"Are we ready?" I nodded and Storm shot through the lock on the door. We ran down the hall Storm shooting every camera we cam across. Soon we reached the large vault in the back on the bank. There were five guards posted in front of our target. I slowly pulled three daggers from under one wrist. We turned the corner and I threw one dagger at the first guard who hadn't yet realized we were there. The dagger hit him square in the forehead with a loud thunk that alerted the other guards to our arrival. Storm and I shot each other a look then both of us sprinted toward a pair of our enemy. I stabbed the first one n the heart. For the second one I snuck up behind him and slit his throat. Once the life had vanished from both of their eyes I carved a capital R into their foreheads. it was my signature, l loved to mark my victims. I looked over to Storm to see that she had finished just as quickly as I had. Storm has never shared my love of marking victims. So all her bodies was two clean bullet holes between the eyes, a short and sweet death.

"You got he code right?" I asked Storm.

She nodded and moved to type the code into the key pad. The vault door swung open revealing exactly what we had come for. Inside the vault were large stacks of money and many priceless jewels. We stared in awe for a moment. Neither Storm nor I had ever seen so many riches. "phone" I demanded knowing that if we stared any longer both of us would be sucked into memories of before we met a the orphanage. Neither of us had a good past but now was not the time for memories. Storm handed me the cell phone and I called for our partners to bring the truck in.

It took us a couple of hours to remove everything from the vault. Soon thought we were headed back to the base. It had been a simple mission for Storm and I since we were special. Even though we were only 19 we had quickly climbed to the top of the mafia we were with. So something as simple as a bank robbery was like second nature. It barely caused us to break a sweat.

Later when Storm and I returned to out small apartment, with our share of the money, we were met by Hail running through the apartment screaming about fried pickles. Hail was the 11 year old boy we had taken with us when we left the orphanage, at the orphanage while all your needs were met no one was really shown love. Only form those you had made friends with, that in itself was rare. We had known that someone needed to raise him properly so we'd taken him when we left.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" I asked him.

"I fried a pickle…..AND IT WAS YUMMY!" Hail yelled.

"Ok then" I muttered.

"Rain?"

"Yeah"

"Why do we keep him" Storm asked me.

"Eh I don't know cause he's adorable" I answered unsure.

"Works for me" Storm said as she headed towards the kitchen.

I flopped on the couch, settling in after a long day. Soon though I was stuck in thoughts I didn't want to be having. Thoughts of the only man I have ever loved.