Chapter 4 - Just an Early Morning Workout

"Here," a man's voice said as he slammed a folder down on the coffee table in front of Macey. The abruptness of the action pulled her out of a sleep that she didn't remember falling into.

"What the hell?" She said as she sat up on her elbow and yawned before looking up to see her brother from earlier standing in front of the coffee table again. As she sat up and crisscrossed her legs, she saw the black folder sitting in front of her. "What's this?" She asked as she leaned forward to look at it.

"New contract," he said bluntly.

"It hasn't been a month yet, Kaiser" she informed him. "Why am I getting add-ons?"

"Add-on," he corrected her, "and because I personally talked to the Queen and told her how you needed more training. She gave me this to give you."

"I don't need more training," she said under her breath as she got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen, leaving her brother still standing there.

"It appears that you do," he countered, "you've gone soft."

As she entered the kitchen area, she looked at the time on the microwave.

"It's 2 AM?!" She exclaimed. "Why the hell are you waking me up at 2 AM?!"

"If you had been doing your job, you would have already been awake," he reminded her.

While her brother when on and on about how she had forgotten what her job was and that she had gone soft, Macey walked over to drawer with the silverware in it, grabbed a red coffee cup, and walked over to the coffee machine to make a cup of coffee. Once she was finished putting her cream and sugar in in it, she walked back to the futon and sat back down.

"What's the mission?" She asked, sounding tired.

"Target's name is Rayne Muto," he began to explain as she flipped open the file to look at the contract. "She's a very well-known fashion designer and foster parent; however, what people don't know is that she fosters the children so that she can have free labor in putting her designs together. The children, who are aged five to nine, are forced to work in cramped rooms with no air conditioning and are only given a meal a day."

"Why not just go to the police then?" She asked as she closed the folder and took a sip of her coffee.

"Last year, she donated $2,000,000 to the police department – the biggest donation they've ever had, and so they're-,"

"They're not going to mess with their biggest investor," Macey cut him off. "Typical. Who ordered it?"

"Six months ago, one of the nine-year-olds was thought to have died from malnutrition. His body ended up on the side of the road, but after a few hours of lying unconscious, he got up and started to walk down the road. He was later found by a couple who took him to the police station. The police returned him to the orphanage that he'd been adopted from because at the time, he had no memory of where he came from, but later he remembered. Two months ago, he was put back with his real family. After he told his family about the incident, they filed a report to the police, and the police of course said that they couldn't do anything. A long distant relative of the boy works for C.I.A, so he of course knows about the assassins. The relative, who is anonymous, is the one who ordered it. According to the relative, the boy told him that the sweatshop is somewhere here in Satan City. He wasn't exactly sure where – only that it was somewhere downtown. He said there was a large green building with words on it that was across the street."

Assassin Rule #3.) The assassins are paid by and protected from criminal punishment by the C.I.A (Central Intelligence Agency). All legal contracts must be given by either an on duty or off duty C.I.A agent to the Queen. The Queen then has a month to assign the contract to an assassin. If the contract goes a month without being assigned to an assassin, it will be taken back and burned. Any contract that is not given through a C.I.A agent is considered illegal. An illegal contract is a contract given by someone who is not a C.I.A agent or an assassin that carries out an assassination for their own reason. The C.I.A will only protect an assassin that cannot be identified by a surviving victim or anyone else who can place them at the scene. If the assassin who completes an illegal contract is caught, they will not be protected by the C.I.A.

"I still don't see why I have to do it," she said as she leaned back and stretched her arms over the back of the futon.

"As I said, you could use more training. Anyways, you're working an illegal contract right now and taking your time at it. The C.I.A will eventually figure out that you're working an illegal contract when they realize that they haven't been seeing your name on any completed contracts."

"Fine," she sighed as she stretched. "I'll do it."

"It wasn't like you had a choice," he said sternly as he walked towards the front door. "And since this is being considered remedial training, you will have twelve hours to complete it – the same amount of time as a normal training course."

Macey didn't say anything in return, but instead glared at her brother with an unimpressed look.

"Oh, and I thought I told you to get rid of that stupid hair and eye color?" he reminded her.

Again, she didn't say anything as she kept the same look on her face. A few seconds later, her brother turned transparent and walked out the front door, closing it behind him softer than yesterday.

"Remedial training," she scoffed as she went back to drinking her coffee. She grabbed the remote that was sitting on the coffee table and turned the television on. "I don't need remedial training."

"Apparently you do since you can't seem to assassinate a target who practically threw himself onto your dagger multiple times!" The voice yelled.

Not now, it's too early for this, she thought as she took a deep breath in and closed her eyes.

After finishing her coffee and eating some cereal and fruit for breakfast, Macey walked into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. As the hot water ran down her body, she couldn't help but wonder if her brother was right about her. Am I just being childish? She wondered. Perhaps I should just go ahead and clear my contracts up. Easier said than done, I suppose – especially when the targets don't seem to be bad people. Maybe Kaiser was right – maybe I have forgotten what I am. After throwing her thoughts around, she turned off the shower, threw her towel around her, got out, and wiped the fog off the small mirror to look at her reflection.

"Kaiser was right," she chuckled. "Purple is a dumb color." She tied her hair back into a bun with the hair tie that she always kept around her wrist and put her hands on top of her head. Color Manipulation, black, she thought as she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened the up again and looked in the mirror, she saw that her hair and eyes had been reverted to their natural color.

Color Manipulation

noun.

1. An ability possessed by all assassins that allows them to change their hair and eye color to any color of their choice.

Activated: The user must place his/her hands on top of their head, close their eyes, take a deep breath in, gather enough energy in between their hands and their head, and focus on the color that they want their hair and eyes to become.

Deactivated: Color Manipulation can never be deactivated – the color can only be changed.

"There," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. "Good old boring, plain, natural look."

She walked out of the bathroom and over to the dresser where she pulled out her standard assassin getup from the bottom left drawer. As she put her shirt, mask, belt with leg straps, her lower arm straps with two small bags on both sides, and pants on the top of the dresser, she revealed her black boots with gray straps, and she took them out and sat them next to the dresser. In the drawer above that one – the middle left drawer – she took out a clean sports bra, underwear, and black tall socks. Once she finished getting dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser and had a smirk come across her face. Then, she knelt back down and opened up the bottom right drawer – the drawer that contained what every assassin needs – weapons. Inside the drawer were her two twin daggers that had a silver blades with gray handles, a container of hypodermic needles with The Reaper in them, a lock pick set, ten black arrows with gray tails inside of a black bag, and a bow with a black handle. She pulled out the weapons one by one and attached the twin daggers on each side of her belt with the black belt buckle in between, filled the small bags on her arm straps with needles and a lock pick set, and threw her bow and arrow across her shoulder and onto her back. Once she was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror once more and tied her hair back into a ponytail.

"Perfect," she said quietly. She jumped in place for a few seconds so her muscles could become limber enough to handle the strain that they would go through. As she walked out of the door, she grabbed the warehouse key off of the nightstand closest to the door and held it in her left hand. After she walked outside, she closed the door, locked it, and then stuck the key in one of the small bags on her right arm.

No sense in using up my energy for no reason – it's dark enough out here, she thought as she looked up to the dark sky. Might as well stick to the buildings. Deciding not to use her Transparency, she went ahead and jumped up on to the building across from the warehouse.

Assassin Fact #1.) Assassins who learn how to control their energy, can use it to make high jumps, and can also use it to help them glide through the air for a limited time. The better control he/she has over their energy, the longer he/she can glide and the higher they can go.

Activated: Whenever an assassin focuses enough energy towards the bottom of their feet, they are able to cover high and long distances.

Deactivated: Once the steady stream of energy to their feet subsides, they are brought back down; however, it can be reactivated quickly by refocusing the stream of energy to their feet and pushing off of a solid structure to regain height and distance.

Strengths: Can be helpful in covering long distances quick.

Weaknesses: It cannot be used at the same time as Transparency or any other visual effect because energy cannot be focused in two places at once; however, Transparency and other visual effects may be used once the assassin has landed.

Okay. Green building – Downtown Satan City, she reminded herself as she knelt on the edge of the building she had jumped up on. Let's see. Downtown is by the school which is to the West of my hideout. I'm facing West, so I just need to go straight, she thought as she perched on the edge of the building to try to look for the identifying landmark. "Time to get closer," she said to herself quietly. After she made sure that there were no cars on the dark, empty road, she leapt off of the building and glided to the next one which was a little lower. With no luck in seeing the building, she continued to make her way West – jumping from building to building and making sure to turn Transparent as she landed in order to avoid security cameras and the occasional passing car. By the time fifteen minutes of leaping and gliding went by, she still hadn't found the building.

"Green building," she said to herself as a large green building finally came into her view after many more minutes of jumping from building to building. "And another…and another…and another…and…another," she whispered as she saw five large green buildings within three blocks of each other – each with words on them. "Lovely," she whispered as she perched transparent on the edge of a close by office building with an annoyed look on her face. Okay, she thought as she closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and let it out. Step one – establish my location. I'm facing directly West. Step two – establish the locations of the buildings compared to my position. There's one North West, one directly West, two South West, and one to the South. Step three – think of logical locations. To keep a sweatshop full of kids under the radar, there can't be many other buildings or populated areas nearby. The two buildings South West are directly next to each other with one building separating them and are completely surrounded by other buildings – scratch those out. Three options left. The one to the South is right next to a police station – go ahead and cross that one off. The West building has too many other buildings close by. Finally, the North West building. It's sitting on a corner, with small shops surrounding it. No buildings on the corner across the street of it – only a small park.

"That one," she said to herself before leaping off the building she was perched on and heading towards the North West building.

I guess she does remember how to be an assassin, her brother Kaiser thought. A few buildings away from where Macey was perched, she didn't notice her brother, who had been following her the entire time. Once Macey got a few buildings ahead of him and close to the green building, he took off behind her.

Okay, green building, Macey thought as she stood transparent in front of the green building. Apparently, the kid saw the building from the across the street. A kid can only see so far. She knelt down to about the same height as a nine-year-old, turned her back towards the building, and scanned the area. If I were a despicable, disgusting woman who kept children hostage to make my clothes, where would I keep them? After scanning the area twice, on the third time, she saw where the children were most likely being held. Really? The basement of a sex shop? She thought with a blank expression as she saw the tiny window on the bottom of the store called "Hush". Well, couldn't have picked a better spot. No one would expect kids to be in there. I guess you have to give kudos on that part.

Macey took a deep breath and rolled her eyes before starting across the street to the sex shop. Lights are off, she thought as she looked in the windows. Door is closed. From the feel of it, there's no deadbolt – just the door lock, she told herself as she twisted the door knob. They might as well have left the door unlocked. She reached into her top bag on her right arm strap and pulled out her lock pick set. Almost as soon as she put the torque wrench part of the lock pick set into the keyhole, the door knob unlocked. She looked at the pick that was still in her left hand and stood there silently as she stared at the door. I should probably remind them to get a better lock, she thought. She closed her eyes, let out an annoyed sigh, twisted the door open, and just as Macey expected, there was no security alarm. Just asking to get robbed, I suppose. Now, where is the basement entrance. She closed the door behind her and began to quietly walk around the sex shop. I'm going to kill Kaiser when this is done, she told herself. This is humiliating.

When she walked towards the front counter, she noticed a painting that didn't match the setup of the other paintings. The other paintings around the store were set up evenly with one painting at each end of each wall and one in the middle. However, the wall behind the counter only had the one painting in the middle. After she walked behind the counter, she tampered with the out of place painting and discovered that it was glued to the wall. She then took her dagger from her right leg, pried the painting off the wall, and looked at the dark tunnel that that led to the back of the store and then dropped down like a trash shoot. If you're gonna be a criminal, at least be a good one, she thought as she peered down into the dark hole. I can't fit in there with my bow on, she realized as she examined the hole. She took her bow and bag of arrows off of her back and threw them down the dark tunnel, and seconds later, she jumped up into the tunnel, placed the painting back where she pried it off the wall, and began to make her way down to the end – pushing her bow and arrows down as she went. As she quietly inched her way down the tunnel, she didn't realize a broken piece of metal snag and tear on her spandex pants on the knee. Just great, she thought as she rolled her eyes. This is turning out to be annoying. A few feet later, she was able to see the end of the tunnel and saw where it dropped down. Why couldn't I have been like a normal assassin and picked out a sword instead of a bow and arrow? She asked herself as she looked down the hole and realized that she would have to throw her weapon in first. Knowing my luck, there's probably someone down there. I don't want to give them a weapon. Still in her transparent state, she moved her bow and arrows behind her and slowly and quietly positioned herself upside down so that she could see into the small room below her.

"Guess I was wrong for once," she said as she concluded that there was no one in the room. She pulled herself back up into the tunnel and gently lowered her bow and arrows into the room before quietly dropping herself down. Once she landed, she strapped the weapon back on her back and undid her Transparency as she began to look around the room. The small room, which was about the size of a full sized bathroom and was lit by a single hanging light, contained only a small cot against the left wall, a small nightstand next to the cot, a toilet in the back right corner, and a sink with a small mirror in the front right corner. The walls were made of a dark colored brick, and the floors were made of dark, hardwood flooring. On the wall behind Macey, there was a small window that she was able to peer out of. This must be where the boy was held, she thought as she saw the green building across the street from her. She walked over to the cot that was made up of a thin white mattress with blue stripes and only had a small blue throw blanket and one pillow with no pillow case. Once she sat down on the cot, she noticed a drawer in the front of the small nightstand.

"What's this?" She asked herself as she noticed a small red notebook inside the drawer. Once she opened it up, she read what was written inside.

Name: Kaii Goda

Date of Birth: September 2, 2007

Worker Number: 3250124

Due to Macey's investment in the notebook written by the young boy, she didn't realize when Kaiser dropped down into the room.

"Don't worry. I cleaned up your bloody mess," he said as he walked over towards his sister who had yet to look at him.

"Oh," she said quietly as she looked down at her knee that had been cut by the scrap metal. "Sorry. I didn't feel it. Thank you."

"What? No smart ass remark?" He asked, pretending to be shocked. "What's your problem?"

"Rayne Muto is my problem," she answered with anger in her voice. "The things she puts these kids through…It's sickening." She closed the notebook and placed it back in the drawer. "So, why are you here?" She finally asked as she looked up to her brother for the first time.

"I'm supervising," he said with a smirk.

"Supervising? First I get remedial training and now I'm being supervised?" She asked, in a suspicious tone.

"We're family," he reminded her. "I'm allow to supervise your training."

"Just shut up and leave me alone. I'll take care of this quickly," she said quietly with traces of anger still in her voice and determination in her eyes.

"I don't get you," Kaiser said as he watched her walk towards the makeshift bathroom. "You're doing everything you can not to assassinate the Saiyans, but you seem more determined than ever to finish this mission."

"I don't have to explain myself to you," she said as she began to quietly jump around. After jumping around for a few seconds, she stopped in an area in front of the toilet. She knelt down to the section of wood and began to pry at it with her dagger on her right leg. Once she got the block of wood out, she noticed stairs that led to a lower room, and in the distance, she could hear faint cries from the children being held captive and sewing machines running. In an instant, she put her dagger back on her leg, went transparent, and she quietly started down the stairs, and of course, Kaiser followed her. Once she got to the bottom, she could see the rooms that they were being held in lining a long hallway that had an office type room at the end. Each room appeared to be the size of a full sized bathroom. The walls were made of the same dark brick as the room above them, and the floors were made of rock. Each door was identical and they were made from steel and only had one small window at the top that Macey couldn't even look into because they were so far up. Kaiser, however, was able to peek inside one of the windows. Inside, he saw a small cot identical to the one in the other room, a toilet, and in the center of the room was a table with a sewing machine, fabric, and a chair. In the chair, a girl who appeared to be no older than seven was sewing together what looked like a dress. Without saying a word, he turned his attention back forward and saw that a distance had grown between him and his sister.

There must be something in that room, Macey thought as she headed towards the room at the end of the hallway. The room at the end was the only room with an office type door. Unlike the other doors, the door at the end of the hallway was made up of a nice, dark red mahogany and had a four pane window at the top of it with a silver door handle on the left side. When she was almost to the door, it flung open and out walked a man wearing a dark blue polo with black dress pants and talking on a cell phone. Macey quickly snuck quietly into the room before the door closed.

Great, Kaiser thought sarcastically as he watched his sister sneak into the room from the other end of the hallway. He knew that he wouldn't be able to follow behind her because the man who had walked out of the room was now stationary right next to him to his right at the bottom of the stairs, facing the door that Macey had walked through, and he would notice if it flew open again. Assassin rule number one: never be seen by your target or anyone else during an assassination. Do everything in your power to remain undetected, Kaiser repeated the number one assassin rule in his head. Guess I'm stuck here. I hope she has a plan, there's nothing I can do to help her right now.

"Hmph," Macey sighed as the door closed behind her after making sure there was no one in the small office. "Why would he leave his office?"

Macey undid her Transparency in order to conserve her energy and walked over to the desk that sat in the center of the room. The desk, which was made of a dark wood, was accompanied by a dark, black, leather chair. On the desk were basic office supplies such as notepads, a calendar, pens, pencils, a landline phone, and a computer. The walls were bare, brick, and had three smalls paintings. On the left wall was a smaller desk that had a coffee maker, coffee cups, cream, and sugar on it. On the right wall was a collection of metal filing cabinets stacked next to each other so that they took up a good portion of the wall. Macey walked over to the desk, took her bow and bag of arrows off her back and set them on the floor to the right of the desk. As she sat down in the chair, she tried to find any trace of her target's whereabouts by looking through the calendars, notebooks, and drawers, but ultimately came up empty.

"I wonder," she said quietly as she remembered the guy who had been talking on the cell phone when he walked out of the room. She got up from the desk, turned transparent again, and walked over to the window to see a sight that she thought was hilarious. When she looked out of the window, she saw the man who had walked out of the room standing in front of the stairs that led back up to the previous room still talking on his cell phone, and her brother, Kaiser, standing completely still a few feet ahead of the man.

"Well, well," she said to herself as she got back down from the window and undid her Transparency. "Would you look at that? Kaiser, the great assassin, who thought I need remedial training has gotten himself caught in a predicament," she chuckled. "I'm glad that man is still talking on the phone though."

She walked back over to the desk, sat down at the chair, and threw her feet up onto the desk as if she were lounging. A few seconds later, she had a small smirk come across her face, and she picked up the landline phone. Just as she suspected, it was connected to the cell phone that the man was talking on. How pitiful, she thought as she began to eavesdrop on the conversation. Tapping your scumbag accomplice's phone.

"Yes, ma'am," the man said. "I'm aware of the situation. Don't worry, everything is on lock down."

"No one gets in and no one gets out. Understand?" The woman's voice on the other end of the line said.

That must be Rayne Muto, Macey thought as anger began to fill up in her.

"Someone's onto us," the woman's voice continued. "The painting was removed."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm aware," the man replied. "I'm keeping watch at the entry point until backup gets here."

The painting was removed? She pondered to herself. I was sure that I placed it back where it was when I jumped in the tunnel. Who could have…DAMMIT, KAISER! Wait, how did they even know about the painting being removed? Do they actually have a security camera?

"Good," the woman replied. "They should arrive in thirty minutes at the latest. Once they arrive, you may resume organizing my company's tax records."

"Yes, ma'am. I understand," the man replied. After his last reply, the other end of the line hung up and then he in return hung up.

"So that's what the computer is for, huh?" Macey said as she hung up the phone and looked towards the computer. "Trying to cover up your sick little scheme, huh? Wouldn't it be a shame if someone just hacked into your computer and deleted all of your bogus tax files?" She chuckled as she scooted towards the computer, hacked into it, and deleted every trace of phony tax file. "Oops," she said sarcastically as she watched them delete permanently. "My bad."

For the next few minutes, with nothing to do but lie in wait, Macey searched the computer for any trace of security footage, and finally found what she was looking for. "Haha," she chuckled. "It looks like a ghost is moving stuff." With the click of a button, she deleted all the security footage that captured her and Kaiser removing the painting. Macey kept her feet propped up on the desk and looked at the ceiling above her as she swayed back and forth in the office chair. "Thirty minutes," she said to herself. "What to do." Immediately, she glanced over to her right and saw the coffee bar sitting there begging to be used. She got up from the chair, turned Transparent, made sure the man was still standing at the end of the hallway, and walked over to the coffee bar to make herself a cup of hot coffee. After making it how she wanted it, she sat back down, undid her Transparency, put her legs back on the desk, held her bow in her right hand on top of the desk, and when she wasn't taking a sip of her coffee, she had an arrow pulled back with her left hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, Macey heard voices at the other end of the hall where the man and Kaiser were standing.

"You can resume your work, Mr. Noda," a new man's voice said. "Mr. Eto and I have it covered from here."

Really? Only two men for backup? Macey thought to herself in disappointment. Seconds later, she heard footsteps grow closer to the door that she was only a few feet behind. Uh oh, she thought as she realized that she was still in her relaxed position. "Oh well," she shrugged when she realized that there was nothing she could do about it. She set down her cup of coffee, drew her arrow back, and seconds later, the door crept open.

"Who the hell are you?!" Mr. Noda yelled as he saw the relaxed assassin sitting behind his desk.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't wear two dark colors on top of each other? It's really unflattering," she said nonchalantly as she fired the arrow that she had pulled back. Due to the speed that it was launched, Mr. Noda had no time to react, and less than a second later, he found himself with an arrow right between his eyes.

"What the hell?!" The other two men at the end of the hallway yelled as they saw Mr. Noda's body fall to the floor and noticed the relaxed assassin sitting behind the desk. Before they were able to start towards her, Kaiser popped up behind the two of them still transparent, took his twin daggers, and quickly executed the two guards simultaneously with separate, single cuts from each dagger. He quickly dropped his Transparency, gathered up the bodies and rushed them into the room where Macey was lounging – making sure to push Mr. Noda's body in as well and closing the door behind him.

"Good job!" Kaiser said sarcastically as Macey jumped out from behind the desk and went to grab the cell phone from the pocket of Mr. Noda. "You've successfully shattered rule number one, and three people who weren't even targets are now dead."

"A," Macey began as she began to flip through the phone numbers in the phone "that rule is stupid. They're going to die anyways. And B, they were just as evil. Guilty by association as far as I'm concerned."

"You can't just go around doing things the way you want them to be done!" Kaiser yelled at her.

"Ah, here it is," she said, completely ignoring her brother and holding the phone up to her ear.

"What are you doing now?!" Kaiser yelled at her.

"Shh," she said loudly, almost spitting in his face. "Oh my gosh, Mrs. Muto! You need to come quick! There's been a terrible accident! Please! Hurry!" She yelled, acting frantic as the other line picked up. "Okay, let's go," she said calmly to Kaiser as she dropped the cell phone in her half full coffee mug – killing it completely, and strapped her bow and arrows back on her back. Realizing that it was useless to argue, Kaiser reluctantly followed his sister out of the door and closed it behind the two of them – concealing the bodies inside the office. Turning transparent, Macey and Kaiser made their way back up the stairs and lied in wait in the small room that they were in before.

"What's your plan?" Kaiser asked as Macey sat on the small cot with her right leg dagger in her hand.

"You'll see," she said in almost an angry tone. "Just don't interfere."

A few minutes went by, and Macey's plan began to unfold – only a slight bit differently than she had anticipated. Instead of Rayne Muto dropping down into the room from the tunnel, a set of stairs dropped from the ceiling in the corner of the room next to the sink. Are you kidding me? Macey thought to herself in disbelief. I went through all that, and there was a secret stairway through the floor the whole time. As the sound of heels came closer to the brother and sister assassins, Kaiser's curiosity grew more, and Macey stood up from the bed quietly with her dagger in hand. Then, as soon as, Rayne Muto stepped foot on the floor, Macey quickly and quietly went over to her, and with one stab to the back with her dagger, Rayne Muto's body collapsed onto the floor.

"Go call for clean up," Macey told Kaiser as she came out of her Transparent form. Without hesitation, Kaiser made his way up the stairs and back into the sex shop that housed the sickening, illegal operation.

Assassin Fact #2.) Each assassin rank has their own "cleanup crew" who are called in after every successful assassination in order to eliminate any incriminating evidence and dispose of the body/bodies.

Still lying on the floor was an almost dead Rayne Muto who was gasping for air.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Macey sighed as she knelt down beside her dying target. "You had a hole punched through your lung. You feel how hard it is for you to breathe right now? That's how those children feel every single second of every single day," she began to scold her with tears of anger filling her eyes. "At least you'll know the release of death, but they never will. They're what? Seven…seven to nine years old? They have to live with how you treated them for the rest of their lives. Most of them will be sent back to the orphanage that you adopted them from, and they'll always wonder if the next person who adopts them will put them through this kind of torture. They're children! Innocent children!"

Macey quickly grabbed the notebook that she had been reading earlier out of the nightstand drawer and showed it to Rayne, who was almost dead. "Have you read this?" She asked with a look of disgust on her face and anger in her voice. "This makes me want to puke! What kind of monster are you to feel like it's okay to put children through what's written in here? You know, when you're an assassin in training, they teach you that you can't let your emotions blind you from your mission, and I'll be honest with you, I try so hard to not let my emotions blind me from my missions, but after learning what you did to these kids, I can honestly say that I've seen true evil, and thanks to you, I've finally realized what kind of assassin I really am. Have fun burning in hell."

As Macey finished her speech to the dying target, she stood up and ripped a blank piece of paper out of the notebook. A few seconds later, Rayne Muto took her last breath and Macey knelt back down by her, took her dagger out of her back, wiped the blood from the dagger onto the piece of paper, stood back up, placed the dagger back in her right leg strap and made her way up the stairs to meet up with her brother.

"Here," she said as she handed the piece of paper to Kaiser who was waiting for the cleanup crew to arrive.

"On a piece of paper?" Kaiser questioned her with a raised eyebrow.

Assassin Rule #3.) Assassins must collect evidence of a successful assassination by gathering enough blood on a white piece of fabric. They must turn it in along with their signed statement that the assassination was completed.

"Just turn it in," Macey said as she kept walking.

"You still have to sign your statement," Kaiser reminded her as he took the black folder out of his boot.

"Really?" She said with a look of disbelief. "You had it shoved down in your shoe? How professional."

"You're one to talk," he said as he put the folder down on the front counter. "You broke the number one rule of being an assassin."

"Well, I wouldn't have if someone had placed the painting back where it was supposed to be," Macey said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Just sign the damn statement," Kaiser replied, ignoring his sister's remark.

"Fine," she said as she grabbed a pen from behind the counter. As she flipped to the last page of the folder, the line with the "X" was waiting for her signature. Without thought, she signed the statement with her real name with her last name first and her first name last, "Tacita, Dea".

"I don't understand why you don't go by your real name, Dea," Kaiser said to his sister as he placed the bloody piece of paper in the back of the folder.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," she said as she turned away from her brother and headed out the front door.

"You still have to complete your mission," Kaiser said as she got close to opening the front door.

"Yeah, about that," she sighed as she turned around to face her brother. "I'm not gonna do it."

"I'm sorry…WHAT?" Kaiser said in complete disbelief.

"Are you deaf or something?" She asked in a bored tone. "I said, 'I'm not going to do it.'," she repeated herself a little slower. Before Kaiser had time to react, she turned Transparent and bolted out of the front door – leaving him alone with the hostage children and the four dead bodies. You're lucky I love you little sister, but I don't think the order will feel the same way, he thought as he looked at the folder in his hand. Hopefully, you'll come back around before it's too late.

After Macey got back home, she realized that it was only five in the morning. I've got nine hours until Gohan meets me, she thought. Instead of planning to carry out her biggest mission to assassinate the Saiyans, she instead got a shower, changed her hair and eyes back to purple, put on her comfortable clothes, watched television, drank coffee, and ate food for the next eight and a half hours – making sure to give herself enough time to meet Gohan back out in front of the Oak Valley apartment building. As she walked out of her warehouse at 1:45, she was wearing nothing but her basic assassin underclothing – her black spandex long sleeve shirt, her black spandex pants, and her boots.

"What are you doing, you idiot?!"The voice in her head yelled at her as she went to walk out of the door without any weapons. Instead of fighting back, she ignored the voice, locked her warehouse and quickly and transparently made her way to the front of Oak Valley Apartments. After standing outside for about ten minutes, she was greeted by a familiar face as well as an unfamiliar face.

"Hey, Macey!" Gohan excitedly greeted her.

"Hey, how's it going?" She asked quietly with a small smirk.

"Wow, Gohan! You were right!" The man with him exclaimed. "She is pretty!"

"Oh…um…thank you," Macey nervously chuckled. That's a first, she thought.

"Dad! Would you cut it out?!" Gohan nervously pleaded to the man next to him. "I'm sorry about that," he chuckled. "This is my dad, Goku. Dad, this is my friend, Macey."

"My bad, Gohan," he said quietly. "Nice to meet you," he said with a grin as he held out his right hand to Macey.

"Oh, uh, nice to meet you too," she replied, feeling a bit awkward as they shook hands.

"So, what have you been up to today? Ready to train with us?" Gohan asked Macey as he nervously rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh, nothing," she shrugged. "Just an early morning workout, and absolutely. I've been looking forward to it all day."

"Wow," Goku replied in amazement. "Two workouts in one day? That's different for a girl."

"Well, I'm not your normal girl," Macey chuckled.

"Wow, Gohan, I like her," Goku said quietly as he leaned over to his son, causing both Macey and Gohan to turn red in the face. "Well, let's get going!" Goku exclaimed as he held out his hand again to Macey and Gohan grabbed onto his father's shoulder.

"Just grab his hand," Gohan told her as he noticed a confused look coming on to her face. "Trust me."

She did as Gohan told her to and with Goku's left hand, he touched his forehead with his index and middle finger, and to her amazement, the three of them were gone in a flash.