Deadly Seduction Prologue. By EternalSenshi. I don't own SM. I do own characters not related to the show. Please R&R. How it all starts...
Serena Gawthrop fluffed the bouquet, and smiled. Mrs. Anderson would love this bouquet, especially after birthing twins. She turned her head, studying her work of art at all angles, and smiled wider.
"Sere!" Ashleigh Geld called from the back room. "Is the centerpiece for the Robertson Company dinner ready yet?"
"Everything's ready, Ash." Serena said, untying her apron. "I'm the best florist you have. You think I wouldn't have everything done?"
"Sorry I doubted you, Sere." The redheaded owner of Baltimore's Petals came out from the back, and petted Serena on the head lovingly. "You're so cute."
Serena giggled. "You're like my big sis, Ash."
"And I'm going to protect you like one." Ashleigh said. "You're not going home to that piece of trash, are you?"
"Who, James?" Serena said. She turned away. "Um, yeah. Why'd you ask?"
"Serena, why do you keep going back to him? He's good for nothing - he's an asshole pimp!"
"We're working out our problems - it'll be fine." Serena said. "I know we'll be fine."
Ashleigh sighed. "All right, but be careful."
Serena finished untying her apron, and placed it on the hook. "Anyway, he's waiting for me at home."
"What about your self-defense class?" Ashleigh asked.
"Canceled." Serena grabbed her purse from behind the counter, and slung it over her shoulder. "See you, Ash."
"Take care, Sere." Ashleigh said, waving. Serena closed the door behind her, and walked down the street, trying to ignore what Ashleigh had said. *So he's been cheating on me since we started dating, but this time it's different. I know it is.* She smiled to herself. *It's gonna be.*
She stopped at her front door, took out her key, and unlocked to door, expecting to see James sitting on the couch, reading the paper, welcoming her home. When she opened the door, however, there was nobody there.
"Oh," Serena said, a little downhearted. "James?" she called out and put her purse on her chair. She then began searching for a note, or anything to give her a clue as to where he was. "James?" she called again, but no answer came to her.
As she searched the kitchen, she heard a slight squeaking sound come from a room further down the hall. "James?" she asked again, walking slowly to the strange noises, which were coming from her bedroom. As she slowly creeped closer, she realized that the squeaking was coming from mattress springs, and other sounds she hadn't heard from far away were being issued from the room. Moaning met her ears, as well as the banging of the bed's headboard against the wall. *No!* Serena thought. *He, he promised me!* She opened the door, and found her worst fears confirmed.
James and his blonde haired, younger lover looked up into Serena's shocked face. James smiled. "Hey, baby, I thought you-"
"Damn you!" Serena whispered. "Damn you!"
"Look, Serena, it was just one thing-"
"DAMN YOU!" Serena screamed. She threw open the underwear drawer next to her, looking for the gun Ashleigh had put in there for her protection. It was more for threatening purposes, as Serena had never fired a gun before. She quickly found what she was looking for -- a .45 Colt pistol -- and held it in front of her.
The lover screamed and hid behind James, who was laughing. "Hey, Serena, baby, I know that gun is fake. You've never shot a gun in your life. What makes you think that I'll believe that trick?"
"Go to Hell, James, and your whore can go with you!" Serena cried, cocking the gun. "This is a real Colt pistol, and I'll shoot you!" Serena felt as if another person were taking over her body. This scared her, yet gave her a pleasant rush of adrenaline.
James scoffed. "Yeah, Serena, right."
"I'm not kidding, you bastard," she growled.
James' eyes widened. Serena never cussed. He believed her now. "S-Serena, c-can't we talk this out?"
Serena aimed quickly, then fired the gun. The bullet hit him dead on in the forehead, and he collapsed on his lover's body, blood pouring out of the back of his head, as if it were a sieve.
The lover screamed louder, trying to reach for the phone. Serena turned the gun to meet her, and shot her in the forehead, as if she were an expert marksman. The girl flew back against the headboard, then slid to the side of the bed, where she hung pathetically to one side.
Serena looked at the gun in her hands, shaking. She'd just killed two people. She'd just committed cold-blooded murder. She didn't even understand how she could shoot like that. She'd never shot a gun before. With these thoughts encompassing her mind, Serena fell on the floor in a dead faint.
***
Steven Charles, head of a special forces group in the government, was not happy at being called from an important meeting in Washington D.C. to a pathetic little police station in Maryland, even if his old partner worked there. They'd both been demoted for 'bad publicity' after they'd lost most of their agents in a trick, but Charles got lucky and stayed in Washington. "All right, someone tell me what is going on, and I don't want to hear anything that sounds like there's a tea party going on!"
"Mr. Charles, sir, you're to see Mr. Blake." The secretary directed him to the room at the end of the hall. Charles stormed down the hallway angrily, and slammed Mr. Blake's door behind him. "This had better be good, Blake," he snapped at his former partner.
Robin Blake turned from the window to see the fuming Charles. "Good to see you too, Charlie."
"I was at an important meeting with the defense council - why the hell did you drag me down here?"
Blake turned to his desk. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked as he poured himself a glass of brandy.
"Blake! What the fuck is going on here? If you don't answer me, I will see to it that you're fi-"
"Calm down, Charlie!" Blake said, and downed his glass in one gulp. "You want to know why I called you here? I'll tell you. This could be our way to get back to the top, Charlie!"
"What is it?"
"You said that your SFG has been running dry on some assassins." Blake said. "Well, they brought in a girl yesterday-"
"A criminal?" Charles gasped.
"Trust me, this is good. Clean record, not even a littering ticket. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't cuss, cute little girl. Model citizen - until she shot her boyfriend and his lover yesterday."
"So, what's this got to do with anything?"
"I'm telling you, Charlie! MODEL CITIZEN- never shot a gun before in her life, and look at how she shoots them!" Blake slid some photos over to Charles. Charles picked them up and studied them, a look of dreamlike wonder on his face.
"See? Perfect shots - right in the forehead! I'm telling you, I don't want to piss this girl off. Maybe the cuteness is just a cover." Blake rambled.
"What kind of gun did she use?"
".45 Colt pistol."
Charles looked confused. "This a messy gun with amateurs." He shook his head. "She had to have shot before."
"We interviewed her boss, and friend. She said that the girl had never even touched a gun before - not even a colorguard rifle."
"Then how'd she do it so cleanly?"
"She's a natural, Charlie, a natural killer! We've got ourselves a secret weapon!" Blake's eyes began to gleam. "Back into more than your little SFG and my little police station!"
Charles stared at the pictures of the girl and the man, noticing that the only marks on their bodies were the bullet holes in the head. "What about the families?"
"None known. Girl was a orphaned hooker. Man, well, no one cared about him." Blake said.
"Do you have her in custody?"
"Sure do! Let's go." Blake said, escorting Charles out the door.
Serena sat in her cold jail cell, her face stained with tear streaks. She was going to be killed. There was no way she could deny the killings - her fingerprints were all over the gun, she had the motive, she was still at the scene. She hadn't been crying over their deaths - she'd kill them again if she could. She'd been crying because she didn't understand why she'd felt such a rush of excitement when she'd shot them. It was as if an entirely different person had taken over her body at that moment.
She heard the door open at the far end of the room, but didn't turn her head. She heard the clanking of keys and heavy footsteps approach her, and saw two men and a guard stand in front of her cell.
"Serena Gawthrop?" Charles asked.
Serena looked at them, and nodded slowly.
"We have a little proposition for you," Blake said. "You oblige us, you're out of here and working for us by dinner."
"W-what do I have to do?"
"You'll be working for us. You'll be trained, and become the government's number one assassin." Blake said.
"Assassin?" Serena squeaked. "N-no! I-I can't!"
Charles chuckled. "Don't be silly. You're a natural. The shots you made with the Colt? Fabulous."
Serena ran up to the bars, and held them tightly. "What about prosecuting me?"
Blake and Charles laughed. "My dear, you don't want to die, do you?"
"B-but, I'm a florist!" Serena was becoming frightened. They wanted her to kill people for a living? She couldn't do that!
Blake motioned to the guard, who unlocked her cell. "Miss Gawthrop, follow us, please."
Serena found herself being taken to a shooting range, where posters of men holding guns were held from the ceiling as targets.
"Well, Serena, here's what you do. You see this gun?" Blake said, pointing to the gun on the shelf in front of them. Serena nodded, shaking nervously.
"This is a Baretta 9 mm, a standard police gun for this area. We want you to take this gun, and shoot at that target." Blake continued.
Serena was silent, then turned to the men. "How far away is it?"
"Just three yards - nine feet. You'll be fine." Charles said.
Serena, shaking like a cold puppy, took the headphones off the hook in the stall. She was shaking so much; she dropped them on the shelf next to the gun.
"It's okay, my dear. You don't need to be nervous." Charles said.
Serena nodded, and put the headphones cautiously over her ears, blocking out all sound except for the rush of blood in her ears, and her pulsating heartbeat. Her life was riding on this shot. She picked up the Baretta, and studied it in her hands before putting it in the right position. She carefully held it, putting her finger daintily on the trigger. As she aimed, she felt the same rush she'd felt come back, driving her to fire -
Blake and Charles watched her fire, then pull the gun back beside her ear. "Whoa..." she said in quiet amazement.
"Fabulous shot! Like a sniper!" Blake said.
Serena turned, a smile on her face. "That wasn't so bad," she said happily.
"Now, we're going to back it up, okay?" Charles said.
"Charlie, no." Blake warned.
"Let me see her talent." Charles said. "Sixty!"
The guard in the booth backed the target away from the group. Serena grew more and more anxious as the target reached twenty feet away...forty feet away...finally stopping at sixty feet away.
"Standard for a shooting test, Miss Gawthrop." Charles said.
"Charlie!" Blake protested, then lowered his voice so only Charles could hear him. "Charlie, the poor girl's frightened, can't you see that? Let her rest - don't push her!"
"Blake, you know as well as I do that she can do it, let her know she can do it!" Charles claimed. "After all, we-"
Their argument was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. They looked to see Serena, drawing the gun back to her ear. She turned to the two bewildered men, a playful smile on her lips. "Got any more?" she asked.
The men ran into the booth to see the camera zoom in on the poster. There was no other mark - except the bullet hole in the center of his forehead.
"She must have missed," Blake mused.
"No, sir." The guard shook his head. "She hit the same spot - dead on."
Blake and Charles looked at each other, and looked at Serena, who took off her headphones, and walked into the booth with them.
"You know, that's a whole lot better than a lot of things. It's better than flowers. It's even better than sex." She smiled placidly at them, waiting for another round.
***
"So let me get this straight - you believe that I have a gift at shooting?" Serena asked, putting down the menu.
"We believe that with proper training, you can be the best assassin in the world." Charles said.
"I don't know..." Serena said, uncertain.
"Trust us - by the time we've finished training you, no one is going to be able to touch you." Blake said.
"Remember, if you say no, to death penalty you'll go." Charles said.
"Is it legal in Maryland?" Serena asked.
"Who said we'll let the government take care of it?" Blake said, teasing her.
"Blake..." Charles said warningly.
"But, we don't want a talent like you to die." Blake finished quickly.
Serena thought for a second. She couldn't go home - they all knew she was a murderer - and death wasn't something she wanted now. "How much do I get paid?"
"Ten thousand a month." Blake said promptly.
"Dollars?" Serena gasped.
"Yes." Charles confirmed.
"U.S. Dollars?!"
"Yes, what else?" Blake said.
Serena looked at them, dumbfounded. "A month?" she said, her mouth dry.
Charles leaded forward. "I'm sorry, Miss Gawthrop, but which part was not clear?"
Serena looked down at her lap. "I'm kind of weak."
"We'll combat that-!"
"I'm shy."
"We'll handle-"
"I'm not good in bed."
Blake laughed. "Serena, we'll handle all of that. We have trained specialists that can help you with everything. Serena, the three of us together...No villain is going to survive after they mess with us!"
Serena looked at them, and nodded. "All right."
Charles and Blake smiled. "Here's what we do..." Blake started.
***
Serena stood on a building rooftop, gazing at the town she once called her home. She put her booted leg on the ledge, staring into the sunrise. She'd just finished six months of rigorous training, and now, she was no longer the sweet little florist. She was a strong, tough, sexy woman, and anyone that messed with her would get a bullet up the ass. But no matter how strong Serena thought herself to be, tears fell down her cheeks as she saw Ashleigh opening up Baltimore's Petals.
"See you, Ash," she whispered. "Take care."
"Serena! The chopper's here!" Blake called.
Serena turned, her long blonde hair and long black coat thrown behind her in the man-made wind from the propellers. Blake opened the door, letting Serena step inside. Before she went inside, she stood on the foothold, gazing once more at the town, then ducked inside.
"Your first assignment," Charles said, handing her a thick manila folder.
"We'll be in D.C. in about two hours," the pilot called to the back.
Serena turned away from the window, making sure to keep her back to it the whole time. *Never look back...*
***
I hope you all like this teaser/prologue. Don't worry, it doesn't mean I'm finished with my other stories, I just wanted to write this one at the same time.
Until the first chapter,
*~*EternalSenshi*~*
Serena Gawthrop fluffed the bouquet, and smiled. Mrs. Anderson would love this bouquet, especially after birthing twins. She turned her head, studying her work of art at all angles, and smiled wider.
"Sere!" Ashleigh Geld called from the back room. "Is the centerpiece for the Robertson Company dinner ready yet?"
"Everything's ready, Ash." Serena said, untying her apron. "I'm the best florist you have. You think I wouldn't have everything done?"
"Sorry I doubted you, Sere." The redheaded owner of Baltimore's Petals came out from the back, and petted Serena on the head lovingly. "You're so cute."
Serena giggled. "You're like my big sis, Ash."
"And I'm going to protect you like one." Ashleigh said. "You're not going home to that piece of trash, are you?"
"Who, James?" Serena said. She turned away. "Um, yeah. Why'd you ask?"
"Serena, why do you keep going back to him? He's good for nothing - he's an asshole pimp!"
"We're working out our problems - it'll be fine." Serena said. "I know we'll be fine."
Ashleigh sighed. "All right, but be careful."
Serena finished untying her apron, and placed it on the hook. "Anyway, he's waiting for me at home."
"What about your self-defense class?" Ashleigh asked.
"Canceled." Serena grabbed her purse from behind the counter, and slung it over her shoulder. "See you, Ash."
"Take care, Sere." Ashleigh said, waving. Serena closed the door behind her, and walked down the street, trying to ignore what Ashleigh had said. *So he's been cheating on me since we started dating, but this time it's different. I know it is.* She smiled to herself. *It's gonna be.*
She stopped at her front door, took out her key, and unlocked to door, expecting to see James sitting on the couch, reading the paper, welcoming her home. When she opened the door, however, there was nobody there.
"Oh," Serena said, a little downhearted. "James?" she called out and put her purse on her chair. She then began searching for a note, or anything to give her a clue as to where he was. "James?" she called again, but no answer came to her.
As she searched the kitchen, she heard a slight squeaking sound come from a room further down the hall. "James?" she asked again, walking slowly to the strange noises, which were coming from her bedroom. As she slowly creeped closer, she realized that the squeaking was coming from mattress springs, and other sounds she hadn't heard from far away were being issued from the room. Moaning met her ears, as well as the banging of the bed's headboard against the wall. *No!* Serena thought. *He, he promised me!* She opened the door, and found her worst fears confirmed.
James and his blonde haired, younger lover looked up into Serena's shocked face. James smiled. "Hey, baby, I thought you-"
"Damn you!" Serena whispered. "Damn you!"
"Look, Serena, it was just one thing-"
"DAMN YOU!" Serena screamed. She threw open the underwear drawer next to her, looking for the gun Ashleigh had put in there for her protection. It was more for threatening purposes, as Serena had never fired a gun before. She quickly found what she was looking for -- a .45 Colt pistol -- and held it in front of her.
The lover screamed and hid behind James, who was laughing. "Hey, Serena, baby, I know that gun is fake. You've never shot a gun in your life. What makes you think that I'll believe that trick?"
"Go to Hell, James, and your whore can go with you!" Serena cried, cocking the gun. "This is a real Colt pistol, and I'll shoot you!" Serena felt as if another person were taking over her body. This scared her, yet gave her a pleasant rush of adrenaline.
James scoffed. "Yeah, Serena, right."
"I'm not kidding, you bastard," she growled.
James' eyes widened. Serena never cussed. He believed her now. "S-Serena, c-can't we talk this out?"
Serena aimed quickly, then fired the gun. The bullet hit him dead on in the forehead, and he collapsed on his lover's body, blood pouring out of the back of his head, as if it were a sieve.
The lover screamed louder, trying to reach for the phone. Serena turned the gun to meet her, and shot her in the forehead, as if she were an expert marksman. The girl flew back against the headboard, then slid to the side of the bed, where she hung pathetically to one side.
Serena looked at the gun in her hands, shaking. She'd just killed two people. She'd just committed cold-blooded murder. She didn't even understand how she could shoot like that. She'd never shot a gun before. With these thoughts encompassing her mind, Serena fell on the floor in a dead faint.
***
Steven Charles, head of a special forces group in the government, was not happy at being called from an important meeting in Washington D.C. to a pathetic little police station in Maryland, even if his old partner worked there. They'd both been demoted for 'bad publicity' after they'd lost most of their agents in a trick, but Charles got lucky and stayed in Washington. "All right, someone tell me what is going on, and I don't want to hear anything that sounds like there's a tea party going on!"
"Mr. Charles, sir, you're to see Mr. Blake." The secretary directed him to the room at the end of the hall. Charles stormed down the hallway angrily, and slammed Mr. Blake's door behind him. "This had better be good, Blake," he snapped at his former partner.
Robin Blake turned from the window to see the fuming Charles. "Good to see you too, Charlie."
"I was at an important meeting with the defense council - why the hell did you drag me down here?"
Blake turned to his desk. "Would you care for a drink?" he asked as he poured himself a glass of brandy.
"Blake! What the fuck is going on here? If you don't answer me, I will see to it that you're fi-"
"Calm down, Charlie!" Blake said, and downed his glass in one gulp. "You want to know why I called you here? I'll tell you. This could be our way to get back to the top, Charlie!"
"What is it?"
"You said that your SFG has been running dry on some assassins." Blake said. "Well, they brought in a girl yesterday-"
"A criminal?" Charles gasped.
"Trust me, this is good. Clean record, not even a littering ticket. Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't cuss, cute little girl. Model citizen - until she shot her boyfriend and his lover yesterday."
"So, what's this got to do with anything?"
"I'm telling you, Charlie! MODEL CITIZEN- never shot a gun before in her life, and look at how she shoots them!" Blake slid some photos over to Charles. Charles picked them up and studied them, a look of dreamlike wonder on his face.
"See? Perfect shots - right in the forehead! I'm telling you, I don't want to piss this girl off. Maybe the cuteness is just a cover." Blake rambled.
"What kind of gun did she use?"
".45 Colt pistol."
Charles looked confused. "This a messy gun with amateurs." He shook his head. "She had to have shot before."
"We interviewed her boss, and friend. She said that the girl had never even touched a gun before - not even a colorguard rifle."
"Then how'd she do it so cleanly?"
"She's a natural, Charlie, a natural killer! We've got ourselves a secret weapon!" Blake's eyes began to gleam. "Back into more than your little SFG and my little police station!"
Charles stared at the pictures of the girl and the man, noticing that the only marks on their bodies were the bullet holes in the head. "What about the families?"
"None known. Girl was a orphaned hooker. Man, well, no one cared about him." Blake said.
"Do you have her in custody?"
"Sure do! Let's go." Blake said, escorting Charles out the door.
Serena sat in her cold jail cell, her face stained with tear streaks. She was going to be killed. There was no way she could deny the killings - her fingerprints were all over the gun, she had the motive, she was still at the scene. She hadn't been crying over their deaths - she'd kill them again if she could. She'd been crying because she didn't understand why she'd felt such a rush of excitement when she'd shot them. It was as if an entirely different person had taken over her body at that moment.
She heard the door open at the far end of the room, but didn't turn her head. She heard the clanking of keys and heavy footsteps approach her, and saw two men and a guard stand in front of her cell.
"Serena Gawthrop?" Charles asked.
Serena looked at them, and nodded slowly.
"We have a little proposition for you," Blake said. "You oblige us, you're out of here and working for us by dinner."
"W-what do I have to do?"
"You'll be working for us. You'll be trained, and become the government's number one assassin." Blake said.
"Assassin?" Serena squeaked. "N-no! I-I can't!"
Charles chuckled. "Don't be silly. You're a natural. The shots you made with the Colt? Fabulous."
Serena ran up to the bars, and held them tightly. "What about prosecuting me?"
Blake and Charles laughed. "My dear, you don't want to die, do you?"
"B-but, I'm a florist!" Serena was becoming frightened. They wanted her to kill people for a living? She couldn't do that!
Blake motioned to the guard, who unlocked her cell. "Miss Gawthrop, follow us, please."
Serena found herself being taken to a shooting range, where posters of men holding guns were held from the ceiling as targets.
"Well, Serena, here's what you do. You see this gun?" Blake said, pointing to the gun on the shelf in front of them. Serena nodded, shaking nervously.
"This is a Baretta 9 mm, a standard police gun for this area. We want you to take this gun, and shoot at that target." Blake continued.
Serena was silent, then turned to the men. "How far away is it?"
"Just three yards - nine feet. You'll be fine." Charles said.
Serena, shaking like a cold puppy, took the headphones off the hook in the stall. She was shaking so much; she dropped them on the shelf next to the gun.
"It's okay, my dear. You don't need to be nervous." Charles said.
Serena nodded, and put the headphones cautiously over her ears, blocking out all sound except for the rush of blood in her ears, and her pulsating heartbeat. Her life was riding on this shot. She picked up the Baretta, and studied it in her hands before putting it in the right position. She carefully held it, putting her finger daintily on the trigger. As she aimed, she felt the same rush she'd felt come back, driving her to fire -
Blake and Charles watched her fire, then pull the gun back beside her ear. "Whoa..." she said in quiet amazement.
"Fabulous shot! Like a sniper!" Blake said.
Serena turned, a smile on her face. "That wasn't so bad," she said happily.
"Now, we're going to back it up, okay?" Charles said.
"Charlie, no." Blake warned.
"Let me see her talent." Charles said. "Sixty!"
The guard in the booth backed the target away from the group. Serena grew more and more anxious as the target reached twenty feet away...forty feet away...finally stopping at sixty feet away.
"Standard for a shooting test, Miss Gawthrop." Charles said.
"Charlie!" Blake protested, then lowered his voice so only Charles could hear him. "Charlie, the poor girl's frightened, can't you see that? Let her rest - don't push her!"
"Blake, you know as well as I do that she can do it, let her know she can do it!" Charles claimed. "After all, we-"
Their argument was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. They looked to see Serena, drawing the gun back to her ear. She turned to the two bewildered men, a playful smile on her lips. "Got any more?" she asked.
The men ran into the booth to see the camera zoom in on the poster. There was no other mark - except the bullet hole in the center of his forehead.
"She must have missed," Blake mused.
"No, sir." The guard shook his head. "She hit the same spot - dead on."
Blake and Charles looked at each other, and looked at Serena, who took off her headphones, and walked into the booth with them.
"You know, that's a whole lot better than a lot of things. It's better than flowers. It's even better than sex." She smiled placidly at them, waiting for another round.
***
"So let me get this straight - you believe that I have a gift at shooting?" Serena asked, putting down the menu.
"We believe that with proper training, you can be the best assassin in the world." Charles said.
"I don't know..." Serena said, uncertain.
"Trust us - by the time we've finished training you, no one is going to be able to touch you." Blake said.
"Remember, if you say no, to death penalty you'll go." Charles said.
"Is it legal in Maryland?" Serena asked.
"Who said we'll let the government take care of it?" Blake said, teasing her.
"Blake..." Charles said warningly.
"But, we don't want a talent like you to die." Blake finished quickly.
Serena thought for a second. She couldn't go home - they all knew she was a murderer - and death wasn't something she wanted now. "How much do I get paid?"
"Ten thousand a month." Blake said promptly.
"Dollars?" Serena gasped.
"Yes." Charles confirmed.
"U.S. Dollars?!"
"Yes, what else?" Blake said.
Serena looked at them, dumbfounded. "A month?" she said, her mouth dry.
Charles leaded forward. "I'm sorry, Miss Gawthrop, but which part was not clear?"
Serena looked down at her lap. "I'm kind of weak."
"We'll combat that-!"
"I'm shy."
"We'll handle-"
"I'm not good in bed."
Blake laughed. "Serena, we'll handle all of that. We have trained specialists that can help you with everything. Serena, the three of us together...No villain is going to survive after they mess with us!"
Serena looked at them, and nodded. "All right."
Charles and Blake smiled. "Here's what we do..." Blake started.
***
Serena stood on a building rooftop, gazing at the town she once called her home. She put her booted leg on the ledge, staring into the sunrise. She'd just finished six months of rigorous training, and now, she was no longer the sweet little florist. She was a strong, tough, sexy woman, and anyone that messed with her would get a bullet up the ass. But no matter how strong Serena thought herself to be, tears fell down her cheeks as she saw Ashleigh opening up Baltimore's Petals.
"See you, Ash," she whispered. "Take care."
"Serena! The chopper's here!" Blake called.
Serena turned, her long blonde hair and long black coat thrown behind her in the man-made wind from the propellers. Blake opened the door, letting Serena step inside. Before she went inside, she stood on the foothold, gazing once more at the town, then ducked inside.
"Your first assignment," Charles said, handing her a thick manila folder.
"We'll be in D.C. in about two hours," the pilot called to the back.
Serena turned away from the window, making sure to keep her back to it the whole time. *Never look back...*
***
I hope you all like this teaser/prologue. Don't worry, it doesn't mean I'm finished with my other stories, I just wanted to write this one at the same time.
Until the first chapter,
*~*EternalSenshi*~*