When Makena awoke, her nose was immediately assaulted with the smell of dead and rotting meat. Opening her eyes, she looked around, but saw that there was no difference from when they were closed. She then had the feeling of pressure in her head. She tried to move her hands to look for her weapon, but found that they were bound together behind her back. She tried to wriggle around, and heard the sound of chains rattling together.

   She was trapped. Tied and hung upside down from the ceiling. In a dark room that reeked of something foul.

   "So you're finally awake," a voice said to her. It came from somewhere to her left.

   That was when she remembered about the man in the building with her. Guess he wasn't with the Government if he was here with her.

   When Makena said nothing, the man snorted. "There's no point talking to you is there, Silent Warrior?" The way in which he said her title, made it sound as if he was mocking her. As if he thought that she was joke.

   Ignoring him, Makena moved her hands around, trying to find the hole where the key would fit on her cuff.

   Hearing the rattling of the chains, the man said to her, "There's no point in trying to escape. It won't work." His voice was tired, as if he had tried, but nothing worked.

   But Makena never gave up, no matter what. She felt around for what felt like a while, but found nothing there except for smooth metal, and a small square that was big enough for a finger to fit on there. That was when she found out that it was a fingerprint key. A specific pattern could only open and close it.

   No wonder he had given up. There was no way he could've escaped.

   But Makena had something that he hadn't. Which was a weapon. Even though it had seemed like they had taken all their equipment, they hadn't taken the one thing that Makena always relied on. Her arms.

   She concentrated and felt her index finger morph into a small laser beam. She directed it to the middle of the cuff, and slowly drew a line on it. She smelt the metal burning as it melted from the laser.

   Also smelling it, the man struggled. "What the hell is that?" His paranoia had kicked in, and his thought were swaying to the idea that the Government were trying to burn them alive in the room.

   Makena felt the cuffs loosen, and finally, her wrists were free. They dropped to the floor with a clank that echoed in the silence.

   "What was that?" the man hissed.

   Makena ignored him, and lifted her upper body so that her hands were now at her feet. Immediately, she felt the blood rush out of her head, and felt dizzy. After a while, she started working on the cuffs at her feet. When it was finally melted in half, gravity took over and Makena came tumbling to the ground.

   As her back hit the floor, her breath rushed out of her and she was left winded. Makena lay there for a few seconds, taking big gulps of air to regain her breath. I really did not think this through, she thought to herself.

   "Hey. What're you doing?" the man demanded. He was still up there, dangling upside down.

   Escaping. What did it look like? Makena scoffed in her head. She stood and dusted herself off, transforming the laser beam back into a finger.

   She looked around, hoping that her heightened sight would get used to the dark. When she could start to see outlines of things, she smiled. Her training had paid off. She walked not to two steps, when there was the sound of a door opening, and a man's voice echoed through the room.

   "Well, well, well," it said.

   Makena froze. She wasn't sure what she should do. Had the new comer seen her yet? Suddenly, the lights flashed on, and the man let out a gasp as he saw that there was only one hanging from the ceiling. His eyes darted around until they landed on the girl.

   "Hey!" he shouted at her. Then regaining his composure, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. "Prisoner escaping. I repeat, prisoner --"

   Makena extended her arm and shot the man in the neck, interrupting his speech. He fell to the ground, dropping the radio.

   She ran over to it, and stomped on it, breaking off the voice on the other end. It wouldn't be long until the other guards would come and find her gone.

   "Hey, help me!" the man yelled.

   Makena turned and saw the man still dangling. She run over to him, then jumped, grabbing the chain in the process. She extended her laser, and started to melt away at the cuffs, first his hands, and then his legs. As the ones at his feet came off, he fell. But then at the last moment, he rolled, and softened the landing.

   Damn, Makena thought to herself. She jumped down and started to run out the door, not caring if the man was going to follow or not. He wasn't her problem. She flung open the door, only to crash into another guard as she ran in. Makena cursed and slashed her arm out, changing it into a blade at the last moment so that it sliced her. The guard dropped, and Makena ran out into the corridor.

   She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know where to go. But she knew that she had to run. She had to get away from this place. Her original mission would have to wait until later. Right now, she had to find a way out of here. To go home, and find out how they were expecting her. Unless the man was their original target, and she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

   If that was the case, then she'd have to find out who the man was, and see what kind of connection he had to the Government. And if he would join her to take down them. But she highly doubted it, considering the way in which he had said her name when he was talking to her.

   Disregarding her thoughts, she continued running, slipping past guards that she could, and if one saw her, then she killed them, leaving them on the floor as they bled.

   By now, she had killed so many people that she didn't care if they had families or someone waiting for them. She would just end their life, acting like a mindless zombie who knew nothing else.

   She was at the stairs now, the same one where she had been drugged by the sleeping gas. There were those doors where she had met the man, and the other door which led to the flight of stairs to take her down.

   Makena looked around, seeing swarms of guards spreading out and others yelling orders. Lots of them were coming out of the doors that stood at the end of the hallway. Maybe there was something important in there, she thought to herself.

   She considered trying to sneak in, but a voice broke into her thoughts.

   "Hey! Over there!" There was a flurry of footsteps as the guards turned and ran after her.

   Taking this as her cue to leave, Makena ran out the door and down the stairs. Some followed her, their heavy footfalls banging against the steps. Listening to the footsteps, she could tell that not all the guards sere there. So that meant that there were some staying behind, and some going on the elevator.

   She knew she had to get away, but there was no way she'd be able to get to the bottom floor and out before the guards came. Unless... she didn't go to the bottom floor at all.

   As the plan was forming in her head, Makena ran, pushing opened doors and leaving them to fool the guards. When she approached the door which would lead to the apartment she was in before, she opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her. She hid so that the entrance was next to her.

   After a few minutes, the door opened and three guards came in, wary for a trap.

   Makena jumped out, her hands already knives. She stabbed the one closest to her, spun, and felled the other. She retracted the knives, her hands becoming hands again. While Makena was busy with the two guards, the third had come up behind and grabbed her.

   "I've got you now!" he cried in triumph.

   Makena twisted herself around so that she could try and dislodge the man, but he was holding on too tight. But it wouldn't last long. With no warning to the man, he was instantly flipped on the ground as Makena stood above him. She knelt before him, her hand on his neck as a bullet shot out of her palm.

   Standing, she cocked her head to the side, listening for sounds of running footsteps, but heard nothing. After she was positive that there was no one no longer around, she ran for the window in which she had first entered the building.

   As she approached the window, a shot rang out through the room and a sharp pain hit her shoulder blade. Turning around, she saw a woman standing there, her bathrobes around her, and a gun in hand. Behind her was the little girl that Makena had seen upon entering.

   "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" the woman yelled. She cocked her gun, raising it slightly so that it was now pointed to her head.

   Realizing there was no other way out, Makena lifted her hands, a universal sign for surrender.

   "What are you doing here?"

   Cursing herself silently, she spoke, "I'm just looking for a way out."

   The woman froze, her eyes widening quickly. "Y-You're a girl!"

   Running backwards, Makena launched herself out the window, turning midway so that she could see where she was falling. With no other equipment on her, she grabbed the nearest lamp post and swung herself onto the roof of a house.

   The lady was going to call the government, telling them that the Silent Warrior was in her house. She was going to tell them that she had run north. And she was going to tell them that the Silent Warrior was not a man.

   And there was nothing Makena could do but run.

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