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Jackie sighed, tipping up the edge of her hood to look at the Queen's face on the monitor. How she despised that woman. Always so high and mighty on her throne, never leaving room for any new ideas. She just spouted the same old sh*t over and over again. Of course, it wasn't just that. The fact that the Queen issued an execution order for one of her best fighters kinda pissed the sniper off, too.

Jackie turned, shoving through the crowd gathered in the square that gazed at the monitor in awe. She couldn't help but "tsk" at them. They listened to every word she said, and followed it devoutly. Another thing that pissed her off. She was nearing the edge, ready to go find something to do, when the Queen mentioned a war.

If Jackie was a dog, her ears would have pricked up. War? A grin spread across her face. War was good. War meant opportunities, which meant a possible revolution. War was indeed, very good.

Jackie spun around, gazing up at the scream again. But, as the Queen continued on, her grin faded. "A war? With the men? How stupid is she?!" she muttered under her breathe. Men were vile creatures and monsters who could very easily destroy them in a second. Jackie's interest in this so-called "war" faded and she walked back out onto the streets, sighing in relief as the Queen's annoying voice faded away.

Jackie looked up, and the weirdest thing caught her eye. Two people were running through the neighborhood, heading towards the hanger. And those two people were...Stephanie and Holly J.?!

Jackie remembered them from her elite days. It had been a long time since she had seen them. Then, a thought crossed her mind. Stephanie and Holly were loyal to the Queen. And important to the Queen.

Jackie's grin returned. Maybe she could have a little fun today. She unhooked the gun she had strapped to her back, ready to sprint after them...

Then, there was a rustling in the bushes. Jackie froze, wasting no time in aiming her gun at the nearest shrubbery. Who's there?! Show yourself!" she hissed softly, grinding her teeth together. Not now. She couldn't get captured when she just escaped.

The bushes rustled once more, and there was a shrill yell. A person with very short hair launched forward, aiming a pistol at Jackie. She frowned, grabbing the person's wrist and twisting the gun free. She kneed the person in the ribs, and they stumbled backwards, coughing.

Jackie raised her gun, ready to bash the butt of it across the person's head, but she stopped. Something wasn't right. This woman's hair was entirely too short, and it wasn't very clean. And even though she looked about seventeen, her chest was flat. Then, it hit her.

Jackie's eyes widened and she stepped back, keeping her eyes locked on the person. "You're a man!" she said in awe, her muscles tensed.

The boy looked up, and she could see his face clearly, now. He had reddish-brown hair, and an eyepatch covered one of his emerald eyes, which were wide with fright. "And you're a woman!" he replied, snatching his pistol off the ground and shuffling to the side.

Jackie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Obviously. "What are you doing here?!" she snapped, aiming her gun squarely at his heart.

She expected him to aim his pistol at her in turn, but he threw his hands up in the air instead. "Don't shoot! I'm just looking for my friends!" he exclaimed.

Jackie paused. Friends? "There are more of you? Where?" she asked. The Queen's words about war on the men were beginning to make sense. Were the men invading?

The boy shrugged, and Jackie growled in frustration. He was a lot of help. She debated whether she should shoot him right on the spot or maybe try to get more information out of him, but she decided to scrap it. So she turned and ran after Stephanie and Holly again.

But the boy was persistent. "Hey, wait up! Where are you going?" he called as he sprinted after her. When Jackie didn't reply, he spoke again. "My name's Drake, what's yours?"

Jackie scowled. She wasn't going to get rid of him. Might as well let him tag along. She stopped abruptly and turned around exactly as the boy ran straight into her chest. She yelped and flinched back, glaring at him.

Drake struggled to regain his balance and grinned, as if pleased with himself.

Jackie simply frowned. "You wanna tag along? Shut up and stay out of the way." she ordered, going after her fellow elite again.

As she ran, she heard a soft chuckle, and then feet chasing after her. This would be interesting.