Highway lights flashed overhead as Domino sped down the pallid roadway.  She gripped the accelerator of her bike firmly with her right hand, gently easing it forward, giving the engine more gas.  Several meters ahead of her was her target, Roark Calhoun.  It had taken her weeks to track the man down, and now she was finally closing on him, and closing on the end of her search.  This is the moment she had been waiting for.
	Several months prior, Calhoun had been her new partner.  She hadn’t been particularly pleased about it, but ignored it as another small inconvenience in her plan. She was about to pull of her biggest assignment yet: The assassination of a terrorist leader; one of the most powerful warlords in Africa.  Many inconveniences had sprouted up during the months of planning, and unknowingly to her, Roark would be the biggest.  Roark was added to her mission to ensure her failure.  In the period of four hours, she had gone from being one of the most highly regarded government agents, to being the most wanted woman in the world.  Now, she wanted to know why.
	When a spy needs to be removed, a very simple process is followed.  His employers will cut him off.  Removing his resources makes the agent useless; without money, contacts, and materials, the agent cannot accomplish anything.
	Now she was getting one step closer to finding out who had ordered the failure of her mission, and why.  Up ahead, the figure that was Roark on his own bike was getting slightly larger with each passing second.  Cars streamed past, both in her lane, and the opposite.  Her bike slowly closed the distance between herself and Roark.  Holding down the gas, she reached down to her ankle with her left hand, removing her sidearm from its holster.  Still using her left hand, she flicked off the safety to her pistol, and raised it in the direction of Roark’s bike.  She fired off a shot, striking the back of the bike, but missing both the tire, and Roark.
	Expecting to have simply outrun her before, her persistence had now influenced his decision to get off the highway.  He turned onto the closest off ramp, slipping past honking cars as he went.  Domino followed, mere seconds behind.  As she reached the bottom of the ramp, she could see that Roark was entering the city limits of Camden.  She fired off another shot, just barely missing the man’s shoulder.  He moved into the lane of oncoming traffic, hoping to put some cover between himself and his assailant.  Domino slipped her bike into the same lane, tailing Roark at every movement.  Roark glanced down, checking his mirror, to see an increasingly larger image of Domino in the reflection.  He glanced back at her, unable to see the expression on her face through her helmet’s dark visor.
That lapse of attention was all that she needed.  She raised her pistol once more, firing off two shots.  One struck the street, but the other pierced Roark’s tire, sending him into a wobble.  Promptly losing control of his bike, Roark slammed into an oncoming car, and careened over its roof, tumbling onto the sidewalk.  Groaning, he pushed himself up onto one knee.  The taste of blood was in his mouth, and his skinned hands burned.  He glanced back down the street.  Domino was closing distance fast now that his bike was totaled.  He got up, starting off in a mad dash with a slight limp.  As soon as Domino turned onto his street, he broke off, heading for the entrance of a mall.  Domino raised her pistol, letting off two more shots.  One of the shots grazed Roark’s arm as he passed through the doors of the mall, the other shattered one of the large glass windows.
She sped toward the door, bracing for the impact.  Her bike crashed through the glass doorway, launching her into the mall.  Shoppers screamed in terror, some running for cover.  Eyeing Roark ahead, she raised her pistol once more, and fired off another shot.  The bullet landed squarely in his lower leg, tumbling him over onto his back.  She held down the brake, skidding to a stop a few feet from the now collapsed Roark Calhoun.  Dismounting, she ejected the magazine of her pistol, sliding in a new one from her belt clip.  Roark glanced up to her, holding pressure on his leg wound with his left hand.  The smell of blood was strong.
	“Why did you do it Calhoun?” Domino asked, “You just had to ruin my assignment.”
	Roark chuckled slightly, his laugh turning into a cough, “You still don’t get it, do you?  I wasn’t put on your assignment to ruin it.”
	Domino glanced over Roark’s facing, looking for signs of duplicity.  When she found none, she enquired further, “What are you talking about?”
	Roark laughed once more, shuffling around slightly, “I should’ve known you weren’t smart enough to understand.  I wasn’t tasked with ruining your mission, I was tasked with making sure you died!  You were never supposed to make it out of that hotel, you moron!”
Domino raised her pistol, “Well you’re never going to make it out of this mall.”
Roark closed his eyes, expecting a shot.  As seconds passed, he slowly opened them.  Domino was standing in front of him, pistol still trained on his chest.  While he couldn’t see it through her visor, he thought he sensed conflict on her face.  He promptly took his chances, removing his right hand from his jacket to reveal his own firearm.  Seeing the now revealed pistol being raised to face her, she instinctively fired, letting off two shots directly into Roark’s chest.  He gasped, letting off a shot that whizzed past Domino’s shoulder, before collapsing into a heap on the mall floor.  Domino sighed solemnly as she reached down to her belt, unclipping her PDA.  She tapped the screen a few times, before turning back to her bike, and mounting the seat.  She kicked on her bike, the engine’s roar piercing the now silent mall, and revved up the accelerator, launching herself back out into the street.  She still had a job to do, and even though Roark might be dead, she had more targets to chase down before she would be close to getting her answer.  Many more.