• If this damn eye-pieces scale didn't stop flickering and the piece that made noise didn't stop beeping, she'd be smashing it into pieces relatively soon. She grumbled, ran her hand through her hair, and then looked around. Why was she here? Oh, right. Defeating that ********.

    Any who.....

    So she turned off the blasted device, her irritable expression proving her to be very frustrated, as it made it's final act of disobedience, the glow of the screen dying, as it was pocketed in the dark, forest green coat, and shoved away from her mind for now. She wouldn't need it any time soon.

    No threat.

    Status:
    Time: 19:19
    Attitude: Angry
    Temperature: 95 degrees
    Location: Grand View Plaza, second floor, room 139.
    Log: No sign of target yet. But still looking, will report back after sighting.


    She continued walking, her feet softly making the muffled sounds of heel-less boots, the soft spandex of her leggings barely motioning her existence. The only loud sound coming from her would be the swish of her jacket. She walked out of the room, looking around. It was relatively late in the business office, a dilapidated ruin of what used to be a bright and luminous erection in the heart of the business district. The Grand View... Should be renamed "Former Grand View" or "Anti-Grand View". The buildings views over the years had been blotted out by taller, more luminous buildings.

    Of course, the man in question would love to argue against her ideas. He'd let his building fall into ruin, and he himself had as well. But in his ruin he had become corrupt and lawless, and it was her job to correct this.

    Bingo.

    Status:
    Time:20:01
    Attitude: Content
    Temperature: 95 degrees
    Location: Grand View Plaza, second floor, west hall.
    Log: Target spotted. He seems to be with a woman, about 5'6, blonde, green eyes. I am currently un-sighted. I shall act, then report.


    She crept, no, inched, towards the pair. From the looks of the girl, she was loaded, in more ways then one. The well endowed woman blinked when one of the approaching steps came to hard, and looked toward her. From her perch behind a heavy oak door, Grace sucked in a breath, her lips pursing around her breath to keep it in her throat, tongue pressing to the roof her mouth. She let the breath out silently through her nose, and stood very still.

    She new that blond....

    Damnit. Another lawless individual. But this individual had only broken one law, but this law no one else could break.

    She had broken Graces heart, and that, to grace, was to her breaking the greatest law, and the punishment was death. Graces hands found her eyepiece, returned it to her tattooed face, and then closed her eyes. When the reopened, a singular eye blinked back at her from the crack in the door, and the head it belonged to nodded, the shard of the woman's lips twisting into a knowing smile. The door swung open, and Graces fingers went to her gun. Before she could act, the blond had her pinned.

    Grace said nothing, her eyes stayed stationary on the blonds, and Graces hands stayed on her gun.

    "...Miriam... Off me... Now..." She said, her voice flat, dead, lifeless. The man had stood, noticing her eyepiece, and growled. Grace new he'd call a goon, or even worse, get his weapon. She began to pray, asking forgiveness of every soul she'd sent to the after life.

    Miriam grinned, and lowered her face. She kissed the others cheek, and kissed away what had began to form- a tear. She then moved to let her up, but pressed a gun into Graces rib-cage, right between her breast and the precipice of her collar bone.

    "Miriam... you... wouldn't?" She said, but felt a brief, flashing pain against the side of her head, and nothing more.

    Blackness..


    Failure to report. Sending desired search crew.


    Sudden flashing lights woke her. The blinking of her eyepiece and beeping, the message clearly stating help was arriving...

    She wouldn't get the help though... She planned on it. Miriam had pretended to threaten shooting her, her target knocked her out, and she woke in a bright room, tied to a chair. She sighed and closed her eyes, disabling the message center on her eyepiece. She mumbled to herself, relaxed, and waited for her impending doom....

    Transmission over