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Prologue

    One step at a time.

     It sounds like such a simple concept, taking things one by one, going slow as you focus on the tasks at hand, absorbing one piece of information at a time. Though when one step turns into two, then three, then the quick-paced thuds of combat boots hitting the paved alleyways of New York City, taking it steady doesn't feel like an option.

     She rounds a corner for a moment to catch her breath as quietly as possible. There was only supposed to be a Level ten, why does this happen every damn time? She moves her jacket out of the way and looks out into the silent alley street. Taking a glance around and resting a hand on a holster,  it only takes a couple of blinks for the beast to suddenly appear in front of her eyes. The panic stays buried deep inside her heart, hell maybe she doesn't feel it at all. The sight in front of her is nothing new. She let's out a sigh and starts walking again, listening to the sounds ringing between the walls of the alley walls surrounding her. 

     One step at a time

     The slower thud of the boots hitting the ground is silently timed. One step, two step, three steps. She stops, there's an extra step sounding behind her. With a smirk she reaches inside her jacket, crouching down just in time to dodge the claw swinging for her head. The clicks of her guns loading and readying up bounce through her surroundings. She pushes herself under the beast and fires at it's back watching as it stumbles forwards. A quick kick up gets her back to her feet, the smaller girl and the beast locking gazes soon after. A Level 50 in all it's tall, shadow, leaky glory. A smirk tugs at her mouth, the small reaction sending it into a frenzie. As it charges her, she keeps herself still and grounded. All she can do is count the steps

     One two three four five, and a pounce. She hits the ground with a thud and a wince once it's on top of her, grimacing as it roars and the grotesque smell of rotten flesh fills her senses. "God do you want a breathmint?" It doesn't understand her, but definitely looks even more pissed nonetheless. It goes in for a bite and the agent reacts quickly, the arm she used to defend herself shooting a blade through it's mouth and out the back of the head. She turns her head away as she tugs her arm up, the blade slicing the top of it's head in half. 

     Kicking it off, she slowly gets up and watches as it's entrails slowly leak out onto the ground. It would almost look like a half decapitated person if not for the size of the creature and the black blood colouring the inside of it.

    After wiping the gore from her face she retracts the blade back into the hidden compartment of her jacket, thanking the cold weather for coming early this year. She checks her watch, flicking her wrist to start a call and connecting to her ear piece. It doesn't take long for an answer. "Identification?"

"Agent Vontrecen."

"And the-"

"Lesslie."

There's a small snort on the other end, "How'd the mission go?"

"Well if I'm calling you I guess I'm alive and well." She takes out a knife and starts flipping it around, smirking to herself as she paces slowly back and forth, "Besides you knew I would be, sending me after a goddamned level fifty." There's a small pause before a sigh is let out, "Gen I will never understand how you do it. Come back to HQ and get cleaned up. Doctor Jennens would like to speak to you."

"Oh great, what does the old man want now?"

"I'm not sure, guess you'll find out in a few minutes huh?"

She sighs and shakes her head, "Fine. I'm heading over now." She flicks her wrist again to hang up. With one last glance at the body, Genesis heads through the alleyways , counting one step at a time.