camera screen showing a pretty girl with brown hair and grey eyes, she looked a little nervous and Christie could tell that this was made a few months ago.

"Hey, this is Eagle. I am showing you my face as a sign of trust and because, well, if you're getting this message it really doesn't matter if you know what my face looks like." She paused, moving a piece of hair behind her ear and then a hand was moved to the camera and the screen went black. Christie closed her eyes and shook her head before hearing the feed come back again. This looked like a more recent message, the girl seemed more confident and hardened and much more like the woman she had worked with.

"It's alright, I mean I expected this when I decided to work with you Panther, it's why I've trained another to fill my place. I, I always expected to go first. His code name will be up to you, although I called him Raven and I left the information in a place only you will be able to get to, just in case this message has been intercepted. I will never give you up honey, so you're safe unless you mess up."

Christie could feel the rage building in her veins.

"I don't expect you to avenge me but I know you will want to and without my tech help where would you be?" She sighed. "The key has always been in a magnet underneath your car, they will let you in under you birth name, and yes I've known for a bit. You'll find everything on every case there although I know you keep an item from every kill, I never did understand why. Anyway back to business,"

Christie leaned forward on the couch, her elbows resting on her knees and her eyes intently watching the scene before her.

"My successor will find you. I've trained him well enough."

There was a long pause as the girl on the screen seemed to swallow something, she looked away, then back to the camera. Her eyes were shining but she didn't cry, instead she looked down.

"I'm sorry I failed you, as that's what sending this message means. It was an honor to work with you."

The key was exactly where she said it would be. Christie stood and inspected the key in her hand; this would help her get the information she needed. She shook her head; even now Marty was doing her job. It was her who had failed the other.

She put the key on a key ring and clipped it to her belt buckle. She was now in a blue fire T-Shirt and black jeans. She needed to be casual. Climbing into the driver's seat she put on her seatbelt and turned on the car, she rested her head on the steering wheel for a minute to compose herself; she had a job to do. Mourning would have to wait until everyone in that fucking place died. She backed out of the driveway and sped down the street.

Panther hates running into people, when she goes to get my things she'll be there the very second those doors open.

He sat on his black motorcycle and watched the doors of the building. It was huge with no identification. It had at least 30 floors and all the buildings next to it paled in comparison. It would open in-he checked his watch-three minutes. She would be there soon enough. He clenched his fist and two drops fell on the bike. He shuddered in pain as everything inside him seemed to burn. His teacher, the closest person to him in the world, his best friend, was taken from him.

He got a little email with a message from her that he had played over and over again just to hear the sound of her voice. He would play it on mute just to watch her without having to hear the morbid message she had given him. He had no skills to avenge her, but from what he had heard over the months of Panther he was sure she did, he would run tech support, and all the bastards responsible would pay with their God dammed lives, and if God didn't condemn them than he would.

He would condemn them all.

Christie pulled into the space reserved for her and up to the building she had earned access to being involved in the DOA tournament. She had shown her ID to enter the building and then again to get to one of the fighters floors, a third to get into her space with a fingerprint ID, and even then Donavan called to make sure her voice checked out.

As soon as she walked into her bedroom she saw a suitcase on her bed, she walked up to it and saw that there was an envelope on top of it. It was addressed to Christie. She opened it and unfolded the letter.

Dear Christie,

First off, don't worry about how I got this in here or how long it's been here for; it'll just give you a headache. This has everything on everything we've done together, seems tiny right? I thought so when I was packing it. I've trained my successor well and if he did what he's supposed to he'll be by your car when you get out. Anyway the file you want has a red seal, the people we are up against are organized so even if he gets on your nerves remember you need him as much as you needed me. Trust me, I wouldn't recommend you going against them, but I've never been able to stop you.

I pray you'll be careful and cautious. It would be a shame if they got to you too. The files are self-explanatory. My boy can get you anything I didn't that you need, he can be your eyes, you just have to find the window of opportunity. My advice would be the upcoming meeting with the Daimyo, since this company is trying so hard to move into Japan.

I guess this is the last you'll ever hear from me. Good bye and good luck.

Love,

Marty

She refolded the letter and slipped it back into the envelope. She then sat down on the bed opening the suitcase. Eagle was right, everything was pretty self-explanatory. She closed the top with a click before walking to a closet and kneeling underneath the drapes of the closet, she pulled up the fake floor, there was a second suitcase in the hidden space and she pulled it up with a positively predatory look in her eyes.

She walked out of her room with the two suitcases. Only the guards gave her a second look but none of them stopped her, which was well, it wouldn't do to have them find her stash. When she exited the building she stopped with a smirk on her lips, leaning against her car was a pale skinned black haired man wearing loose fitting jeans and a black leather jacket. He locked gazes with her and she admired eyes that were so dark they appeared to be black. It would have its advantages when staring down an enemy.

"Get the hell off my car."

He stood up straight and uncrossed his ankles, his head tilted slightly and he put his hands in his pockets before shrugging.

"It's a nice ride, reminds me of a panther."

She continued walked before putting the suitcases down and pulling out a car key. The car opened and she put the suitcases in the backseat.

"Reminds me of a Raven."