Author's Note: Heyy guys, just making sure you all re-read chapter 1, it's the real chapter now, not the teaser. I did change a large portion of it.

In any case, here's chapter two :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or anything remotely associated with it.

So I waited, a long time. After twenty minutes I was uncomfortable, after forty I was squirming and after ninety minutes I was ready to throw myself off the I-beam. I kept telling myself it was worth it though. It was better to get in early and wait than to not get in, or have some unexpected trouble and be late.

I was starting to fall asleep when I heard the first noises. I was broken off in mid-yawn and instantly snapped to attention. Thirty feet below me, and out of my sight behind boxes to the left and right I heard chains jingle and doors open.

Two groups of men strolled in simultaneously. One from the left, and one from the right; one from the west and one from the east.

I leaned in closer and was tempted to ask Near, 'Are you getting this?' but I couldn't risk speaking and we had already determined that he was getting everything he needed to.

The group on the felt was more or less facing me. I could see all of their faces, and I almost wished I couldn't; they weren't much to look at. There were five of them, all ripped with the type of muscles that come from a bottle and not from hard work. All of them could've used a trip to the dentist and all of them had been to the tattoo parlour one too many times. The lead guy had a shaved head and a half a dozen piercings in his face; the one I assumed to be his second in command had just as many pricings, but also had a ponytail of long and greasy black hair, he was the one holding the briefcase.

The group coming in from the right I really couldn't see very well; I was staring at their backs. As a whole they all seemed to be slimmer and marginally shorter, but I couldn't really make a good call on heights when I was thirty feet in the air. Four of them were wearing black hoodies, all with the hoods up. One of the hooded characters was carrying a briefcase, and so was the guy I took to be their leader.

When my eyes fell over him I all but had a heart attack. My lungs hitched and locked and my heart went into arrhythmia. I felt my stomach in my throat as stared down at the choppy blonde hair that was twisting out from under his hood and his slight frame.

'That's just not possible,' I mouthed silently as I checked over their main man. I shook my head violently from side to side to shake the absurd thoughts from my mind. 'Breathe, just breathe,' I ordered myself and resisted choking on air. 'It just isn't possible,' I told myself bitterly as my breathing slowed, 'get over it, and do your job.'

I shook my head once more and stared down at the briefcases... there were three of them. One would hold money, one would hold the object of my interest, and I had no idea what the other briefcase held.

I didn't have to wait long to find out. While the two gang leaders closed the distance between themselves to talk quietly, the hooded one opened his briefcase. It appeared to hold nothing more than a sophisticated laptop. There was a visual screen and a keyboard. The man held the briefcase one-handed as he tapped away on the keys. I watched silently as dialogue boxes I couldn't read flashed up on the screen. I decided whatever he was working on wasn't as important as my mission and refocused my attention on the two men in the middle.

The muscled one motioned for his partner to bring over his briefcase. He clicked it open in front of the blonde and I saw stacks and stacks of money. As great as it would have been to take both briefcases, I now knew which one I needed to get my hands on; the one the blonde was carrying. That was my objective.

'Turn around. Turn around... ,' I shouted in my head at the blonde.

Suddenly, the one with the laptop stepped forward. He turned the briefcase he was staring into to his leader. They both glanced into it for just a moment... and then all hell broke loose.

The blonde spun around like I had been willing him too, the only thing was, he had a gun in his hand. I saw the light catch and reflect on the polished metal just a split second before the light I was perched over got blown out with a bullet.

I yelped in shock at the noise and shattered glass, and then again as the next two bullets flew past me. The third time I yelped it was in pain. Burning hot metal scored against my left cheek and I was rocked backward with the force. Normally that wouldn't have been terrible. In any normal situation I would have just tipped over... the only thing was that in any normal situation I would have been on solid ground and not balancing on an iron girder a half a foot wide, thirty feet in the air.

I shrieked with fear and my cry resounded through the building as the force and shock from the bullet tipped me over the edge of the I-beam and knocked my glasses off. They clattered to the floor below me.

It only took me a fraction of a second to consider the following facts. Gravity accelerated objects at a rate of 32 feet/second/second. I would fall 32.2 feet in the first second on my way towards the floor, but that was a moot point because I had only thirty feet to fall. Upon hitting the concrete floor from thirty feet in the air at a rate of acceleration of 32 feet/second/second my body would crush itself on impact. It would be a miracle if I survived.

Thankfully it also only took me a fraction of a second to regain my composure and have enough sense to reach out and grab the girder as it flew past me. I cried out again as I latched onto the bottom of the I-beam with shaking fingers and hands.

Adrenaline, like electricity coursed through my veins and I became hyperaware of everything going on. A barrage of gunfire erupted and echoed in the emptiness of the warehouse. Indiscriminate shouting turned the whole place chaotic. I felt bullets whiz past me; not good. If I was hit in the leg or waist I might be fine. If I was hit in an arm, or anywhere where vital organs were placed, well I was screwed.

I fought to pull myself up, back onto the beam. Swinging there like I was, I was a sitting duck. I hoisted myself up and worked a second to get my balance and steady my breathing and shaking hands. Then I stood up and took off running. My speed was a mix of hastiness to get out of the building, but also caution because the I-beams were only so wide, and because I couldn't freaking see anything. My glasses were gone.

"Don't let her escape!"

"Stop her!" I heard between gunshots.

"Hey, wait a minute!" someone shouted as an apparent afterthought. The voice seemed to click at some ancient memory bank in the back of my mind, but there was no way I was sticking around to see what was going on. The bullets were still flying past.

I was lucky though. It sounded like the shooters were all using handguns; Glocks I guessed, or maybe semi-automatics. Those types of guns were fine in and of themselves, but really only useful for close ranges, and stationary targets. Thirty feet in the air and skirting around like a madwoman it would take a lucky shot or an expert to hit me. And if these guys were buying a bomb to do their dirty work, they probably weren't experts in guns.

I jumped from I-beam to I-beam trying to make my way back to the service entrance before I got hit. Assuming there were ten men, each with one Glock at seventeen rounds each that was one hundred and seventy bullets. Experts or not, it was only a matter of time before I got hit with that 'lucky shot'. I had to make it to the roof. Once I was on the roof there would be another problem though. I would be surrounded. There was only one way to get down and I'd be an open target if any one of the men inside made it to the ladder before I could get down.

I pulled myself through the opening and onto the roof. The gravel crunched under my boots as I raced for the west side of the building.

"Jewel. Jewel come in," my earpiece buzzed and cracked. There was more static than actual words in my ears. I figured any number of things could have gone wrong with the connection during the chaos in the building.

"Send in the backup!" I shouted into my communicator as I risked a glance over the edge of the building. I saw men pouring themselves out of the steel doors and a split second later I saw men dressed like members of a S.W.A.T. team running after them.

And then I saw it; a mess of blonde hair. The man was running away from me, towards a motorbike and he was still holding the briefcase. Score.

I grabbed onto the metal side rails of the emergency ladder and let myself slide all the way down to the ground. I hit a little more heavily than I would have liked, but it wasn't anything that was about to slow me down. I heard the motorcycle start up twenty yards away and made a B-line for it.

I was lucky I put the best part of the last eleven years into training. I caught the motorbike before it could get up to speed and was able to reach out and grab the briefcase that had been hastily and carelessly tied down on the back. The ties gave easily under my force, but there was more I needed. I had the briefcase; I could work on my own private agenda now.

"HEY!" I shouted behind me at one of the S.W.A.T. members who was clambering up behind me. I tossed the briefcase at him, made sure he had caught it, and then tore after the blonde leader who was getting away.

The traffic was heavy, but the sidewalks were light and I was running alongside the motorcycle inside of a minute.

It made an unexpected sharp turn left and I had to dart into oncoming traffic from both directions to continue my pursuit. Blaring horns and screeching brakes echoed behind me as continued after the bike.

The cyclist made it onto an emptier street and after a moment it was a block ahead of me and making another left. I decided to take a chance and turn left where I was, hoping that I would be able to catch up with it the next street over.

I had gambled correctly, and caught back up with my prey in no time at all.

The chase continued for another five blocks. My lungs were ready to bust but I wouldn't stop, my legs were ready to collapse beneath me but I wouldn't give up the chase. With one final burst of speed and agility I leapt at the side of the bike and sent it, its rider and myself tumbling and scraping onto the sidewalk.

I was panting and wheezing, and could barely lift myself off the pavement but I managed I crawl over to the unmoving cyclist as wary pedestrians shifted out of the way of the wreck.

With my bloody and road burned arms I pulled at the riders helmet.

I tore it off and stared at the face of a man I didn't know.

"SHIT!"

Author's Note: Ooh! What's going to happen next? Ha-ha, you can't hate, you know you love cliff-hangers ;P