Vigilance: Revolution

Recruiting oddballs- Prologue

The only sound that echoed within the training room are loud punches that impacted the hard and stiff punching bag, hanging loosely by a chain connected to the ceiling. The fighter couldn't stop, she had to be able to endure the pain in her fist and continue to have stamina to keep on. It didn't matter to her if her knuckles began to swell and soon blood would start to trickle out.

It wasn't until her cellphone started to ring that forced the female to stop brutally beating the large bag. "Hm. Guess it's time." The female softly sighed as she grabbed a small towel placed on the wooden bench where her phone was also located on top of. From there she wiped the sweat drops that began to form around her forehead as she walked out of the dimly lit room. Today was suppose to be a big day for her. Or at least she thought it is.

After the fall of the towers, she had scouted for potential assets to help her in the field. She maybe somewhat outdated on what the currently military spec-ops do, but she still has a few tricks up her sleeves and old combat tactics she had learned and created over the years. Fifteen years of searching and scouting had finally come to an end when she narrowed it down to three other women that had the traits, skills, and abilities to help her win this war against terrorism.

"Hmm. Computer," the girl spoke out loud as she circled around a rectangular table, whose surface was pitch black before lighting up to an electric blue color," show me the recent status on the first asset." The owner of the holographic projection table took a seat on a swivel chair and looked at the blue hologram that was displayed above the table.

"Franz is currently roaming the streets of the city, and consequently lingering around her favorite bakery near Central Park." A voice spoke back in a monotone way, the voice having a feminine British accent. The blue image was showing the girl a real time areal view of where Franz is at. The map the converted back to a blue hologram of Elizabeth

"She doesn't have anything actually important to do today, correct?" The owner of the table questioned once more as she reached for her Glock 9, checking it throughly to ensure that it was prepared for combat.

"Affirmative. All plans have been canceled fir the next twenty-four hours." The image of Franz flickered twice before minimizing and disappearing after a second. Franz image was replaced by a satellite image of New York City, and everything that moved, whether it was a bus or a car, bicycle riders or pedestrians, it was all in real time again. "I suggest to move in as quickly as possible before the target created any new plans."

"Alright. I'm on it." The girl stood up, placing her sidearm on the holster it belongs in. She twirled an extendable baton before clipping it on her belt. She couldn't go around with anything bigger or better, but this will do enough.