"Hey, what USEFUL thing can you possibly do?" I asked, flipping through the file for the umpteenth time.

"Everything I was programmed to do and that's classified info." The voice responded, wrong question, wrong answer and I wasn't ready to play this Tell-me-what-you-know game.

"How about tracking a call" I blurted as the idea flashed through my mind, if there was satellite for detecting locations then odds were it sure had high chances of tracing a call.

"Please plug in your device to the USB port, be sure to-"

"Done" I interrupted, "Now I need the location from where the last call was made" The screen on the dashboard turned green with cryptic notes running all over it for a moment before a blank screen appeared and then;

Last caller: Ms. Davies, I skipped the other parts of Device used and Phone number to

Location: Larson Road.

Nearest Landmarks:Stripes and Drake, Curtis Yvonne memorial hospital, La Miason hotel, Open store Warehouse.

Open store Warehouse! The name registered. I quickly flipped the pages of the file again, there it was: Dmitri Udinov...owns a ware house which was bought under a false name. It serves the main purpose of storing K-12. I really didn't need anybody to explain what K-12 was; it just had to be a tag for one of their many their 'product enhancer' (Hard drugs). How Boqin got all this classified information, I don't know but I must have to admit, he is pretty good. I hit the pedals, throwing the file back to where I picked it as directions were being displayed on the
screen.

"Pull over, I say... pull over" these guys had been on my tail for the past 28 minutes and they seemed to be a die-hard set of cops. I had plans and these cops weren't stopping me. The car screeched as my foot hit the brakes, my hands turning the steering fully and switching gears to reverse. The car was still in motion but was moving backwards, I could see the shock in the cops' eye as they slowed down.

"I'm sorry guys, I know you're only doing your jobs" I said, pointing at their car. The car screeched at the impact of the bullets as air escaped the front tires, sending them through a café's window, the other car ran into a pole.

I finally reached the warehouse minutes later and it seemed like Mr. Udinov had arrived just a bit earlier considering the newly made tracks along the graveled floor. I stepped out of the car, taking in my environment.

The whole place was almost a mess with loads of abandoned trucks which possibly had been used for transportation and I couldn't help but wonder why a company like Nervana would still keep them in possession. There were multiple numbers of large containers used for shipping goods, grey clouds floated from behind the building, most likely to have been polluted and the whole environment looked sort of deserted to be an active warehouse.

The huge metal door creaked open as I forced my way through. The inside was a large hall made of metal with a U-shaped floor above and multiple columns of stacked goods, my best guess, K-12. The hall was poorly lit and it smelt damp and just as it was above, there were columns of stacked goods too, all wrapped in brown coverings except of course, there were more stuff on the ground floor than above. I walked a bit further, unstrapping my guns from the belt on my thighs. There were movements and I could tell but from what direction, I wasn't sure because of all the random sounds I could pick out. I had gone past four rows already when something whizzed past me, sticking into one of the stacked goods which released white dust into the air. I dashed behind one of the stacks, taking a slow breath. This wasn't what I planned, I didn't include any uncalled for casualties for this day but then, it all looked like I'd just have to deal with it. I heard footsteps again and this time, they were more distinct. My heartbeat slowed down, every other thing slowing down with it too as I paid close attention to the elements around me just like Sharon had taught me. I took a sharp turn, my finger hitting the trigger multiple times as I fired. There was a guy two stacks behind where I was, one a bit further and another at the other end of the row. Their cry of agony synced together as I engraved a bullet into them.

"Look guys, all I want is a little talk with Mr. Udinov" I yelled as I walked with light footsteps away from the spot I had been, the pile of stacked goods acting as cover for me.

"Last time you talked with someone, she ended up choking on a bullet" was the response from a patently Russian tongue. I smirked; at least he couldn't doubt my abilities now, not after that demonstration.

"Come on, we can't be so sure it was me who did that" I responded, taking a quick look at the dim corners. I heard clanging sounds from above, only to turn and see a figure aiming at me. I fired almost immediately as if I had been programmed to do so and a loud scream followed as the figure dropped the weapon, falling off the railings. I made another turn and was welcomed with a heavy punch on my face, how could I have missed that. I raised up my head to see a huge guy crackling his hands. I shook my head, wiping off the blood that had dripped down my nose.

He made towards me and that was when I realized I wasn't with my gun anymore. Footsteps approached me and the last thing I remember was being hit from behind with something hard.