【 PROGRAMMED NIGHTMARES 】

ONE 【 Enemy...? 】

The night was bitter and cold, sirens rang through the streets of the city. Atop a large building, a seven foot figure stood, fiddling with a dagger. 

“Radio. You're in the right direction for your target…” broadcasted a voice from a phone.

Radio breathed in as silence spread across the cityscape. For a moment – bliss.

“Radio? We're counting on you to be our eyes on the city.”

Radio nodded to herself, before hanging up. She laughed to herself, “Counting on me? God what have I done?”

She sprinted to the edge of the building, this is why I left it all. Wicked dreams.

Radio took a deep breath and positioned herself to bend over the edge.

One. Two. Three.

She dived. She spread her arms.

Adrenaline soared through her veins, her heart beat faster.

She watched as the ground yearned closer. A puff of smoke caught her before she landed. Lord bless technology.

She had a job in this city; something important. Lucius Grave, CEO of SharkV was her target of the night. A multimillionaire, an incredibly famed man. Radio looked up. She had landed in an alleyway.

“Oi, lass, you're on our gang's land!” heckled a stringy teenager.

Radio spun around, putting her hands on her hips. She presented her dagger into the air. “I'm not sure you want to mess with me, kid,”

The boy slunk back towards his friends, obviously looking for backup. Radio stepped forward, the gang stepped back.

“Ay, ay…doll…we don't want any tr–”

“Kid. Do not call me ‘doll’. I will rip your intestines out, got it?”

The gang scarpered off as Radio made a slicing gesture into the air. She grinned. She loved scaring off teenagers.

“Right…now where's Mr. Moneygrab…”

"What you doing here, outcast?"

Radio spun round, pointing her dagger at the random person.

"Oh. It's you."

The mystery man was Lucius.
She took another breath and straightened her posture.

"Credit where it's due, you've finally managed to track me down," Radio laughed, sharpening her dagger on a nearby ladder.

Lucius' brows furrowed, yet he showed no sign of pressure. He looked at his fingers, blinking loftily every few seconds.

"I don't need your credit. What I do need however is to get you out of the picture, hmm?" Lucius laughed, acting like he was on his high horse.

Radio sat down on the wet floor, and yawned. She knew Lucius' tipping points like she knew her own hand, which wasn't much since she wore gloves. But one thing she did know was that Lucius hated people who ignored him. She looked up briefly and saw him clench his fists. It was working.

"I actually hate you, y'know, you think you're so great, don't you?"

Lucius now was resorting to his, what she liked to call his 'grumpy past' stage. It sounded like he was a little kid, with his high pitch complaining voice.
Radio didn't think she was that great, her math skills weren't that awesome. Isn't that what kids nowadays are told. That their skills in maths are the only things that matter.

"I am reeaaaallyyyy getting bored now, with you moaning like a child. Just I dunno -- kill me or something?" Radio laughed, jabbing her dagger into the air.

Lucius rolled his eyes and walked over to her, and stood above her. Radio's brows furrowed.

"I'd stab sure, but what's the fun in a short, painful death?" Lucius smirked.

Radio put up her dagger, but Lucius grabbed it and pushed it back down with the tip of his finger.

"You won't kill me tonight Radio...."