Her conspiring coworkers had become demons stranded in the depths of their own personal hell, giving her the briefest sense of self-satisfaction. Was this following queasy feeling in her stomach due to the sacrificial lambs she sought and salivated over? The sickness of seeing the same stretch of skyscrapers for scenery? Or simply scorn for the scumbags shtick? She continuously took deep breaths, refusing to black out on the asphalt. The screeching of tires and horns screaming into her ears, didn’t cease her reckless charge ahead. Scarlett blazed past a red light intersection, as respecting law and safety concerns of the aimless gatherings were the last things on her already overcrowded mind. From an outsider's perspective the quivering motorcycle appeared far more fearful than the driver. Fortunately, the overall decent road conditions were a literal saving grace, but the weather was irrelevant to her. She felt the overwhelming darkness stalking her from above, the dense atmosphere was still suffocating, like Scarlett was in the eye of the storm. She was exhausted after all the on-foot travel and the several fights for her life, but it wasn’t just her body that suffered a beating tonight. Her tight grasp of the motorbike’s handles were the only thing keeping herself upright, her determination in seeking her destination somehow overcame physical limitations. A flickering flame of straw trying to navigate through a hurricane. 

Doubt striking her hard like lightning, the shock of revelations coursing through every beat of her pounding heart. The proverbial light at the end of the tunnel might not even exist, and the length seemed interminable. What if her report didn’t help locate anyone associated with Lieutenant Davison, would it actually get her any closer to achieving her revenge? Why was the information on that paper put there in the first place? Perhaps, it was a message left for another group or individual? Regardless, it was nearly guaranteed that hundreds of people had greater knowledge on this subject. It was a race against the clock that was off from the very beginning, she was running a fool's errand and lagging a thousand paces. Stopping was no longer possible, like the ground behind her was collapsing into the core of the planet. 

[b][i]“I’m not being followed by them. He didn’t have back-up and I’m not getting chased!”[/i][/b] She repeatedly begged in her head, as if her thoughts could bend reality. But only two of these statements were true...

The Fortress was almost straight in sight. Impulse increasing her speed while sharply turning into a trap at a breakneck pace toward a barricade of black convertibles. How? Was her health monitor chip tracked? The break wasn’t slowing her down fast enough. Skidding sideways and sparking up the street as the motorcycle careened into the car, slamming with an abrupt impact. She violently sprung from her seat, tumbling across the hood of the convertible. Her instinctive training and helmet spared her from cracking her skull into the cracks of the sidewalk, as her body laid there bruised up yet unbroken. Her moment of weakness couldn’t have been sung any clearer than the whimpering cry of pain she let out from the sudden realization that you had nowhere further to fall. Her vision was blurry and her hearing was becoming muddled by footsteps, as she felt her helmet getting yanked off. Scarlett was hardly able to move an itch in retaliation, suddenly surrounded by sounds of quick chattering, then yelling and opening car doors, the clicking of guns and rapid-fire shots ringing out into the sky. Unbeknownst to her slipping out of consciousness, the clamor soon changed into an eerie calm as her guardian angel approached. Her master stepping over the scattered dead bodies with their heads splattered broadly like paint strokes upon a canvas that made a masterpiece of art. 

[i]“Worry not my pet, my all-seeing eye is always watching you and the hand of god swiftly brought judgement down on the blasphemous souls. How could one hurt such a loyal dog? So stunning in her broken beauty. No matter — you just need some rest. I’ll wrap you safely in my arms and take you back to Heaven…”[/i]