Warrior

Chapter 1

*Any blank spaces are names, corporations, teams etc. that have not been determined. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated*

Avona crouched on the roof, waiting for the truck. The truck was scheduled to come in the next ten minuets, it had a biochemical that was needed for the experiment to be completed. Sargent Neilhorn wouldn't tell Avona what experiment it was needed for, but that was no problem. Avona found out for herself.

An experiment was being conducted in Tokyo, Japan. The experiment was to be conducted to make a deadly weapon, a human with enhanced senses that would be used to spy and take down the *_________.

The truck pulled up, several men got out. Six. Avona shifted to get a better view. A man was getting a small silver briefcase our of the truck. The other five were shuffling, glancing nervously over their shoulders. Avona took quick metal notes, the man to the right was strong but obviously was too nervous to do much, so a good hit to the ribs would take care of him, make sure they are cracked. The man next to him wore glasses, but he kept squinting. That meant he couldn't really see past his chin putting him at a weak point. A strike to the temple would take care of him. Avona looked at the tallest of them, he was wiry but clenched his fist so it suggested that he had a good grip. Break the arm. The bigger man was eating a bag of chips, his strength was his weight. She would have to take him out with a taser. The last man was standing partially in front of the leader who's checking the contents. He was was a bigger man dressed smartly. His beady eyes scanned the area, watching everything. Avona studied him, his left leg was held in such away that suggested that it was hurt. If she could re-hurt the injury and crack his right knee, he was good.

"Hey Luke! I don't think Steve could stop eating for a second." The nervous one said to the wiry man. Both of the men laughed.

Avona leapt of the building, striking out at the man with glasses. Her foot hitting the side of his head knocking him unconscious. Avona dove towards the heavy man as the wiry man, Luke, lunged at her. She flexed her wrists, activating a taser hidden in her sleeves. The heavy man crumpled to the ground. A thick hand grabbed at her leg, crushing it. She cried out in pain as Luke pulled her towards him. She kicked him in the head, and he released her. Using the moment to advantage she twisted her feet around his arm and rolled away just as  the leader's apparent guard punched the ground. His knuckle split open, bleeding. He let out a groan. The wiry man slumped to the ground moaning in pain as he cradled his broken arm. The bigger man lunged again, she quickly dodged him, and kicked his left leg. He stumbled, giving Avona time to swing her leg out again, cracking his right knee. She hit several pressure points, causing him to hit the ground unconscious.

She looked up in time to see the last man running to the vehicle. Avona pulled a gun out and shot a feathered dart at the man who fell to the ground. Avona carefully got up, testing her leg. Ignoring the moans coming from the men. Walking over to the silver case, she picked it up opened it up, examining it's contents. Eight bottles were carefully stored in a foam protective.

"Ready for transportation. Subjects disabled. Two are injured, and one of the injured is with four others that are unconscious." Avona said into her ear piece.

"Well done. They will be picked up shortly. Take entrance 3225x." A woman's voice said over the communicator.

Avona nodded even though she knew the woman couldn't see her. Her black car raced down the alleyway, controlled through a code that was sent from Headquarters. It came to a stop a few feet her. She opened the door and swung in, placing the silver case in the seat next to her. She sped out of the alleyway.

"Good work Warrior. But you should have avoided the injury." A cold woman said in Avona's ear piece.

"Yes Sargent Neilhorn." Avona said quietly. "But the bruising should be healed within two days."

"I expect no longer. Come to my office after you deliver the case."

Avona just sped the car up. Reaching her detonation in just a few short minuets, she pulled into an old mall centre. Nothing was running, just empty bag spaces. Avona counted, thirteenth row, twelfth space. She parked. "Let me in." She said pressing her ear, activating the piece. The parking space moved under her, taking her underground. As soon as the car was in place, Avona stepped out. She walked up to the door. She pulled out a metal chain from around her neck, she held it over the scanner.

"Subject 327Warrior submitted. Access granted." A robotic voice said as a metal sliding door opened. Inside was a white office. A high tech desk was right in the middle of the room, more sliding doors were circled all around. Several white chairs were placed comfortably around the room. A man was seated behind the desk. He wore the trainee uniform, a light grey suit with a black belt that contained a taser gun and a radio. 

Avona walked straight up to the front desk. "Deliver to Commander X."

"Yes, right away." A man said, his startled brown eyes peered at her. He paused. "What unit are you? You don't have any official uniform." 

Avona knew her uniform wasn't the standard. It was meant to look slightly civilian. A black jacket over a black tank top. Her pants looked jeans, but were manufactured to fit her body and have a high flexibility. She had several guns, all hidden in her jacket, and tasers in her sleeves. Of course she didn't look normal. "I was on a special operation." She took of her necklace, and held it to a scanner. It beeped with confirmation. "I am Warrior."