Department Of Precrime

Washington, DC

The Year 2054

Young Woman, is walking into the Precrime building, her long dark brown hair; had some light purple highlights. Milk pale skin; dark brown eyes. Black clothes, long black shoulder length, sleeve shirt, black pants with cuts and tears in them. Black heels booties, her black leather jacket. Her hair is in a high up ponytail. Her black finger less gloves, which show off her black nail polish. No one says hi, to the young woman. Talking among themselves; she had gotten pretty uses to it. Going into the break room; make the coffee pots and made herself a hot cup of tea. Taking it up; to the team area. She saw paperwork and reports on her desk. No, surprise there, but was really looking forward to leaving Precrime in just two days. Thinking about visiting her Grandfather Bruce Wayne in Gotham City. She had, never meet him. But was really, happy to finally meeting the man. Who had adopted her father; the city he grew up in.

Working on the reports, for her leader Gordon Fletcher. Fletcher wasn't a bad looking man; he was quite handsome in his own way. But, he unfortunately he turned out to be an asshole. He don't treat her very fair, he had ordered her to make the coffee and write reports. Scott and Evanna, were treated with better respect then, she was. But, if only they knew the truth, about whose daughter; she really was. It wouldn't, make a difference anyway. By the time, a new team mate took her place. Been long gone by then, getting all of her, paperwork together. The reports, she were working on. Saw that Fletcher, was here early this morning. Which don't, surprise her at all. Continue typing on her computer, without looking up.

All of the team members, had arrived looking over at everyone gathered around Fletcher desk. Expect for her; never felt like part of the team. Cause, they excluded her from everything. Whispering to herself; "they kiss, his ass way too much." Going back to her typing, of course they got a red ball, everyone left her all by herself. Which was completely, fine with her.

Tomorrow was going to be, the start of a new chapter in her life. Good-Bye Mia Grey, Back to her real name Maya Grayson.

Seven hours later

After everyone calls it, a night. Getting her things, very slowly and picking up her black leather jacket and her motorcycle helmet. Grabbing, a little bit of her things from her desk. Only had a few things, she brought with her. Her favorite tea, her cup, few pictures and her journal. Her desk, looked very bare, with almost nothing on it. Don't feel sad, angry or hurt. Just freedom, tomorrow would be her last day completely. She had a really, big smile on her face. Walking outside of the building,

The rain is pouring, going into the parking garage and finding her motorcycle. Pulling her backpack close and everything, looking around and putting on her helmet. Starting up her motorcycle; she starts to take off. Heading a long way to a building, she brought with her own money.

But would put it up for sell, after all a company was thinking about buying the land. She would sell the building; afterwards it was going to be a long drive to Gotham City. But, was very excited about starting a new job or two and a new life.

Getting to her dark place, had gotten inside with her motorcycle. After turning off the engine, kicking her stand. Getting off her helmet and jacket off. The Movers will be coming by 6:00 am; in the morning. She had everything, was picked up almost. Just needed to get the bed; her bathroom and the rest of her clothes packed up. Plus, some exercise equipment too.

Getting out of her work clothes; putting on her workout clothes and wraps her wrists and hands up.

Going down to her small workout gym, she turns on some music working on her hand to hand combat moves. Worked on her gymnastics and acrobatic. Her powers are needing, some real work. Everything, that her parents; friends and others teach her too. Doing a couple of kicking spinning and moving around.

After her workout, going to her shower washing up and wearing her pajamas. Eating a very light meal; getting few more things packed up. Still have a bit of things left. Decided to go to bed. Looking around her place one last time.

Early the very next morning

The movers, showed up and got all of her stuff moved out. Getting ready for her; last day at work. Riding her motorcycle; speeding up and missing traffic. Got to work on time; had everything ready to go. See her bare desk, but she just smiles and finished up the report and paperwork. Putting them on Fletcher desk; left them on top of his desk. Grab a styrofoam cup, she gets some hot water and puts her last tea bag in it. She would be leaving at 3:00 pm. Be good ridden to everyone.

8:35 am

Fletcher, shows up and picked up the report and paperwork. He sits in his chair; is reading the report. Knott's arrived second, he is over at Fletcher desk. Both of them, are talking with each other. Rolling her eyes at the sight of them. Just typing away at her computer; not paying attention to anyone. Turns to look see everyone of the team; is at Fletcher desk. Shaking her head; getting back to work.

2:45 pm

The team got another red ball, so, they left afterwards. This was her chance, getting the last few of her things into a small box. Getting up and dropping the report and paperwork off. At Fletcher desk; and putting on her jacket, grabs her motorcycle helmet and her small box. Started walking down the ramp. Passing by everyone, who was giving her a weird look. But she don't, say a thing to anyone continue on walking very fast. By the time, she made to her motorcycle; got her helmet on and gloves. She tosses few things away, then start to take off. Not looking back, only forward.