I exhale sharply as I ensure my knife sack is around my waist. I pull on my black uppers that has many fancy buckles then tie the laces. I fix my black leather jacket over my grey tube top, and look down my black pants. I fix my hair into a ponytail. I'm ready for my first mission after comma.

I stand as Christopher exits the bathroom with a towel around his waist. I watch him walk to the closet, his hair dripping wet. Water droplets run down his body shinning from the moon's light. I try my best to look away from his fit shape, but I can't.

My eyes unknowingly move along with the movements of his back muscles as he searches for his clothes. He turns looking into my eyes before walking back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand. I watch him brandish his six pack before he clothes the door. Somebody smack me.

I fall unto my bed heart thumping against my chest. My teeth find my bottom lip, as I think the unthinkable. My thighs squeeze together, and my heart beats faster. I close my eyes for a minute to let my emotions rush through my body and out of my system. I let myself through the doors, before I enter the restroom and do the unexpected.

The cold air snips at my feet as I exit the dorm building. The chattering and laughter of agents reach my cold ears. The night is cold and simple. The stars decorates the sky with patterns it's light brightening the sky. A full moon takes it's place among the little lanterns, looking down on us. 

A group of persons walk past me breaking me out of my trance. I begin to walk and admire headquarters at it's brightest, instead of the sky.

I pass the cafeteria and the track as I make my way to the office building. I see agents training, some running others high jump, swimming and so on. The annual Agent sports day was coming on and they were working hard towards it, especially the younger ones.

My phone rings, I answer.

"Where are you?", Elis voice booms from the other end. I hear Crystal's voice in the background.

"Behind you," I answer as the parked van comes into view. Crystal points at me, then rest her hand back on the van's window. She says something to Robert that makes him laugh.

Christopher hangs up when he sees me. He hops out the van walking over to the other side where the rest of the team is.

I place my phone back in my pocket, as I neared my new family. Their chatter and laughter bring peace to my heart. I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I hadn't meet Christopher. If I had stayed with my foster parents. If my parents didn't leave me. What would my life be like?

I smile as Robert hugs me his bear like body squeezing my short and tiny frame. I hear his heart beat as my ears collide with his chest and his arms rap around my neck, he ruffles my hair.

"Good luck on your mission blade," he says as he lets me go. Calling me by my nickname, which came about because of my skill with blades.

"Thanks," I reply and smile. Crystal touches me on my shoulder, smiling at me with her warm eyes. She reminds me of my mother, always so warm and kind. I hug her; she hugs me back.

It feels like I'm saying goodbye, even though I'm destined to return. A sick feeling sits at the pit of my stomach. I shudder in Chrissy's arms, we pull away. Self, I know I will see them again. It stills feel like a fair well. Like I won't return for a long time. I breath out. Stop. Let's stop thinking about this.

"Why don't I get any hug or do well?", Christopher huffs his lips forming into a pout. We chuckle.

"Do well sonny boy," Crystal says wrapping her arms around his neck. It's then I realized they are almost the same height. So, I'm the only short one in the group? Okay, not cool.

"We will go first see you when you're back," Crystal says as she walks back to Robert. He holds her hand before waving bye.

"Okay later," I respond. Chris shakes his head, then waves while smiling. The couple leaves; I turn to Christopher. He lets out a sigh, jams his hand in his pocket then walks past me. He opens the front door of the van.

"Shall we go," he asks. I nod getting in the van. He closes the door for me, then walks around the other side letting himself in. He shows me the package we have to drop off and reminds me of what needs to be carried out before we leave through the large castle like gates.

The drive to a next state is long. And, allows me to come face to face with my past.

I stayed there for long staring through the window of the little cottage. Days, weeks, months passed. No one came. No one cared. Father broke his promise. The weather changed, I sat their blood dried to my skin. Wounds healing and turning sores. I sat there waiting. No one. My hair grew back. My clothes torn and ragged dropped from my hungry body. I waited. Why? Because of the promise. I promised. He promised. We were supposed to keep it.

I thought he had when I saw someone like him coming own the path he took couple months ago. I dashed through the doors to greet him. The person who I thought was my father. But, it wasn't. My body was so weak I fell with a thud and for the first time in months I closed my eyes.

I was only ten when it happened. I turned eleven in the cottage. Yet still, life didn't chose to stop tormenting. My fate was already chosen.

I stayed in the hospital for months with police on my case. I was so traumatized I could say nothing to them. I didn't talk to anyone not even the phycologist. I wanted my mom. I wanted my dad. I wanted my life back. I never got it. The case stayed open, the police moved on. I was taken in by my hero. Life still had to do something to break me down again.

Vaughn, the man who rescued me and who I  had mistaken as my father adopted me. He was a solider and found me when he was on leave on a trip. He cared for me so well I wish he was my dad, but I didn't. Nothing or no one could replace my dad. I still loved Vaughn.

After a few months he went back to work. His mother took care of me. I never had a grandmother until that time, I loved her. The best grandmother she was. She took care of me, taught me, everything was perfect. Or, so I thought.

Vaughn would come home after many months and spend tunes with me, doing things Stewart never did. Maybe just once. We went to parks, arcades, posted games. I continued my training he taught me about guns, I'm still no good. He understood me. He lost his wife and daughter. He understood, we were both trying to patch a piece of our heart. We had limited time with them, yet so many memories and pain. We healed, life saw this, and took him away from me.

He never came back after he did the third time. Died on battle, part of me went dark again. Life for me didn't stop there, it still needed to prepare me.

"We are here, I think that's them," Christopher says pulling the car to a stop. He dims the light and sits up in the car.

"Remember give him the package, put the tracker on him leave. Nothing else. I'll be here if anything happens. One wrong move one bullet. Trust me," Chris says as he gives me the package. He checks his weapon and places it on his thigh. He smiles at me I do too, then go through the door.

The air nips at me as I walk to the vehicle opposite ours.  The front doors open and two men steps out. A feeling rushes over me, the same feeling when I fought against Cindy. Foreign yet so known.

I stop a good distance away from the car checking my surroundings. No movement.

The man closest to me whistles his discolored teeth showing itself. I scrunch my nose. He scratches his beard with his huge hand, then bring it back to the pocket of his blue jeans pants.

"Are you apart of the package mama?", He grins. His gold corner teeth is shown to me and his dull teeth. Gosh, I want to puke. Has he never brushed his teeth.

"No and I'm so happy I'm not," I reply. "Are you Vergo?", I then question.

"I'll collect the package," rotten teeth says. I huff. What's it with everyone ignoring my question and saying what they want to.

"I came here to see Vergo"

"He's busy"

"I want vergo"

"Demanding I see. I like my women demanding". Excuse me! I roll my eyes.

"He's in the car go ahead," the other man says, eye rotten teeth. I smile at him and nod.

I walk past rotten teeth without a glance his way. My nose picks up a stench. Jezzz nothing called a bath I guess. I open the backdoors cautiously looking inside at the bald head man I saw on the paper, before taking my seat. I close the door; action starts.

My eyes scans the old man's blue suit. His coat opened and first two buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned. His pants grip his thighs tightly, imprinting what shouldn't be seen. I move my eyes away quickly unknowingly nipping my bottom teeth.

He takes a puff of his tobacco. A thick layer of smoke surround us as he rest his hands on my thigh, no doubt seeing my previous action. My eyes trail up his hands to his blue hazel eyes. He leans closer to me.

"That's the package?" His breath fans my ears.

"Yes," I reply batting my lashes. I give him a small smile then rest my hand on his.

"Should I take it that I get a free item with the package darling," he grins his pearly whites. I pretend to be confused.

"Free item?", I ask turning my head. Our faces are so close if he pouts his mouth would touch my cheeks.

"Yes darling. If I do I'd gladly take you," he whispers into my ears. Oh so he just called me an item. Tsk. Men. Pervert. Tsk. My jaw hurts from smiling, when I really want to frown.

"Stop," I blush hitting his arm placing the tracker on him same time.

"Your mouth is so sweet," I continue playing my part. He smiles at me, then moves his arm. Vergo leans back in his seat, then takes a puff of his cigar once again. Won't he take his darn package.

"I'm sorry sir, but I really need to go now," I say, holding out the package. He looks at me, then takes the envelope. He looks in it then nods, I nod at him back. I go to leave, but his hand resting on my thigh stops me.

"Have a good night darling," he says slipping a  piece of paper in my hand. I smile and leave.

My eyes catch green hazels as I step out, I've seen this face before. I step back as I close the door, my head spins, I shake it.

"Are you okay darling?", Rotten teeth says. I shut my eyes then open it.

"Yeah, just tired" I walk off jamming my hands in my jacket pocket. I let the paper fall from my hand, to where it will stay until the jacket is been washed. I turn and look behind of me, the man still stares at me. The playground flashes cross my mind. The lashings, my father's last words, his hazel eyes. I turn around. Could it be?

A gunshot rings through the air, I fall to the ground with my hand behind my head. I scramble to find shelter, a next bullet passes my foot. Darn it. I look to the van, just a few steps away. I stand crunching, then run towards it. A bullet passes my ears. Thank God they have bad aim like myself. I open the car door pulling up myself as a next shot is fired and the window shatters.

Chris starts the car a pop is heard.

"Damnit"

"What?" I question.

"They shot two tires," he looks over on me.

"Crap! What to do?"

"Kill them and take their car," he says boredom in his tone. Easier said than done, papi.

More shots are heard, the windscreen shatters. I cover my head with my hand as I arch my back to shield me from the glass. Small glass sticks to my hand and and my back. I wince.

"Are you okay?", Chris asks concern shown.

"Yeah," I reply then look infront of me on the men stalking forward.

Where did so much come from? Chris takes out his gun pointing it through the car frame killing our opponents one by one. They drop to the ground like flies as bullets rip through their skulls and chest. Rotten teeth drop dead, now that's apart of the package. Four men counting, including Vergo and green hazel.

"Damn," Christopher throws the gun forward. No more bullets I guess. He runs his hand through his hair. I step out the car.

"Avagay," he shouts head peaking through the windshield frame. His hand grip the steering wheel and he shouts my name again. I turn around.

"Turn on the light to the brightest," I say to him before I continue my walk. He calls my name again; I ignoring him. A bullet passes my foot then the click of a gun is heard. I smirk great no bullets on two ends.  Chris turns on the light blinding the men infront. They cover their eyes and step back.

I run forward a knife in my hand. I aim for the first man stabbing him in his chest, he lets out a low scream. I twist the knife and pull it out. He falls to his knees as I slash his throat.

I look at my next opponent as I wipe my knife in my pants. Red stains my black pants, and a smirk form to my lips. I strike the next man, it misses and he drags my hand forward. I slam into him and he takes the knife. I move back kicking the knife out his hand before he tries anything. Both of us watch the knife skate away and out of reach to the dead man's body.

I look at Vergo who grabs hazel eyes and drags him with him to the car. My face receives a whip in the face, my head spins. Damnit, I just looked away for a second. My opponent punches me in my stomach catching me off guard. I stumble backwards, then dodge his other hit.  I kick him in his butt before he turns then kick him in his nuts when he turns around. He drops to the floor. A car starting alerts me and my head snaps to the run away squad. Cowards.

I turn my attention back to the groaning man an kick him in his face. Stupid. Do you really think you can contest me? Fool. I retrieve my knife an slash his throat. Dead.

A wave of confidence wash over my body, a feeling of power. Bullets rain again. I look I front of me where the shot went off. Chris. He shoots at the car, as he runs out. He tries to get the tires and shatter the glass.

The file from Cindy comes back to memory.

'Stewart Brown

A photo of the man I had just seen'

'Avagay Brown'

My dreams he was there. He was in my memories he promised me. My dad. A next bullet flies through the air towards the car, my lungs tightens. I run towards Christopher blocking from his next shot.

"Wait I need him," I say short of breath. He looks at me concern, stupidity and anger shown in his expression. He puts down the gun.