THESE CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE SHORT! The chapters in the books are short, so these chapters will be short. Deal with it people! Chapters shall come faster for this fic than the others anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Just the plot.

Chapter two

Nicholas Walker

"So, why didn't you kill her again?" I asked my fellow assassin. Iggy Batcheldor was leaning against the outside wall of the house I'm in. I'm leaning against the wall beside the window we're talking to each other through.

"Were you even listening to me? She kicked my gun out of my hand. She avoided my knife before she got mad. Afterward, she was on me before I could get to the gun again." I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment.

"I taught you better than that, dude.'

My name is Nicholas Walker. Top assassin in the world. I'm known for seeming to appear out of nowhere. That's easy to do due to my black hair, eyes, and attire. Also known for my no 'beating around the bush' policy.

"Do you know who she is?"

"The famous Spy Jones." Wait, what? "She was after Sam for dealing. Why you…?" My hand shot through the window; I grabbed his shirt and pulled him so that we were face to face.

"You're telling me I'm in her house?" I growled.

I had been told before that I am killing the father of the same spy Iggy just failed at killing. If it were any other spy, I wouldn't give a damn. My organization has been trying to kill this man for months. And nobody has ever come back victorious. Actually, every assassin sent here was brought back cut into little pieces and in a book bag. Now I know why. Spy Jones is a cold hearted, assassin's killer! She kills us just for kicks! With a piece of hair! I watched a video once where she tortured one of our strongest guys to death with a piece of hair, a jacket, and a picture.

He gulped as a door in the house opened. "Would you look at that? Show time." I shoved him away and hid in the closet, slowing down my heart rate.

"Dad, I'm fine. It looks a lot worse than it actually is. 'Sides, that bastard is going to get a lot worse than this once I get him in custody," a female voice said as the light in the room turned on. 'Oh, Iggy. Never ever get caught by her,' I thought as I mentally went through the pros and cons of using a gun this round.

"Can't blame a guy for worrying about his oldest daughter." I decided to use a poison. Quick, simple, easy. And silent enough to let me get out alive.

"Goodnight, Daddy." The light turned off and the door closed, so I slid on my night vision glasses. I found a vial and syringe in my jacket and filled the syringe halfway.

After counting to 30, I slipped out of the closet and crept to the bedside. The man once again slated for assassination is already asleep. I plunged the needle into his neck, emptying its contents. 'That was way too easy. How the hell...?'

"Dad, do you…?" 'Whoops, spoke too soon.' I took off the glasses as the light was turned on. "The fuck are you doing?!" I spun around in time to get a punch in the stomach. I doubled over in pain.

"Iggy!" I breathed out. My friend jumped through the window just as the girl I assume is Spy ran into the room.

"Ella, call Nudge!" Iggy's ankle was wrapped by a whip, and he fell on his back. 'Definitely Spy.'

"Spy Jones. I was wondering when we'd meet. How's the ch…?" My back exploded in pain when the whip hit me.

"I could say the same, Nicholas Walker. Though why you killed my father is beyond me!" I grabbed the whip as she snapped it at me again. Though my hand hurt like hell, I yanked her to me, watching her purple hair fly about.

"Easy. He killed mine." I grunted as a knife slid into my stomach partway. I grabbed her wrist before it could hit anything important.

"Yo, Fang. We gotta go now," Iggy said. I shoved Spy back, pulled the knife out, and yanked her back using the whip. Her eyes widened in surprise and pain as her own weapon sunk into her stomach.

"Now, I bid you adieu." I let her drop to the ground, walked to the window, and jumped out.

~Line Break~

I laid on my back shirtless, watching assassins walk about. I'm back at the HQ getting my stomach treated. The whip lashes have already been taken care of.

"So you killed her?" I looked over at the redhead fixing me up.

"Well, Lissa. I used her weapon. Which, as you can see from my injured and possibly almost destroyed abs, is very lethal. And it went straight to her organs. You do the math.