I pad down the hard metal floors, my shoes making soft clicking sound as I walk past the grey walls; merciless and unforgiving. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see doors at the sides. Once every so often, I hear the muffled screams coming from the people that my colleagues are interrogating. Whether the voices are male or female doesn't matter; they are all high pitched and weak. They are all pathetic; they don't deserve to live.

I stop at the end of the corridor. To an outsider, the sheet of metal that I face is just that; another sheet of metal. But I know better. I wait for the computerized camera to scan my face and after a few moments, the wall slides and allows me through. The Director trusts no one, not even me, so she settles for technology. I step into the white room.

In front of me is a dark redwood desk and the only thing on it is a labelled manila folder. From where I am standing, I can't make out what it says, but I am sure the Director would tell me about it soon enough.

Opposite me is the Director's large, leather office chair, and if it wasn't for the constant clicking of a pen, I would have thought that I was alone. It's a really annoying habit the Director has, but she'd probably kill me if I asked her to stop. The clicking ends and the Director spins around to face me. With a final click, she places the pen onto her desk.

The Director has short, light brown hair, which is almost always pulled into a ponytail. Her perfect, flawless skin and dark, hazel eyes altogether give her the looks of a movie star. But there is something cold and calculating in her eyes, something that makes her both beautiful and frightening.

"You have done well, Fang. No one knows anything about the bodies…yet." Her soft voice carries across her desk. You would never think that she was the kind of person who ran a business that specialised in killing people. I simply nod in acknowledgement. You never talk out of line to the Director unless you want to lose your tongue, something that doesn't appeal to me very much.

"I have a new assignment for you." A small, cold smile slips onto her face and I nod again. She leans forward to place her slender fingers onto the manila folder and slides it forward.

"Be careful with this one Fang." The Director turns her chair around again, and waves her hand lazily in dismissal. I allow myself a small smile, before taking the folder and walking out of the door.

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My room is at the top of the building; I like the feeling of being up high. Most people are afraid of falling and winding up in either a hospital or morgue. Me? I don't really care when I die. No one lives forever and personally, I'd much rather fall off a building than get shot at. It would be a nice, final picture; to have the wind rushing past you than to be peppered with bullets.

I soon arrive at my room and when I look around, nothing seems to have changed. Not that I had expected it to. Most of my room is black; wardrobe, lamp, bed and clothes. The walls are white with black stripes, a result of a compromise, as the Director doesn't like so much black in one room. She's very superstitious.

I walk over to my bed and sit on the black quilt. Better take a look at that file. I flick it open to its first page. It is a picture of a girl. Her eyes are a warm chocolate brown, her hair the a few shades lighter than her eyes. She has high, refined cheekbones and a slightly devilish look about her. I study her picture analytically, so that I don't confuse her with a random stranger. She was generally pretty, almost a shame that I'd have to kill her.

I place her picture next to me on the bed and scan the second page, which has all the usual details on it: name, birthday, weight, height, education, last known location. She has an interesting name…Maximum Ride. I am surprised at how tall she is; only a few inches shorter than me, and I'm six foot one. She appears to be really light too; maybe she is one of those girls who gives up eating for the sake of beauty. Oh well…her health is no concern of mine. I flick over to the next page. This page is my favourite. It tells me all I have to know about the person, to know what I am up against. Their strengths, weaknesses and deepest, darkest secrets are on this page.

Fears: Small spaces

Small spaces, huh? So, she is claustrophobic, then…

Skills:

Black Belt-Karate

Black Belt-Tae Kwon Do

Can speak English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, Russian, Greek

Excels in swimming, athletics, knife throwing and archery

History: N/A

Hmm…that's weird. There must have been some mistake, she should have a history…Maybe it's a typo? I dismiss that thought quickly with a shake of my head. No…she either has a history and they don't want me to know about it, or she may not actually have a history at all.

I skim over the next page, and read the actual assignment. All I have to do is get close to her, get information the government wants from her; I could use some of my new torturing techniques that I learnt last month. Including one from Medieval England, it may be a little out-dated but one things for sure, those idiots didn't know how to spot a witch, but they did know how to convince a person that it would be a lot simpler just to be a witch then keep living through their torture. Ever heard of the blood eagle? You don't want to. Then kill her. Simple, right? Except for one small problem…I don't know what information the government wants from her. For all I know, the Director would want me to confirm that the girl knew how to make pigs fly. Fat chance.

The last few sheets were my credentials; birth certificate, passport, driver's licence and school transfer documents. I place all the papers about the girl back into the folder, leaving out my ID as I'd need them tomorrow.

I leave my bed and walk to my wardrobe, and pull out a black duffel bag. Throwing it onto the bed, I whip out three pairs of designer jeans, ten black shirts and my favourite-but pricey-leather jacket. I won't need much, this was only going to last a week or two.

I peel back the inside lining of my duffel bag to reveal a secret compartment there. I only use it for anything that I don't want anyone else to find, so I slip the manila folder in there. Taking the pile of clothes that I had picked out earlier, I pack them tightly into the bag. I double check to make sure I have everything I will need. Hang on…I'm missing something.

I lean over to my side table and slide the drawer open. There, at the back of the drawer, wrapped in cloth are my twin daggers. I pick up the bundle and lay them on my bed. Carefully unwrapping the cloth, my reflection catches on the shiny metal. I gently pick one up, holding it securely in my hand to get a closer look at it. I tilt the dagger slightly to see what was written on it. Disappointment. The word is written in cursive writing. I place the first one back onto the cloth and pick up the second. Worthless is engraved in the same writing. They were from my own father. He gave them to me remind me what I had been to him. Can you tell he loved me? And you were wondering why I got paid to kill people. They had been the last thing he had given to me before he died the day after. That same day I was taken away to become an assassin. Nice life story, huh?

I re-wrap the knives and place them neatly next to my clothes. Tomorrow I will start my assignment. This one was going to be quick and easy.

Yo,

I finally updated, sorry it took so long but i wanted to make it perfect.

I would like to thank all of the people that reviewed (I got 10! You guys rule) and i would like to reply to the people the are either to lazy to sign in or get an account. So here it is.

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