Moving the laptop off my lap and onto the bed, I steadily got off the bed and reached for my bag, that's on the chair just a few steps away from the bed.

Opening the bag, I dug my hand into it and felt my smooth metal gun. My sweet killer, mommy needs your help.

Sadistically smiling, I quickly placed the bag back on the chair and hid my gun behind me as I approached the door.

A small sense of excitement and fear rushed through me, I was excited to meet the person on the other side of the door, but I was also a little cautious.

I looked through the peep hole and saw a short chubby middle aged Latina woman standing outside. She had on light blue scrubs with the motel's logo patched on the left side of her shirt.

In front of her was a cart filled with cleaning supplies and tools. She looks like your casual cleaning lady, but I won't let my guard down. How about I let her in and wait until the spy reveal's itself?

I opened the door and watched the woman put up a smile as she greeted me. "H-hello, I'm h..h-here to clean your room." She stuttered.

Her hands shook as she held onto the mop, she was sweating like a wild dog and most of all her heartbeat was beating crazily fast.

She's the real cleaning lady, that I know. And she's definitely not the spy, neither is she working with the spy on her own free will. In fact, she's being forced, they have something against here.

But why send her here? What's she got to do with their plan?

My thoughts were interrupted when a bullet pierced through the lady's head. The light ringing noise of the freshly released bullet, sounded in my ears as I shockingly watched the woman fall to the ground.

What th-

Click

The sound of a gun being cocked came from behind me, looking up ahead I caught sight of another gun.

I remained mute and calm, not wanting to further my situation into the bad zone. I've already got two guns aimed to my me, just play it cool.

"Give it to her" Said the strong deep voice of the man holding the gun in front of me. Cooperating I kept my eyes on the man in front of me as I handed my gun to the person behind me.

As I stared into his cold grey eyes, I felt small soft hands take my gun. There's a woman behind me, without thinking further my body was jerked back. Allowing the man at the entrance to step out of the cleaning lady's pool of blood and into my room.

Finally getting the door closed, the woman pulled the chair posted by the bed to the middle of the room, she pushed me into it and began tying my hands.

The man's gun was still pointed at me, putting security on the woman as she tied me up.

A long silence filled the room for what felt like ages, no one spoke, no one moved, we just shared the air surrounding us. This is weird, these people obviously want something from me, so what is it?

I sure won't speak, who knows if these people will cut my finger off just for talking out of turn. I know that from experience...well I didn't experience it, I more of gave the experience.

Taking this time to analyze them, I knew that they were hired professionals. From the guns they use to the neatness of this knot on my wrists, they were for sure assassins.

They both had on matching black cargo clothing, almost everything on them were identical. In fact, they even had the same face structures. Blonde hair, grey eyes, slightly carved jaw bone, long pointy nose, and thin pink lips.

They're siblings.

So I'm guessing the man was the one spying on me back in Germany, his eyes alone put a thick blanket of intimidation all over me. What's unusual is that, I don't feel the crazy amount of fear I had back then and now that I think about it, Jade hasn't even responded to his presence. It couldn't have been him.

The door to my room opened and in walked the bystander to the years long abuse I've been given a while back.

What the fuck? Am I dreaming??

He's supposed to be dead, it's impossible, how is he still alive? I remember vividly that I stabbed him under his mouth, the knife penetrated his skull. It was fucking pointing out the top of his head!

A proud smile curled on his lips, "I see you've met the Otto twins, they're quite the handymen." He said happily.

I was too stunned to speak, all I could do was watch him walk around the room, touching things. "H...h-how? How are you s-still alive?" I finally managed to say.

"Hm? Oh yeah! I took a dose of istselenie serum a few moments before you killed me." He casually said as he moved over to my bed, where Brunet's laptop was still open.

Damnit, don't touch that.

Too late, his eyes already caught sight of the laptop. He reached to grab it, "Ooo is this a federal agent's laptop? Since when did you become-" He stop mid sentence when he realized what I was doing with it.

He laughed as he went through the laptop, "Oh you criminal, I see you've stolen...Agent Daniel Givens's laptop."

Your a dumbass Nunu.

"What's an istselenie serum?" I asked.

Juan looked at me before nodding to himself, "Oh yeah, for a second I forgot why I have you tied up."

"Isn't it for revenge?" I questioned him.

Putting down the laptop he laughed, "No, I don't want revenge. Actually your my mission."

Mission? What mission?

Moving over to me, Juan stood next to the Otto brother and gestured for him to lower his gun. "It's ok, she's not going to go anywhere. Look, it's obvious she knows what's going on." He said to the hesitating Otto brother.

The Otto brother gave me a final look before giving in and lowering his gun, he sister on the other hand still had her gun aimed at the side of my temple. I guess she's not letting her guard down.

"So to answer your first question, the istselenie serum is a serum that grants you temporary fast healing."

Fast healing? Really? What are we in? A supernatural comic series?

I'm certain he's a demon, and that lame excuse ain't gonna work. Whatever, pushing his response aside, I went to asked my other question. "Unh huh, so why do you need me?"

Juan bent over to my height so he can look me directly in my eyes, "Your just what Professor wants, once I give you to him, I'll finally get a place among the Units."

W-wait what? Whose the Professor?