Bella woke up in the dark to a repetitive beeping sound. Groaning, she reached a lazy hand out and slammed the top of the alarm clock with her palm. The obnoxious beeping ceased and gave way to silence. Bella contemplated whether or not she should keep sleeping and eventually decided she should wake up. Rolling onto her side, Bella looked over to the bright, glowing red numbers on the clock that displayed, 6:00. She remembered suddenly that she had taken a nap to pass the time she had to wait for and that sadly it wasn't morning. Bella liked to fight crime at night since criminals were more active at that time. She had arranged for her close friend and partner, Polly, to meet her at her house around 7:00. Deciding she had to get ready now, Bella slowly sat up and pushed her covers away, giving a wishful look at the warmth she was leaving. Groggy, Bella stretched her arms out with a yawn. Blowing a loose strand of hair from her face, Bella swung her legs over the side of the bed and let her feet rest on the hardwood floor. She squinted through the dim light and proceeded to make her bed, adjusting the black comforter with careful hands. Then she walked quietly over to the window where she opened the drapes. Luckily the sun was setting so light didn't blind her currently sensitive eyes. She could see the well kept yard and driveway spread out below her since her room was on the second floor of the large white house her adopted family called home. But Bella had been here long enough that this was her home now, though she planned on moving out pretty soon. Bella turned away from the window and headed towards the bathroom that connected to her room. Her room was spacious and well put together, walls white with a single black and white painting of a Chinese dragon hung onto it. A dresser sat under the painting and a desk was situated in the corner, papers neatly organized upon the wooden surface. She reached her dresser first, stopping to open it and retrieve her clothing. She was currently only wearing a sports bra and boy short underwear, so she was in no condition to go out just like this however much that would please some of the dirty criminals. Bella selected her standard crime fighting outfit of a pair of flexible black jeans and a white tanktop with a sleek, black leather jacket to match. She'd fetch the padding for the clothing later. For now she finished her slow march to the bathroom and entered it. The bathroom was also well organized. Bella quickly undressed and turned on the shower, hardly waiting to enter. When she entered the water was still frigid and her hazel eyes widened, mouth parting as goosebumps crawled across her skin. The cold water always served as a good wake up call. Bella let the cool water cascade over her for a while, stifling a shiver as her sense became more acute and her mind was worked a bit faster. Once the water was warm she began to wash herself, careful to run her hands through her wavy, dirty blonde hair. After she was clean, she switched off the water and exited. Grabbing a clean white cotton towel, she dried herself off and wrapped herself in the fabric. next Bella took some time to dry her hair, brush her teeth, and apply light makeup. Finally, she dressed herself and stood in the mirror to admire her current look and fix anything out of place. Satisfied, Bella retreated from the humid bathroom and exited her room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Her brother was away at college and her "parents" were out on vacation and would be for another month so Bella had the house to herself. it was well decorated, clean, and spacious. Bella found herself in the kitchen where she drank some water and read a chapter of her book as she finished off some left over pasta. She believed it wasn't good to fight crime on an empty stomach. After she felt a bit more replenished, Bella made her way to the garage outside, locking the front door behind her and turning on the security system. Once in the garage, she looked over at the old red muscle car she called her own. Walking past it, she reached a spot on the wall where a katana rested inside a case. Upon freeing the lock and opening the case, she pulled the fine sword out and gripped the black handle, savoring the feeling. She walked over to a counter where a sheath attached to a leather belt rested. Situating the belt around her slim waist, she slid the sword carefully into the sheath. Next followed a loaded pistol that rested in a holster on the opposite hip that the sword was on. She didn't like using a gun since it was usually for lethal means instead of apprehending and it needed to be reloaded so often. Her sword was better for dishing out some pain before the criminal would surrender or be unable to escape. Now that she was ready, Bella exited the garage and sat on a bench on her porch to wait for her friend. From where she sat she could see that the home had been positioned on a grassy hill overlooking the small forest that separated the house from the city. Bella was eager tonight, ready to start the new assignment the police had given her and her partner. They trusted the two to locate the head criminal of a rather notorious gang. Bella was determined to take the leader and the members down and throw them into jail to rot, safely out of the way of common and innocent folk. ------ Felix was in a dim room somewhere underground. The walls were brick and the floor was cement, but it was relatively clean. There wasn't much in the room except for a nice, large, wooden table with chairs surrounding it. Felix sat in one now, reclining with his boots resting on the table. In his lap were two folders teeming with papers. These papers held information about two young women who had a knack of getting in the way of Felix and his pal's line of work. They were all just wealthy goody two shoes who were the lapdog's of the police force in his opinion. Arrogant wenches who happened to have some training in combat because of their fortunate upbringings. Their morals made his stomach turn. Oh how they believed they were so good and that all criminals were awful psychos. Didn't they know stealing and killing were vital for life for many people? No. They only cared for fame and glory and the ability to sleep well at night thinking they had made a difference in this cruel world. Felix pulled a metal flask from his pocket and unscrewed the top. He brought it to his lips and knocked it back, letting the strong whiskey inside run down his throat. Alcohol gave him courage and he'd need courage to tell his leader and boss that her business was endangered now that the hero wenches were sniffing around. He was the top henchmen in the eyes of his boss, but that didn't mean that he had any protection when it came to bearing bad news. His boss was a strong and proud one, and a very firers and intimidating one at that. he repocketed the flask with a sigh, hoping the buzz he felt in his nerves would help him now. He watched the iron door with apprehension.