Somewhere in the darkness, a phone rings. "Yeah." The darkness comes to life as computer language appears and columns of numbers and symbols zoom by.
"Is everything in place?" The columns shift and change, becoming just ten columns. They're looking for something.
"You weren't supposed to relieve me."
"I know, but I felt like taking a shift." The first three columns suddenly stop, showing '312'. It's the area code for a phone number.
"You like her, don't you? You like watching her."
"Don't be ridiculous." Three more columns stop, showing '555'. Soon, the number will be known and...
"We're going to kill her, you know."
"Xelloss believes she is the One."
"Do you?" Two of the last four columns stop, '06'. Almost...
"It doesn't matter what I believe."
"You don't, do you." The last columns stop, '90'. '312-555-0690'.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
A little bit of panic seeps into the voice. "Are you sure this line is clean?"
Cool confidence. "Yeah, of course I'm sure."
"I better go." Click.
A small group of cops creep down a dark hallway with flashlights glowing, checking room numbers as they went. Once they reach room 303, they ready themselves on either side of the door as the biggest officer among them kicks open the door.
Inside the nearly empty room, they find only a foldup chair and table with a laptop and cellphone on it. Sitting in the chair is a small girl, her long blond hair falling over the back of the chair, her hands on the keyboard of the laptop computer. She's dressed in an uniform of black leather vest, jacket and pants.
"Freeze, police," yells the first cop that kicked down the door.
"Hands on your head," calls a second cop.
"Do it, now!" She narrows her eyes at the computer screen as she raises her hands behind her head.
Outside the building where a couple police cars are parked, a black sedan pulls up behind them. Out climb three Dragon Agents dressed in dark green business suits and wearing sunglasses, even though it's night. Each also is constantly hard-wired, a small earphone in the right ear. One has green hair that seemed to defy gravity; another has blond hair that fell halfway down her back; the last has shoulder-length blond hair and stands several inches taller than his comrades.
"Lieutenant!" The green-haired Agent steps forward towards the police officer in charge.
"Oh shit," the cop mutters to himself.
"Lieutenant, you were given specific orders."
"Hey, I'm just doin' my job. You give me that juris-my-diction crap and you can cram it up your ass," the cop looks at the Agent, obviously sick of taking orders from the guy.
"The orders were for your protection," the green-haired Dragon says slowly, as if to a child. The officer, though, laughs.
"I think we can handle one little girl," he says, looking back towards the building. "I sent two units, they're bringing her down now."
"No, lieutenant," the Agent replies, "Your men are already dead."
Back inside, the head officier pulls out a set of handcuffs. This is easy, what was the problem with one petite girl? But then --
With inhuman speed, the girl punches the cop open-handed, a burst of energy burning into his chest. He drops with a cry of pain, and the other police stare in shock. Then they come back to their senses and charge towards her.
She is amazingly fast, disabling the other three cops as well within seconds. Using their own weapons against them and a strange set of energy blasts from her fingers, the four cops are on the floor in moments. Looking around at her work, she picks up the cellphone and dials. "Xelloss, the line was traced, I don't know how."
"I know, they cut the hard line. You have no time, you're gonna have to get to another exit," replies a cool voice through the phone.
"Are there any agents," she asks, watching the door.
"Yes."
"God-dammit," she curses quietly.
"You have to focus, Seraya. There's a phone at Wells and Lake. You can make it." Ser nods, even if he can't see it.
"Alright."
"Go." She is out the door immediately.
Agent Valgarv heads for the alley as Agent Filia leads another group of cops into the hotel. They won't let her get away this time.
Seraya dashes down the hall, knowing she doesn't have a lot of time. She is considering the best path of escape when the Agent appears. Bullets follow soon after and she dives out a broken window onto a fire escape.
Outside, she glances down. There's Agent Valgarv, staring up at her. Up's the only available direction.
Racing across the roof, Seraya's chased by the female Dragon and several police officiers. When she makes it to the edge, she jumps to the next roof, movements graceful and smooth. The Agent matches the liquid motion, unlike the wild leaps of the cops she's leading.
Nearing the edge again, the next building is easily fourty feet away but Ser and the Dragon continue racing towards it. The police stop, expecting to see something messy. However, Ser jumps and glides through the air, ground beneath flowing under her. She lands, somersaults and starts running hard again. Agent Filia matches the move while the cops stare slack-jawed in disbelief.
"That's impossible!"
Now time is running out, the Dragon's catching up on her. Across the street, an even longer jump is a lit window glowing amongst the dark bricks of the building. Seraya pushes herself to run faster, aiming for the point of light.
Hurtling over the edge of the rooftop, she dives towards the window. The square of light grows as she flies over the street, holding her arms over her head until -- She crashes through the window, shards of glass following her as she rolls down a flight of stairs then stops against the wall at the bottom, coming up with two guns pointed at the busted window.
Seraya's breathing hard and shivering a little, visibly shaken. "Get up, Seraya. Just get up.. get up!" She pushes to her feet and runs, a little slower, towards the stairs.
On the roof still, the Dragon Agent touches her ear piece.
The street below is empty as Ser looks at a phonebooth on the street corner, absently scratching at a trail of blood down her left temple. Suddenly, the wheels of a dump truck squeal loudly as it U-turns and heads towards the booth. Seraya dashes out of her hiding spot and races the truck. The phone begins to ring.
Lights from the truck make the booth glow as it nears, Ser pushing herself despite cuts and bruises she's received. She jumps into the booth and answers the phone, looking up. The dump truck fills her vision.
And demolishes the booth, crushing it under it's massive weight. There's an icy moment of silence before the truck backs up and comes to a stop in the middle of the street, then Agent Valgarv steps down from the vehicle. He inspects the damage, eyes cold behind his sunglasses. There is no body. She escaped.
The Agent's jaw sets in frustration as Agents Filia and Milgasia step up behind him. "She got out."
"Does it matter? The informant is real," remarked the female Dragon.
"Yes, we have the name of their next target," adds the tallest Agent.
"The name is Lina."
"We'll need a search running," says Agent Valgarv.
"It's already begun," answers Agent Filia.