One Goal.

There isn't much in life Faith lived for. She worked with a partner and advisor called Merc. He told her when the cops where arriving and guided her to objectives.

They have a hideout in a hollowed out air conditioner. She was running a letter for a man called 'Currency' It was obviously an alias but she ran jobs for anyone. You need money to buy food from contacts after all.

There where a few problems with being a runner. One was that you spend 90% of your time on skyscraper roofs, you have obvious tattoos on your body and you love the colour red. It's how runners train. Important paths are red, certain obstacles are orange and green. Anything un-important is white. That's basically all she saw. White and red.

"Faith. Blues. Get out, now!" Merc warned her over her earphone. Faith was resting on a rooftop drinking coffee.

"On my break? Seriously?" Faith was annoyed that someone had called the cops on her break

"Yeah, well its all well and good until they shoot you. Now get out of there!" Merc wasn't joking. The cops had been getting angry with her escaping all the time so they just started shooting. She had encountered cop-runners before but she was too good for them. They didn't understand how true free-running worked.

Faith headed for the nearest ledge, saw it was a 45 degree slope and that there was a door on a balcony with a 10 meter jump to overcome.

"Just another day of work." She looked back, SWAT cops kicked down the door. She turned, sliding down the colourless windows. Gaining enough speed to jump and land nicely on the balcony. She opened the door looked back, and gave a cop a one-finger salute, then shut the door.

"Right. I got a job for you. Get back here." Merc was tired. He was up all night trying to find a job for Faith to run but never found one until now. She hit an elevator and rode to the top. It was the building next to their hideout and nobody was watching. She jumped the gap and entered her hideout.

"Right, what'cha got?" Faith was always looking for new challenges so she enjoyed the thrill of jumping a 10 meter gap.

"We have another package from Currency. The pick-up is at the Zone building and drop-off at the air vent on Vincent's. But be careful he said that the package was delicate. Don't get shot." Merc was always concerned with Faith. She had broken a few bones before and couldn't go to the hospital, the cops would arrest her. However, Merc knew a old friend who was a doctor. He patched her up and she was running again within the quarter.

"Right. I'm off." Faith picked up the long-range transmitter, the Zone building was a good three kilometres from their hideout but the drop-off was right next to the building. Faith picked up her pocket GPS and headed out.

"Ok. You see the dog-faced sign to your nine oh' clock? Head in that direction." Faith started to run, she jumped across platforms and catwalks. She was good at what she did. The rooftops where her city, she knew how to navigate them backwards, however. On a long-range job like this, another runner was usually contracted. But she knew that she was lucky to get a job like this. Long range jobs pay a lot of money.

Faith approached the dog-logo building. There was a news chopper overhead so she took cover. The last time she didn't she had cops over her in minutes. The chopper passed over without stopping.

"Alright now head towards the Zone building. The logo is a big 'Z' Can't miss it." Merc was tracking her with and encrypted GPS signal that sent a pulse every 20 seconds. If it was continuous, it would be obvious to the 'Blues'

Blues where Merc's nickname for cops. They usually dress blue so he thought it was a fitting name.

Faith saw the 'Z' and headed towards it. It was a easy journey, jumps ended with a roll, stopping damage by falling great distances and keeping momentum. Three minutes had passed and she was at the Zone building. The package was in a air vent. As usual. She looked inside, it was some kind of remote control device. She asked Merc if he could bring anything up about it. They didn't transport dangerous or lethal items.

"Well the way you describe it, it seems harmless. So go ahead and head off to Vincent's. The drop off is marked with the usual red delta." Merc announced.

Faith ran off to the building next to it. However something was missing. The bag felt lighter, she peered in and saw that the remote had disappeared!

"Merc what the hell. The remote is gone, there is no hole in the bag and i zipped it up." Faith was annoyed. This was going to be good pay as well.

Merc sighs through the microphone. "Well. I don't know. Try looking in the air vent again." Faith looked - Nothing.

"Merc, this isn't helping. We need this job."

"I know. And i can't help if your butter-fingers are slipper- WHAT THE HE-" the microphone cut off.

Shit. Blues found Merc.

Faith sprinted towards her base, taking every short-cut she could get. She made it in less than ten minutes.

She forced the hatch off and leaped inside. The room was perfect. No kinds of disturbance. Faith yelled out "Merc! Where are you! Hello!?" No answer.

She closed her eyes, opened up the hatch and was greeted with several G36Cs aimed at her. The cops had lured her into a trap. The light was blinding. So she closed her eyes again after she was greeted by the click of the safety on a pistol to her head. She heard a bang. Then nothing.

Faith opened her eyes, well she thought that she did. All she saw was a remote control. She approached the floating device. After waving her hands around it, she determined that it was indeed floating and that there was nothing, other than that remote. Faith grabbed it - Nothing happened. She looked at the buttons on the remote. A few of them had no labels. But one of them had a strange fell to it, like she wanted to press it, she looked at the label; "DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL"

Faith's curiosity got the better of her, so she pressed it. The remote flung out of her hands and completely vanished. After that, Faith lost her sense of gravity, she felt herself start to float up, she looked behind her, she saw thousands of stars, she looked down, saw some kind of planet. Faith was confused - How could she be in space and not be dead?

Faith then felt a sense of gravity, heavier than it should be. She fell towards the planet below her at a incredible speed. Faith closed her eyes.