The delivery girl walked away from the huge house, ridiculous in size. She hopped onto her bike and started to ride away. It would be a long trip back to her makeshift base. With one hand, she got her phone out of her pocket and put her earbuds on. She started to make a call as she sped down the road.

"Hey.. yeah, of course it is.. Well, I know where he is at at the moment. His house…. yes of course I found out where he lives… You make it sound like finding someone in under two week is impossible.." Her boss always valued her. She was the best of the best. There was no doubting it. "The others don't even have a lead?.. That's hilarious. Am I really that much smarter than them?.. Oh, well Emerson can just put a sock in it.. Well, apparently… Alright.. I have a plan.. Find first, finish later… Because I wasn't sure if that was even him!.. Just let me do my job please?.. Thank you, bye."

She hung up then turned on some music. She put on her favorite playlist and started to hum to the song "Miss Jackson" by Panic! At The Disco. She threw the stupid hat that she borrowed off of her head and pulled her hair out from her hair tie.

"You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now. You move in circles hoping no one's gonna find out." She sang to herself. It made her chuckle; it was almost as if the song was about herself. After one would meet her, more than likely the sour, metallic taste of blood would be left. But then again, she was so good at her job, so there was no need to hide everywhere, one spot would do. But she did have to travel through two cities from the small town she was in to finally get to Stark. Now she got him, and she could go back and gather up her base then head out again and 'move in circles'.

As she drove through a small part of the town she saw a breaking new report through a store window. She stop her bike and looked at the T.V screen.

"Two men have been caught and taken into custody . They are suspected for the murders of Greg Alco and Owen Braxton. They are also suspect for the drive by shooting at Willow's Cafe. There names are Bentley Adler and Halton Kenley. They will go on trial Thursday morning." She looked at their pictures, and of course, they were two of the fools sent along with her.

"Dammit.. Those idiots. I don't know why they're even here in the first place…" Now, she had a new job. Get those two out. But, for the fun of it, she decided to leave them there for a little while. She had bigger fish to fry anyway.

She got her small base, which wasn't much. Just a little set up in an old, abandoned train station. She started to gather her things into her bag and realized a few things were missing. She turned around and there was a man with a gun pointed at her.

"Who are you?" He asked bitterly. She dropped her bag and raised her hands.

"I'm just a sixteen year old girl. Just getting my stuff together, then I'll be on my way." She slowly went down, but he figured with the gun. She stopped. "No need to use that."

"That's quite the accent, little girl. Your daddy a rich man?" He asked as he gestured to the bike sitting outside.

"Well, we saved up for that noted bike. Every penny went into that bike." He walked in front of the doorway.

"Mind if I take it off your hands?" Now she was getting annoyed.

"Actually, I do." She kicked his arms up and he fired off the gun, its shots going through the ceiling. She took the gun away from him in one swift movement and pointed it at him. He charged her, but she elegantly got out of the way. "I'm no doll, now, if you don't mind,would you give me back what you stole?" She picked up her bag and held it open, the other hand still holding the gun. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some papers and a book. "Where's the coat?" She asked and her took off his jacket, her coat fitting awfully small on him. "Now the coin purse?" He pulled out her wallet and put the items in her bag. "Thank you." She nodded me started to walk out. But before she got on her bike, she turned around. The man had a knife in his hand. "Now, that's not too kind." She shot him twice in the head and he fell with a loud thud. "But neither am I." She got on her bike and started to ride off.

After a while, she made it to the next town over. By then, it was dark. She wasn't paying attention to how much gas she had on her bike. The bike started to slow down and she headed to the side of the road. Luckily, nobody was out this late, but that also means there was nobody she could trick.

"Crap…" She got off and started walking. She looked around, there'd have to be somebody somewhere to help her out. She looked and saw a light on in a restaurant. Somebody was closing up shop. Perfect. She went over to the door, and before she knocked, she thought of what she could say. "What are my names again? Lee Kent, Aria Kent of course. Oh right, the new one; Erin Denis. I'll just use Erin Kent." She knocked on the door timidly and waited. After a minute or two, she knocked again. A woman came up to the door. She looked at Aria, no, now Erin. She looked at Erin with a sad expression. Erin looked her in the eyes and mouthed one simple word. "Help." The woman unlocked the door for her

"Come in, hurry, it's cold." She said then looked at her bike. "My Lord! That motorcycle!" She said and looked at Erin. "There a place out back where you can put it. It'll be safe there. I'll go ahead and put it back there." She took the bike and disappeared around the corner of the building. Erin put her bag down and looked around. It was a nice little coffee shop. Everything in it's place. There was a table where a standing lamp was turned on beside it, a pile of napkins and silverware piled on one side of the table. Another pile had the all nicely folded together. The lady walked in through the back door and sat down at the counter. She turned on another light.

"Th...this is a nice place.." Erin said innocently.

"Why thank you. I just opened it up a few months ago." The lady said then got out two cups. "Would you like some hot cocoa?" Erin nodded and the woman started to make it. "I'm Clare, by the way." As she stirred the cocoa she glanced up at Erin. "So, who are you?"