Ok, fellow MR lovers. I need to get this out there now. I shall say this at the beginning of every single chapter. THESE CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE SHORT! The chapters in the books are short, so these chapters will be short. Deal with it people! Chapters shall come faster for this fic than the others anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Just the plot.

Chapter one

Spy Jones

I turned on the laser on my gun, walking silently into the designated room. I had just gotten the all clear, so it is time to finish my job. The night vision glasses I have on enables me to see well in the dark rooms like this one.

My name is Spy Jones. I am the best spy in an organization called Spy Next Door. This organization basically kills/arrests people like drug dealers and assassins. I am known for changing how I look just by simply thinking about it. My normal look is all purple. Purple hair, eyes, shirt, pants, shoes, and jacket.

I am currently in the process of, as said before, completing a job. I have been watching this drug dealer for a week now, and it is time.

I aimed my gun at the boy (just in case he had some kind of trick up his slumbering sleeve), reaching into my pocket and pulling out my new iPhone 6. I was about to use it to turn on the lights (totally awesome app, and I am the only person that knows how to get it) when I was knocked into a wall. 'What the fuck?!' I thought as my glasses fell off before I could see who my attacker was.

"Get out of here, Sam!" a male voice barked. I aimed a kick in that direction and was satisfied with the sharp intake of painful breath. 'Ha, I broke a bone!' Unfortunately, I was forced to watch the target get away through the passageway that leads straight to the back door.

"Fuck no! I worked too hard for this!" I snatched my walkie-talkie out of its holster on my hip. "Code Red! He's escaping through back door!" My talkie was shot, and I took a moment to think about how that could've been my face.

Of course, I couldn't let that slide. I swung my foot high and around, kicking the gun out of my attacker's hand. That's right, I can tell where that person was standing just from the gun shot. Call it Spy's Intuition.

"Who are you?" the idiot (who happens to be a guy) asked me. I inched toward the light switch.

"Somebody you don't want to fuck with," I simply answered. Just as I found the switch, I caught the glint of a knife. 'Shit!' I ducked in time to get the cut on my cheek. 'Bastard! That doesn't heal as easily!'

Enraged, I flipped the switch and attacked. I soon had the guy on the ground unconscious from three purposely slightly bad and one well-placed punch to the head. I grabbed my glasses and phone and left the house the way I came.

~Line Break~

I sat in my chair as a medic treated my cheek. I am now back at the SND HQ.

"How did you get caught?" my boss asked. Her tone hinted that she wanted to intimidate me. Didn't work too well in her favor.

"How am I supposed to know? People you hired gave me the all clear." 'Those same bitches are the ones I'm going to beat within an inch of their life.'

"You should've done it quickly! But noooooo! You just had to show off!" I jumped to my feet and punched the fuck out of her face. I watched her cradle her destroyed nose, pissed off.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again! I'm the best damn spy you got! So you better treat me as such!" I motioned the medic to follow me as I walked to the research room.

"Who is he?!" Three seconds later, I was looking at a file on the big screen.

"Iggy Batcheldor. Ranked second in assassinations. Nudge is currently after him," a friend of mine, Angel, summarized.

"Call her." A few moments later, my mocha colored coworker that talks way too much for this job appeared on the screen.

"Spy, this isn't a good time. I'm in the middle of…."

"You're in the wrong country."

"Come again?"

"Bastard Batcheldor tried to prevent me from taking my target a little while ago."

"What?! I thought he was in Canada!" she shrieked.

"Does this cheek look like he's in Canada?" She huffed, undoubtedly mentally cursing a blue streak. 'Welcome to the club.'

"I'll be back soon. Stupid son of a bitch!" Angel cut off the call.

Sorry about the cursing. But it's rated T.

-RozaCourt