I wonder how my baby is doing? Is she warm? Is she hungry? Does she cry for me?, thoughts like these ran through the young woman's mind as she searched for her quarry. The two girls she had saved earlier had somehow given her the slip. She shook her head, wondering just how they had achieved this.
"Slippery little..." she stopped, hearing something in the distance. Something familiar, elusive.
She frowned, turning her attention in that direction, trying to find what it was that had caught her attention.
It was something that didn't belong on this planet. Not. At. All.
Blasterfire.
She ran along the darkened streets, freeing her own blaster from its place hidden beneath her jacket. As she ran, she could see eyes peering frightened from behind closed and darkened windows. She shook her head, this is NOT good. Not for the first time this mission, her hand itched to hold a blast-sword.
The whine of blasterfire grew louder in her ears, as did the sound of ricochet. She could hear people screaming in terror, anger, and... something else. She skidded to a stop at the end of one alleyway, her eyes widening in horror at what she saw.
A young woman was rising into the air, only the panicked look in her eyes attesting to the fear she felt.
She wished she hadn't looked that way, just then. That she had looked elsewhere - but she found her eyes cemented to the spot where the young woman hung in the air.
Things happened as though in slow motion. Lasers blasted the woman's body from all directions, her body jerking as her muscles tore and spasmed. Her eyes rolled back into her head before shutting, and still she hung there limp as the blasts tore holes through her clothing.
Her eyes darted about, taking in the scene. The shots came from both sides, those in one direction all bearing the blood red of a kill setting. In the opposite direction, nearly all were the cold blue of stun.
But not all. She heard a scream, she looked to see a man, one who had been shooting a killing blaster, running for the woman, bend to her, speaking to the unconscious form, pleading for some sign of life to present itself. She saw another man arrive, younger, and the first man stood.
The shadows seemed to tear themselves away from their casters, wrapping themselves around the unusually tall man, like living creatures, as he stood. An ice cold feeling shivered down her spine as she saw his opponents fly away, then pull themselves to their feet, screaming as they ran.
Believing these Agents, for she recognised them now, to be in control of things, she turned to go. And stopped as another, much more familiar man, stepped into her way.
He put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes asking her to stay, "Cheriss."
Her own voice was soft in its reply, "Raymond."