As everybody knows bold is author's writing. So I don't have to put A/N everywhere. Okay so this has characters from some of my other books but who cares. I like these three characters.

Anywhom, I will add comments a lot. So please tell me to stop if you don't like it. If you want to ask any questions please do. And tell me if it's good!! R&R!

R.B.W

Ch 1

The New Assignment

"Rise and shine sleepy." a girl with long strait jet black hair said in a bored tone. Trisha shook Hope awake. Hope stumbled to get up. But half way to the bathroom she fell flat on her face. Trisha herd her mumble a swear word under her breath. Trisha rolled her eyes. Once Trisha herd the shower start in the bathroom she walked out of the room.

Once Hope herd Trisha leave. She got out of the bathroom and went back to bed, leaving the shower running. This was Hope's regular routine. Pretend to get in the shower, though sometimes she did, wait for Trisha to leave, catch a few more hours of sleep, and then make it look like she had taken a shower.

Meanwhile Trisha had entered Sakura's room. As usual Sakura was already up. Sakura looked up. She was reading a book. Trisha leaned down to read the title. It was called, All American Girl. I do suggest reading that. "So how is it?" she askedin the same voice she always used. Sakura smiled.

"It's laugh out loud funny. You should read it Trisha!" Trisha raised an eyebrow. Sakura shrugged, "I tried." she said innocently. Trisha wasn't the one who sat down and took time to read. She would rather train with Hope. Though maybe not as much as Hope… Trisha thought about Hope. She knew that Hope would train all through the night. And when she woke up, during the day too. Trisha remembered all the bruises she has had from practice. And she also remembered that Hope was better then any of them because of it. But then again there was one question, when would Hope fall? When would she fail? And whom would be that strong enough to do it?

Okay so maybe that's three questions but really they all have the same meaning. I think.

Trisha realized she needed to answer Sakura. "Uh-huh." Sakura looked back to her book. She put her bookmark in the book and went into the bathroom. Trisha rolled her eyes again. She then walked out of Sakura's room. Beep! Beep! Beep! Trisha looked for the smoke alarm. Her nose caught the sent of burning toast. "SHIT!" she screamed.

Jumping over the couch she scrambled to the toaster. It was on fire. She just stood there a moment panicking. She turned her head to see Hope and Sakura standing by the couch. Hope's mouth gaped at the burning toaster. Sakura slapped her forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you. Don't take out your anger out on the toaster… or the refrigerator."

Trisha rolled her eyes and snarled, "That time was an accident. And this," she pointed to the toaster. "Happened all by itself." Sometimes Sakura could be very annoying. Trisha didn't know what to do. She looked back at the couch. Only Sakura was there now. Where the hell was Hope?

Sakura pointed to the sink, reading Trisha's facial expression. Hope was holding a pitcher of water. She casually walked to the toaster and poured the pitcher, the whole thing, on the flaming toaster. It went out with a sspplliisshh! She looked at the toaster, which was a melted mess, and all she could say was, "Now there goes a two perfectly good pieces of whole grain toast."

Trisha couldn't help it, she smacked Hope upside the head. Hope instantly reached for her head. "OW!" she yelled. "What the hell was that for!" her hands became fists. Trisha rolled her eyes.

"Sorry couldn't help it." she teased. Hope's hands tightened. Sakura noticed this and pointed out,

"Stop arguing guys. Please?" she gave them the puppy dog look. Trisha stopped. She was tough but was weak for the puppy dog look. Hope rolled her eyes,

"Ple-ase. I invented that look." but she was smiling again. Which told them her anger had gone. There was a few things you must know about Hope. And one was never get her angry. Let alone pissed, for then( if she was that pissed) you might end up dead. Then there was other things too. But those things you could never tell. For they were beyond secret. You were considered lucky if she told you.

They all laughed. Instead of toast they made pancakes. One of the best foods Sakura could make. They were just sitting down when the phone rang. Sakura groaned. Oh yeah. Did I mention they were working for S.I.A. An incorporation that meant; Spy, Information, and Assassination. I didn't… oops. Well they are. "Hello?" Sakura answered.

"Hello Sakura. You can put me on speaker."The person on the phone was their boss. An asshole from hell. Sakura made a face and pressed the speaker button. "Hello girls. We have a new assignment for you. From a person called Itachi." All three girls rolled their eyes. "And this assignment has a really good reward. Your freedom."

The girls perked up, interested. That's right. They are being held against their own will. They have been doing this for two years. Hope though has done it for three though. "We're listing…" Trisha inquired. They herd The Boss chuckle.

"Oh I won't be telling you, the guy Itachi will. Six o'clock tonight. Sharp. At His office at 99th street. Look for the big white building. Good luck girls! You will need it." Clank! The phone line died. Sakura and Trisha left the room to get everything evened out. Hope grabbed the telephone. She looked around to see if her comrades were looking. She walked to the window. Innocently she opened it. She grinned evilly. And with a swift flick of the wrist the phone flew out the window.

"Try to call us now bastard!" she yelled as it crashed on the pavement way bellow. Sakura and Trisha ran out of their bedrooms. They saw Hope clapping her hands satisfied with something. Trisha pointed to the empty space where the phone used to be. Sakura and Trisha exchanged glances.

"And you say that I have anger issues." Trisha said. Sakura covered her face with her hands. While she did this Hope landed on the couch. She just sat on the couch head between her knees crying silently. Sakura and Trisha closed their eyes. They knew she was clutching her scars and bruises.