Orphaned

(( The story below is something I came up with in the last hour or so... its the first part of a story about my character.
I wont give away anything at this point, but Id like people to read it and tell me what they think of it.
When I have a new part, I will update the thread ))

She didn't know why she was here.
She knew she probably shouldn't even be here - but she was.

Although she had only been awakened for a few years, it might as well have been a lifetime ago for her,
the streets she grew up on, the dull apartment blocks of Rogers Way were still the same, the gangs still ran
the streets here. Things were exactly as she remembered, but different as well.

The last time she was here, was to tell her mother that she was going to meet a few friends after work but would
come around and see her later in the week. Only... she wasn't going to meet a few friends after work.
Fate had other plans for her - 2 hours and a red-pill later, she was supposedly 'free' from a prison she never knew
existed.

The real question - was why was she back here now? She wasn't on any kind of mission or official business and it's
common knowledge that redpills aren't meant to visit people they knew as bluepills... but she didn't care about that right now. Guidelines, regulations, rules - screw it all. She had to know the truth.

Walking across from the Northwest area of Rogers Way, she entered the apartment block she knew previously as home. The stench of mould, urine and decay filled the air.
Making her way slowly towards the only working elevator in the building, she hit the button for floor 14.
Slowly, noisily - the elevator made it's way to the floor she requested. The smell and state of the elevator itself
was interesting; blood, urine, various other stains she didn't recognise all melded together making the elevator seem more used than it really was - most people took the stairs for the very reason that elevators were often used as bathrooms.

Arriving at floor 14, she walked down a narrow hallway, past several doors until she approached one in particular.
Removing her sunglasses and putting them in her shirt pocket, she ran her fingers down the door-frame.
The dent in the door from the time her father was seriously ill... the medics nearly smashed the door open with the
stretcher... the mark was still there on that door - just as it was on her.

She started to think back - her father, so ill at the time - seemingly so little they could do for him, if only they
knew what she now knows... they could have saved him.

Shaking her head, she cleared the visions from her mind, her eyes darting to the sign on the door itself.
'Apartment available for Rent - contact the landlord for details. (555) 2517-214'.

She knew in her heart what this meant, there was little doubt - but she still had to be sure that what she felt was
true.

She left the apartment building - heading back into the depths of Rogers Way...

Second part...

*Where is she? What happened? Who did this?*
All these questions and more were racing through her head as she moved through the city.
She knew the reason why her previous home would be available to rent... it was the only thing she cared about
right now.

But she had to find the answers to her questions, she had to find the truth.
She headed for the Mega City Community Hospital, not the nicest hospital in the city but its the only one residents
of Westview and Richland could afford.

She worked it out in her mind - 'walk in, ask for the records, if they refuse - take the records'.
One problem remained, being dressed in black pin-stripe trousers and a red shirt didn't look terribly 'official',
the blues weren't stupid by any means.

She made a quick call to the operator.

"I need some official looking clothes loaded up down here, something that says 'Government Official' but not
'Health Department' - got that?"
Her operator acknowledged that he understood - while she relayed what she needed, she had slipped into a small nearby alley-way and, after checking for nearby gangs and blues - she ordered the operator to change her outfit.
The change was near instant, but she could never get used to her outfit just 'changing' like that.
Taking the single FM-900 out of her jacket, she checked that it was loaded.

She didnt want to have to use it but she never went anywhere unarmed, better to be safe than sorry.
Holstering the weapon, she walked towards the hospital entrance.

"I'd like to see all files on an Claire Reynolds please, I believe she is a patient at this hospital?" She said in an
authorative, yet enquiring tone.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but patient files aren't something we just hand out, you are going to have to show me some kind of ID."
The receptionist chirped back.
This vexed her a little and she reluctantly produced the ID she had been given along with her outfit.
"Hmm, it checks out ma'am." The receptionist told DarkNyte.
"Now, may I have the files please?" She said, almost irritated in how painfully slow this was all taking.
"I'm afraid not ma'am, you would need to get permission from the local police as the woman in question is part of a criminal matter."

She turned around to walk out and sat in a nearby chair, collecting her thoughts.
Should she just take the files or should she possibly alert law enforcement to her presence?
Either way could get ugly - while she was careful to avoid fighting in the presence of the blues, sometimes she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That last 'wrong time' was when she had just 'interrogated' an exile for intelligence on her target she had been given by Agent Gray. She left the apartment and came under immediate fire from the local police force, mistaking her for a drug-dealer or possibly a gangmember. The police were here for the dealer, not her - but it's not like she could just jump through a window to escape - too high a risk with all the blues nearby.
Instead she fired a few rounds in retaliation and shot through an isolated gas-main, causing an explosion where she lept through the fireball and the wall, running as fast as she could - hoping that no blues saw her.
They didn't see her then... but they saw her before - which was enough for the police force to assume she was in-league with the dealer. Normally agents would have cleaned this up - but with the resources stretched so thin, thanks to the war with Zion and the Intruder, she had to be careful...