Backlash

The dark figure ran past the trees, in the middle of the woods. Panting, out of breath, but refusing to stop, for she would catch him. He heard the snap of a twig. He turned around, but that was his mistake. The moment he turned around, he tripped and fell over a protruding tree root. His fall gave her the opportunity to strike. With one stab to the neck, the job was done. She jumped down the tree she was on to receive the knife she had thrown. 'Well time to head back' she thought, as she walked to the road toward her baby black Kawasaki ninja *motorcycle for those who don't know*. Once she made it inside the high-security keycard door of headquarters, Captain Evans greeted her. "Good work, Agent Smith" his voice boomed proudly. "Yep, and that makes 2035. You know what that means," she said back, trying to suppress a growing smile from her excitement. " Unfortunately I do," Captain Evans said grimly. "But I have to ask at least this one question," he said with knowing eyes. "Would you reconsider your decis-" "The answer to that question is, in fact, a no. You of all people know that I need to actually start a real life in the real world and go to school and finish it like a normal teenager. I have lived this lifestyle since the day I was born. So. I'm putting my guns, knives, and every other weapon in storage, *well not all of them, in case you know something happens* to finally live the life of a kid that I missed growing up here. But I will contact you every now and then, for you are like my father", she finished off her answer in one go. "Well, this goodbye for now on. See you around pops" and with that, she walked right back out the doors.