Dislcaimer; I am not JJ Abrams, therefore I own very few, if any of these characters!
Ok I have been waiting to write/post this fanfiction for a long time! I started actually writing this during the olmypics, hence the reason it starts in Beijing, though I had the idea way before then. If anyone was reading my other fanfic; A BristowVaughn and a Rider, sorry but I am probably not going to update that one for a while if ever. But I hope you like this one as much if not better, I know I do! Sorry the first chapter is so short, the next ones should be longer. Enjoy!!
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A metallic alarm sounded from a hidden alarm in the forbidden city in Beijing. A teenage girl of about fifteen ran across Tiananmen Square away from the site. Two local authorities chugged after her in the sickly summer heat. Despite the said heat the teen was wearing a brown jacket that went halfway to her knees, from which she pulled two guns. Still running she spun around and around and shot, though not fatally, both of the men, with silence. In a smooth motion she turned back around back around while concealing the guns underneath her jacket once again.
The Chinese people all around glanced for the shooter, but the girl, like a thirty-year-old veteran had disappeared into the crowd.
The girl mingled with the millions of people in Beijing discarding her coat and guns in a trash can. Ten minutes later she went into an unimpressive apartment building. She climbed the stair and went into room number 217. "Didn't I say not to draw attention?" a man asked. He was sitting on an old coach watching TV. Reports from the "attack" were already on the feeds.
The girl tossed him a flash drive "But I got what I went in for didn't I? she retorted pulling off her dark wig to reveal dreadlocked hair.
"Yes you did and you did a decent job of it as well for one so young," He gave the hint of a smile, "Although you did show some mercy," He pointed to the images of the Chinese cops being loaded into an ambulance, "I was thinking that they would be put into a hearse,"
She shrugged, pulling off the prosthetics that covered her nose and cheeks, now she did resemble the bleary photos what there were of the shooter at all. "it's not like they will recognize me,"
"True," He muttered, turning off the TV and standing up. The man slowly walked to the time kitchen and took some food (Chinese obviously) out of the nearly empty fridge, and set it on the table.
The girl sat down at the table across from him but didn't eat.
The man noticed and frowned slightly, "You need to eat, we leave for new Delhi in a couple of hours, and I need you alive,"
She reluctantly picked up her chopsticks and started shoving food into her mouth, clearly not enjoying her food.
Either you have something against Indians or you are unhappy about something else. You usually like Chinese,"
She didn't answer.
"This morning?" He questioned not very interested but trying to look it.
She nodded, "They are coming closer together, Julian. You know what they are don't you?"
Julian Sark shook his head lying as usual. He had left Anastasia with a nanny, or more a retired former associate, for the first nine years of her life. He had paid occasional visits, simply to make sure she was still alive. After that he has paid for her to go to a boarding school. It had been a harsh school meant for training terrorists and Assassins, but Anastasia had needing the training in order to survive in the world of crime that she would never leave. At first the entire things had been nothing more than something on the side. a project that would one day get him millions. But when Tasia was done with school Sark had made a big mistake, He had allowed her to tag along with him. A team member he didn't have to worry about paying, not to mention no one would suspect a girl. It was in this time he had taught her some of his tricks, of course never all of them. But by spending so much time with her he had become vaguely attached. He noticed it a couple of weeks ago, a sense of actually caring whether this girl lived or died.
And in this business that was the worst possible weakness.
