"Ten seconds to fire," Chris said to herself. No one else was there to hear her. She sat in front of a computer that was not only state of the art design, but state of the art security. She built it herself. One half of the screen showed a picture of a small town in the state of New York, not highly populated and halfway deserted. On the other half was a long line of green computer code, and then at the bottom 17 bold red letters-

Missile Launching in-

The numbers below that were counting down from ten. Chris was counting with them.

"Three, two," there was a loud beep.

"One." Seconds later the side of the screen showing the location's image shook as a small missile struck the deserted side of the town. No one would be hurt, it was just a test.

"Yes!" Chris shouted. The missile had deployed and landed perfectly. If she could get that result with a larger missile she couldn't even imagine the damage she could do.

Chris was a complicated woman. She wasn't a good guy, that was for sure. She didn't like being called a bad guy, though. The term she used was 'a medium guy'. She had once applied to work with HYDRA. She didn't make it in. She didn't want to work for SHIELD at all, that was for sure. She didn't want to be terrorist, so she didn't do anything when ISIS gave a minor attempt to recruit her. She liked working behind the scenes, where she could never get in trouble.

The closest she would get to recognition for this little stunt is the two view that that small towns news channel got every night. No one would care anyways. No death, no drama, no attention. That's how the social media of this day and age worked.

"Time for the next launch," Chris mumbled to herself again. She was about to launch a second missile, this one was a bit bigger. It was set to land in the ocean about 100 miles outside of New York. She clicked launch and sat back in her chair. Then something went horribly wrong. The location changed it self and the missile was positioned to hit the Brooklyn Bridge.

"No!" she shouted

"No, no, no no!" Chris frantically clicked at her keyboard but there was nothing she could do. It was five seconds to launch. Chris tried to abort but her command was denied. She had been hacked. She watched the live footage of the bridge. Suddenly a flash filled the screen and the bridge caved on itself. Chris buried her face in her hands then she snapped up.

"I gotta get out of here." Chris climbed up from where she was sitting, at a desk in the back of the van, and into the drivers seat. She began to drive when she herd gunshots being fired. Who could be on her so fast? She pressed the gas as hard as she cold, gripping the steering wheel so tight her fingers were white. She was pushing the van to it's limits. Then it broke down.

"Don't fail me now!" Chris shouted, but the van wasn't starting. She had forgot her windows were down, and she didn't remember until she felt something pierce her neck. She reached back and pulled a dart from her skin, and dropping it to the ground she passed out.

MORE COMING SOON I PROMISE HOPE TO MAKE THIS ONE LONG