Elo everyone! This is my second Avatar story ever. No, this isn't the sequel to RIEW, this is totally different. It's AU, AH and OOC a little. I thought about making a spy story for a while... well let's just say the inspiration hit me today. But anyway, I'm not going to make any "Mary-Sue" characters, because those are just overthrowing the Writing Galaxy. So… this will NOT be your average Avatar story, blood, maybe some gore and hardcore romance is included which means it's rated M! I hope you guys like it! Oh, and there is a lot of scene changes. You have been warned.

Please read, review and Enjoy!

The tiny silver piece of metal flew past her cheek swiftly. It was a close call, yet somehow she felt the smoothness of the bullet lingering on her flushed face. Her breath caught in her throat in that moment, for which she believed it would be her last. So close, so very close…

Katara held her m19 berretta gun close to her chest as if it was her life saver. Chaos was among an alleyway in the night streets of Chicago. Her partner was no where to be seen, but Katara knew that the occasional gun sounds signaled their existence. She was used to fighting in dark alleys with the most notorious criminal lurking around there. Years training with the Secret Association of Crime Fighters, or SACF for short kept her senses sharp. Of course, their existence was secret but the FBI was after them for a while. How could such young people have access to technology that even the FBI did not have handy?

It was illegal, dangerous but necessary. Her enemy that murdered rich families was on the FBI's Most Wanted List, but they had never even had a clue of where to find them. That's where the SACF came in. Sokka, Katara's intelligent brother, hacked into the systems to gain such precious information. Yes, that is a reason why their organization needed to be arrested, but they were helping. Her father, Hakoda, owned the organization which meant that many of the members were either teens or young adults.

Katara strained her eyes and leaned over slightly to look behind the building she hid behind. Just a second ago a bullet nearly took off her head, but there was no sign of life nearby at the time. All she could make out was a garbage dumpster, some trash cans and litter all over the concrete ground. Again she leaned back over and took in shaky breaths.

What was she so worried about? This was nothing compared to her other missions that Hakoda assigned to her in past events. Yet that thought didn't stop her heart from racing. She tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed a little button on her blue tooth.

"I don't see any signs of him here, Suki. I think we may have lost him," Katara spoke lowly as she leaned over to look again.

There was a long silence until static sounded for a brief moment. "Shit! This always happens when we think we got him cornered. Well, this is a recon-mission so let's search a little bit longer then head back to base. Sound good?"

Katara nodded to herself. Suki already knew she wouldn't turn down that idea. The tanned girl stood up gingerly; making noise in an already silent environment wasn't going to help her find him. Her black dress shirt was wrinkly and clung to her moist skin. The black Capri pants she wore gave her legs some air, but her thighs still felt wet and sticky.

The first few steps were hard; her target could be anywhere and if he found her… then she'd be gone. But luck was on her side in that time frame, for she didn't see him or hear any sounds at all. Smoothly Katara rounded the corner and was in new territory. Trash was still scattered around on the ground, rodents ran past her black heels and only one light was available to her use. Nonetheless, the scenery was still the same quiet, dark, dirty atmosphere.

The click-clacking of her heels made her even more nervous. What if he was waiting for her in a dumpster? Would he pull out a knife… or a machete like previous encounters? Katara's mind reluctantly reeled back to their last one. She was alone; her gun had been striped from her and her Bluetooth was destroyed. He had her tied to a chair in a dark room with no sigh of an exit. That was the time she was able to get a great look at him. His eyes were cloudy grey, midnight hair and a devious smirk that was somewhat adorable.

As much as she squirmed and rejected his offerings of food, she was still frightened. Hakoda informed every single member that fear could never be shown. Once the enemy knows their weakness, there was no point in fighting anymore. But he didn't seem to have any intentions of killing her. His machete was by her throat though, teasing her by letting the sharp blade glide across her neck. It was a horrid experience.

Katara shook her head constantly removing the memory once again. She had to focus on her objective, not some tantalizing thought! Her feet began to move once more until she heard a scurrying sound. Her instinctive nature took over and she spun around quickly with her gun out before her. Icy eyes darted from here to there, but she couldn't pick out anything odd at all. The sound was so awkward though, almost like someone…

"Hey!" Katara shouted.

Feet away she saw a shadowed figure. Once her voice reached them, they turned and she easily saw milky skin. They didn't hesitate to climb up the fire escape that was located on the side of the building. Katara gasped and instantly her lips turned into a snarl.

Not this time, she chanted to herself.

Her legs moved uncontrollably as she broke into a sprint. As soon as she arrived in front of the rusty ladder, her target was already at the top of the building looking down at her. Katara hauled herself onto the ladder and she climbed slowly. The heels she wore were not for this occasion but she'd have to deal with her predicament.

Atop the building was a beautiful sight. The streets below were filled with cars and late-night shoppers. Lights glowed and changed colors everywhere. The roof of the building was flat with no obstacle to block her view of the mysterious person. Once again, she held her gun up and cleared her throat.

"Freeze! Put your hands up and drop any weapon you have!" Katara yelled in the air.

The body didn't move, but their head raised and she made out a face. It's him, she thought frantically. His eyes locked with her own and he grinned mockingly.

Katara growled and took a few more steps further. "I said put your hands up!"

He didn't comply though; he actually walked towards her until they were face to face. By now Katara should have reacted and took him down, but his handsome face compelled her. He wasn't that much older than her, he might have been the same age actually. Her gun was snatched from her hand without a problem. This was just like what happened last time, she froze up.

"And I thought you were troublesome… You are really adorable when you try to act threatening," he said smoothly.

Katara gulped and her lip quivered in fear. He had her wrist in his iron grip and his other on the small of her back. It was almost like a waltz position.

"Why are you doing this? Who the fuck are you!" Katara spat out, regaining her stoic façade.

The boy snickered at her sudden outburst. He already knew how bad she faltered around him. Carefully he leaned in while brushing her thick brown hair behind her ear. Teasingly he whispered, "My name is Aang. And why am I doing this? I have not thought about that, nonetheless I would not tell you why either way…"

Her body was on fire then. Whatever he had done to her in their stare down had finally taken its toll on her body. She had never felt so… so… aroused before. For one thing she liked it. The way his hands (even if they were gloved) touched her bare skin made her shiver in delight. This was making her sick to her stomach, though her hormones didn't seem to mind the much needed attention. Would she give in and let him continue his Casanova ways that she adored so much?

No, that wasn't going to happen.

Katara bit her lip roughly so she could awaken from her lust-like trance. Once reality hit her, she continued with her death glare and she struggled to break free.

Aang frowned, and stopped his massive flirting with her for a moment. Why had she snapped out of his hypnotic actions? It was clear for a minute that she was enjoying it, but then in a flash she became stoic again. Every second with Katara left him with more and more questions…

But those questions would have to wait, for Katara was becoming angry. Her tries to become free of him was becoming more and more violent. She kneed him right in his groin and he faltered, letting her wrist go. Katara stumbled backwards and put a hand on her head. Aang was making her feel so fluttery… so wanted. She somehow managed to put her emotions aside and run back up to him to give him a good roundhouse kick to the head.

Aang wasn't that dizzy though. Instantly he caught her calf and pushed her leg back towards her body making her hop unbalanced like. Katara used all her strength to twist her leg out of his grip. But, again Aang foresaw her move and he easily let her go, making her fall onto the ground.

Katara regained her senses quickly and she did a messy Swipe Kick that did, in fact result in him falling down also. Her gun was in sight, and Katara sprinted towards it. Aang had different plans for Katara tonight though. He grabbed her leg and she tripped viciously onto her face. The impact was hard and Katara swore she saw stars swimming in her vision. Was this the end, she thought uncontrollably.

"You are a sneaky girl aren't you?" Aang mocked evilly. He stood and held Katara in his arms like a baby; she was helpless in her state of mind. Slowly he walked to the edge of the roof and looked down at the busy street. "Tonight you probably thought you would defeat me once and for all… but my dear, I am a lot more cunning than you had ever believed. I know your name, Katara."

At the sound of her name, Katara's eyes widened a little before they became half-lidded again. The pain in her head was too much to handle. A sudden wind emerged from the night, whipping Katara's brown locks around. Aang's own headband strings moved also.

"I know a lot about you and your Father. But I have said too much, so this is where I must bid you a farewell, my dear," Aang said lowly. Gently he planted a kiss onto Katara's slightly parted lips, before dropping her over the edge. It was evil, maybe even fucked up, but Aang watched carelessly as Katara plunged to her death.

And all she could do was scream mentally, for the ordeal was to terrifying for actual sounds…

So there you go the first chapter of my forming story. It might not be as good as RIEW… but hey, an Authoress can dream, can't she? He he! Well, I need some reviews guys so, please review! *waves with a teddy bear of Haru clutched to chest all tightly* What? Aang is a sexy ass beast!