Level Fourteen

Chapter Five: Kyiira

Planning. Strategizing. More planning. Escape routes. Security outlines. Infiltration plan. Weapon organizing. Backup plan. Backup plan for the backup plan. The list never ends, as a bounty hunter, you can never be too prepared. For anyone else it might've been a bit overwhelming, but long ago Kyiira had learned not to let it all go to her head. Lists, just simply make lists.

Sighing, Kyiira decided to take her first trip of the day up to the higher ranking levels, to pick up a few items she was going to need for her mission. Running a comb through her dark hair, and pulling on a clean jacket, she slipped on her boots. She exited her apartment and walked out into the dank streets of Level Fourteen, but of course not unarmed. Inside her jacket, sewn in a pocket were six, wickedly sharp, palm sized knives. Each doubled bladed and when thrown with a deadly precision proved themselves to be lethal.

Kyiira walked through the streets until she came to the heart of Level Fourteen. Directly in the center was a wide, circular tunnel that reached upward, all the way to Level One. She boarded one of the hover crafts, paying her fee at the door and standing inside along with a few other people.

After a few moments, the hover craft spoke a warning.

"Ascending in twenty seconds,"

"Ten seconds."

"Five seconds"

Kyiira grasped the hand railing as the hover craft shot upward, at a dazing speed. The effect proved disorienting on almost everyone.

After about a minute or so the hover craft stopped.

The doors slid open to reveal the bright sun and pristine streets of Level One. People wore bright colors of red, purple, blue and orange. Soft classical music whispered in the air and laughter could be heard. Guards in stark white uniforms patrolled every corner. The air way was thick with traffic. Delicious smells wafted through the air, pastries, fresh bread, and creamy cakes. Everywhere you looked happiness and joy seemed over abundant. It seemed fake, plastic.

"Welcome to Level One," the hovercraft spoke.

Kyiira scowled and stepped into the almost blinding sunlight. All these ridiculously perfect people living in these perfect houses, in this perfect world; it made Kyiira wanted to hurl a brick at someone's face.

Not one to waste time sightseeing, especially here, she took off right away to the nearest visitor's center. There she collected a map, and directions for viewing the best parts of Level One's Senate building. Her cover would be to enter with a group of tourists, and blend in there. With that many people it wouldn't be that hard to slip off, undetected, find the living quarters of the Senator, and finish her job.