A/N: This is my first fanfic and frankly I was kinda scared. I would've started posting a long time ago but I'd have nightmares of flamers hehe. Anyways...remember Zabranski the guy who was snooping around Maslow's office and questioning Mika. I always thought he was up to no good and knew more than he let on. Oh and thanks for the support Panda-girl19! Everyone else who reads...Reviews will make me feel better!

Mika looked at the guard. "Can't a girl get some privacy around here?" The guard stood still pretending as if he hadn't heard her. If he wasn't blinking Mika could swear he was a statue. He just stood there watching her. How do I even get into these messes? The door swung open. The man with the glasses was back with another person. Mika recognized the other guy immediately. "Zabranski!" she yelled, a mixture of confusion and shock making her voice sound shrill. Sure enough her superior-ex superior as soon as she gets out of this mess-turned to face her. "Coretti" Zabranski addressed her casually as if they were out to dinner or something. Is he working with these people? "What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" asked Mika. Zabranski took out a cigar and put it in his mouth unlit. "It's simple really." He pulled out a lighter. "Mind if I smoke" Mika didn't say anything. He continued. "Powerful people pay big money to kill other powerful people. Survival of the fittest. Kill or get killed. These people trust that what they are doing are kept under wraps. The clans they pay also want secrecy so they can continue offering their services." He paused and lit his cigar. He took a long drag before talking once again. "This is where I, we, come in. We put those powerful people in contact with the clans in exchange for getting rid of their 'problems' in complete secrecy and we help the clans stay in business. So you see, Mika, we're like the middleman. A retailer of sorts." Suddenly realization dawned on Mika. "Eropol's working with assassins." Shit! Why didn't I see this before. "Just the one's smart enough to know a good business deal when they see it. You're a bright girl, I can see that. So you know why people knowing about the clans is a bad idea. It throws off the whole balance of things." Mika watched angrily as he took another drag of his cigar. "You are sick!" she stated through clenched teeth. "No Mika, I am a great businessman." Mika felt a chill go up her spine. Once they get the information they needed what are they going to do to her? Why were they keeping her alive?

Raizo walked in wearing sunglasses and sporting shorter hair. He looked different but it was undoubtedly him. Raizo looked at the older man in front of him. "Where's Mika?" Maslow was shocked that Raizo actually came to the office but that subsided once he realized Mika may actually be missing. "I was afraid of this. I tried calling she's not answering her phone. I haven't seen her since yesterday" Raizo seemed to be looking through his words. He didn't care much for what he had to say unless he could give him a location. Mika was in danger. The only person who truly cared about him was gone. Or dead. He wouldn't allow himself to think of the alternative. Mika had to be alive. Maslow mumbled something about alerting the authorities and Raizo took that as his cue to leave. He was going to find Mika.

Mika was left alone. Finally. The next guard wouldn't come for 30 minutes. She was getting used to the schedule. Breakfast, questioning, lunch, dinner, sleep. They never got much information out of her but they still kept her around. They knew something she didn't know and she didn't plan on staying to find out what it was. She started fidgeting with her handcuffs. She had to find a way out of here. Come on Mika! THINK! She heard footsteps and stopped what she was doing. In came a female in a white lab coat followed by a guard. The female stepped over to her and undid her straps. "Mr. Zabranski wants to see you." She put her hand under Mika's arm and led her through the door. Mika's handcuffs were still on but she began to formulate an escape plan. She only hoped it worked.

Maslow couldn't believe it. He told his supervisor, Mr. Braun, about Mika's disappearance and he told him she called in sick. "That's impossible sir. She hasn't answered any of my phone calls and I have a source that tells me she hasn't been in her apartment since last night!" "Mr. Maslow. I'm warning you. Keep your nose out of this!" Maslow slammed the door behind him heading back to his office to grab his coat. "Maslow I smell a rat." It was Raizo. He was standing near his window, arms folded. Maslow nodded. He closed the door. Ordinarily Raizo wouldn't trust people like Maslow. People like him are like puppets, always following orders not knowing the consequences, but this time was different. He could tell they both shared a common goal. "Meet me at this address alone in two hours. I've found something on Mika. Bring your laptop." He handed him a post-it note. "Don't be late."

Maslow walked the stairs to an somewhat dilapidated apartment building unsure if this was the right place. He didn't know much about assassins but he didn't think they would live in a place like this. He paused to look at room numbers. 622, 623, 624, There we go. 625. He raised his hand to knock but the door was already open. "Come in." Raizo eyed him and seemed to be mentally checking him. Once inside he noticed that the apartment was very concise, neat and clean. There was no furniture except a futon. It didn't look like someone lived there. Raizo gestured towards the futon. Maslow sat down and pulled out his laptop. Raizo handed him a thumb drive he was holding. "It has information on Mika but the location is locked to non-Europol officers." Maslow looked at the computer screen in awe. Apparently there was some sort of top secret warrant on Mika and plans to erase her name from the system. "I can't fucking believe it! Europol is behind this?" Anger and dread flashed over Maslow's face. Of course. Who else? "Where did you get this information?" Raizo deflected the question. "Maslow, we need the access codes." "Right. These files require a Level 3 code. I only have a level 2 code."