XXXVI

Mellissandrea sighed at the sight as she sat on her motorcycle looking at the site before her. White Star Security Services aka W3S was housed in the White Star Tower. Or rather had been. Nothing much remained of the building except several scorch marks and some rubble though not enough rubble to indicate that it used to be a thousand story sky scrapper. However the building was not what she was here for.

 After parking her bike and removing her helmet, she proceeded to walk to the center of where the building used to be and began searching the ground for something. It wasn't long before she found it. A big iron ring. W3S secret sub levels survived. The secret sub levels of W3S held all of their gear. 

Well at least up to sub level 9. Guns, explosives, traps, drones, missiles, vehicles even aircraft and tanks plus access for a sub and a train leading to a dock somewhere to a ship. There was enough ordnance under W3S to outfit any of the world governments armies. Mellissandrea spends several hours gearing up for her op to infiltrate Trinity in the sub levels of W3S. After several hours Mellissandrea is ready after giving her bike an upgrade. 

After strapping on her gear, she gets on her bike and heads for the highway heading out of town. She doesn't see the black van pull out behind her several car lengths back. As she comes off the on ramp merging onto the express way, Mellissandrea guns her bike rocketing forward cutting off a semi and screaming down the road. She weaved in and out of traffic as it blurred by. It wasn't until one of the almost shadow like grey black blurs had a reddish blue color that she looked down at her speedometer.

 She backed off of 195 mph and slowly brought the bike down to 95. The cop hadn't even bothered with pursuit. Instead it radioed ahead but with no luck. As for the black van, well it wasn't prepared for the speed of her motorcycle. However already having guessed the owner's destination, the van speed up and headed off after the bike. So it wasn't a surprise when halfway to their destination the black van spots Mellissandrea being pulled over and directed off towards the rest stop.

 With this in mind, the driver checked the map then adjusted his speed and lanes and continued down the express way. Soon enough just as they got just outside of Louisiana, Mellissandrea went cruising past the black van. This time however they were more prepared and where not alone. Four sleek black motorcycles launched out the back of a second black van 2 cars back as another on its left let out two bikes from each side as a door opened up on the top of each van and an armored turret appeared. Each person on the bikes readies an Uzi and the drivers gun their bikes. 

As soon as the 4 bikes roar to life, Mellissandrea turns her head to look behind her. As her head snaps forward again she guns her bike and is off rocketing down the express way towards the highway exit. The four sleek bikes are within shooting distance before she can increase her gap and instantly open fire. Weaving in and out of traffic, she flies down the highway towards her fiancé's last known location on her motorcycle narrowly missing traffic and bullets alike.

Within minutes she is barreling down the off ramp into the section of Louisiana indicated on her GPS. One of the bikes manages to catch up to her as she goes into a corner and the person on the back with the Uzi attempts to exchange a few close quarters blows with Mellissandrea only to end up being taken out with a swift kick in the chest causing both people and the bike to go down and subsequently two of the other 3 bikes. 

The last one managed to stop just in time to avoid the collision only to be hit from behind by the van and splattered all over the off ramp.

Mellissandrea might have died right then if the barrel of the torrent on the van hadn't pierced through the back of the skull and out the right eye of the 4th biker. Unfortunately however as she was going over the final bridge, the van turrent did manage to open fire and a bullet hits her in the back of her right shoulder. This results in the loss of control of the bike. Within seconds she hits the guard rail and both her and the bike are thrown with such force over the guard rail, that the people in the van assumed there was no way she could of survived. Her last conscious thought as she plummeted into the cold icy depths of the water below her was of Jessica.

The current under that particular bridge just so happened to tow her with it and wash up onto the shores of a particular island. An alarm sounds as the waves deposit her onto the shore and a few minutes later, Mellissandrea's unconscious form is carried into Castle Smrt to the Medical Wing. She awakes once briefly to see His face and a look of confusion passes over her face only to vanish as she slowly drifts back into unconsciousness. The last thing she hears is a surprise gasp and an almost angelic voice whisper "Missy?"