I know, I know, the title is as cliché as heck, but whatever; it's a nice title~ xD It suits the story.

Too bad this will be short; it's only an introductory chapter. xD *sorrys*

WARNING: This story contains themes for older teens. If you should be under 16 or so, then please leave; this is not for regular teens. Involved are subtle and relatively explicit adult themes, violence, gore and more. I am unwilling to risk your mental health…and your parents'.

Love Takes Flight
Chapter One

"Karen. Karen Redline."

I aim the gun in my hands, cock its barrel, and shoot. The body falls with a satisfying thud, dead. With a cloth I wiped away the gore on my blade, skin and gun. I'd have to have my apparel cleaned though.

Just when I've found them, someone else gets Miles Axlerod and Professor Zündapp. My given mission: find and arrest. My mission: find…and kill.

"Karen Angelina Redline," my instructor called, and I dashed away from my friends, waving as I went to my flight instructor. This was the last test of the day, thank goodness.

My name is, as you may have heard, Karen Angelina Redline. Yes, I have the last name of my father, Rod "Torque" Redline. I've followed his footsteps in spying for years, and now that I'm nearly done with my time in the academy at CHROME, I'm betting he's proud I'm almost done.

Sometimes he helps me out at the academy, and most of the time he's out on missions. But nonetheless he sees to my training and helps me out.

In the academy he's sort of worshipped, idolized, and mooned-over. Worshipped by the teachers, idolized by aspiring students and mooned over by other women, teacher or student. Some keep asking me to ask my dad for tips and tricks, but even Father doesn't allow his secrets to be told. Except if I need to know or when he's teaching.

So today, we get our final assessment. We do special missions: aerial and land, each one having the same skills to test. The catch: no one tells you anything except for the test instructions, and you can't see the other students once you're done.

I'm now on my last test(sorry you missed the last one!): aerial. I love flying.

So, I'm to shoot 20 targets out of the sky in free fall, then land in a field. Sounds easy, right?

Wrong. Because I'll be starting atop the large camps and airbase that spans at least ten, fifteen acre. The next field is miles away.

As our flight instructor tells me to suit up, I do so, nervousness crawling in my belly. Then I remember what my dad said: Confidence and courage can make you stronger. Panic and you're dead before you can even aim.

When the instructor screams 'go' I jump, and adrenaline rushes in my veins as I free-fall. And then, I see the targets.

My gun is loaded and ready, spare magazines in my belt. I assume my position, and fire quickly. I miss in my first shot, but get it in the second. I get a few in my first shot. Not bad, but not so good, either.

As the last target breaks, I hook the gun in my belt, and pull the ripcord, but the chute doesn't billow out.

I panic, but swallow it. I turn in my pack to my front. There's the problem: someone has reassembled the straps. My hands fly in my growing panic as I reattach the straps in its correct positions, but precious seconds are ticking away. As I am satisfied by their positions I slip it over my back again, snap the clutches together, and pull the ripcord. Relief floods through me as I maneuver through the air to a nearby field.

As I land I lie on the soft grass, exhausted and very much relieved, until my instructor arrives.

"Great job, Miss Redline," she starts, and I scramble up to see my score.

I rejoice. "Ninety-three?" I scream.

She grins. "Congratulations."

My dad appears from behind and I hug him tightly as he calls out his congrats to me.

"Agent Kate Angelina Redline," the emcee calls, and I stand to take my diploma. I grin as I shake the head of HQ's hand, and I wave subtly to my father and baby sister.

As the event closes, we toss our caps in the air, rejoicing. We are officially secret agents.