Onyx sat quietly, staring at the ground beneath her feet as Syn prepared everything.

She couldn't believe that this was really happening. All she'd wanted to do was find a way to escape. To live her life without having to do whatever The League told her to do. To find a way to settle and live her life the way she'd always dreamed of.

Sighing, she glanced at her arm. In a few minutes, her ties with Kyr would be no more. He would assume that she had been killed and wouldn't give her a second thought. What more could she ask for?

Looking up, she watched as Syn made his way over to her, looking slightly annoyed. "You're completely human, correct?"

She raised an eyebrow. What kind of question was that? "Why?"

He ran a hand through his hair. "I have to put you under and I don't need you to die." He mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear, "Not that I would care, but Nykyrian would disembowel me."

Glaring, she nodded. "Yes, I'm one-hundred percent human."

Syn nodded and mumbled once more as he moved away. It was beginning to irritate her how much he seemed to hate her. She didn't know him and he didn't know her, so what reason did he have to treat her so rudely? If his only reason was because she was a League assassin, then she felt like it was pretty dumb, considering she openly admitted to them that she wanted out and she was letting him take her tracker out.

She sighed. What did it matter? It wasn't like she was going to be staying around them. Once the tracker was out, she was gone.

Syn made a noise that caught her attention. Looking at him, he motioned towards her. Standing, she made her way to him, her heart pounding a million miles in her chest. This is it...

And without hesitation or a second thought, she laid on the table before Syn injected her with the anesthesia.

Onyx was out for what felt like forever, but when she woke, Syn informed her that it had only been about an hour. Groaning, she tried sitting up, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness. Laying back down, she closed her eyes to clear her head.

"Careful. The effects of the anesthetic are still wearing off," Syn said.

She heard him move beside her and she opened her eyes once more to look at him. "It's out, right?" Had she said that right? Her words sounded strange...almost as if they had been said from far away.

Syn nodded. "And destroyed. I crushed it the moment I got it out of you."

Onyx nodded and sighed.

She was finally free...

No more League. No more Kyr.

Looking at her arm, she made note of the few stitches that now resided in the spot. Finally able to sit up she swung her legs over the table and looked at him. "How long till I can take them out?"

"Seven to ten days. It should start to scar." He looked at her. "I hope that's not a problem." He sounded as if he couldn't care less.

Onyx shrugged. "I don't care. I've got enough to last me a lifetime."

Syn nodded. "I also redid the ones in your side. They were very sloppily done."

She bit back a smile smile. "Thank you."

Nodding once more, he turned away. Looking around, she hopped off the bed and made her way out of the room. Leaning against the wall was Nykyrian, arms folded over his chest and head back. Though it looked like he was staring at the ceiling, she had a feeling his eyes were on her.

For a moment, the two said nothing, eventually causing Onyx to look away, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Thank you," she said softly. Nykyrian nodded his head as she made her way past him, the feeling of him watching her still very present.

Slipping into the room she woke up in, she took one last look around before grabbing her coat off a chair in the corner and putting her weapons back in their rightful places.

As she slipped out the room, Syn moved past her to the living room, barely even giving her a glance. She watching him for a moment before following him. Nykyrian now occupied the chair, back to typing at his computer.

For a moment, Onyx studied him. It was almost hard for her to believe that he was the man that had killed all the other assassins before her. And though she still wondered why he had chosen to spare her life, she didn't dare ask him. They had done their part and that was more than she'd expected.

As if he could feel her eyes on him, his head moved up and, once again, she was sure he was watching her. Nodding to him, she turned and made her way to the door. She was finally free. Such a strange word to use now...

Reaching for the doorknob, Onyx froze at a strange sound outside the door. It almost sounded like something was buzzing. Stepping back, she gasped as a weight fell upon her, pushing her away from the door. Colliding with the ground, all of the breath was knocked out of her just as the door fell down. Blaster fire erupted, and Onyx barely had time to react before Syn grabbed her arm and rolled with her behind the couch, cursing.

Taking a deep breath, she peeked around the corner as Syn blew his blaster out, only to have Syn grab her wrist. She hissed at the pain and glared at him. "I knew you would bring us trouble. We might as well just-"

"Let go, Syn. Now isn't the time. Get your head out of your ass and deal with the first problem."

Onyx looked past Syn to Nykyrian, gulping a little as Syn mumbled and threw her hand down. Aiming over the couch, he fired and she heard a body hit the floor as a blaster shot made its way over Syn's head."

Turning away from them, she aimed from the side, shooting one in the leg and another in the head. The fight went on for what felt like forever, but may have only been seconds, before it was over. Letting out a sigh of relief, Onyx barely had time to enjoy their small victory before Syn grabbed her and pinned her to the wall.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she glared down at him, placing her blaster against his chest. "Let go of me, bastard!'

"You led them here, you stupid little-"

Nykyrian placed a hand on Syn's shoulder, silencing him. "She may not have led them here directly. The League has spies all over the place. They could've spotted us and came after me."

Syn narrowed his eyes on his friend before dropping her. She hit the ground with a thud, but held his gaze. Stepping away from them, Nykyrian grabbed his computer and put it up. "We need to move, Syn. Or more may come back."

Slowly standing, Onyx looked away from the two of them, her arm and side throbbing. Syn glared at her once more before heading for his room. "Give me a minute." And with that, he disappeared.

"You're coming, too." She looked up as Nykyrian spoke again, this time facing her. His voice was now cold.

"Why?"

Stepping towards her, he grabbed her, his grip tight. "Because if I find out that this was your fault, I'll have Nemesis take care of you personally for putting us in danger."

Onyx held the fear that welled up inside her and nodded. "Fine."

Coming back out, Syn narrowed his eyes on Nykyrian. "Tell Nemesis to get in line. I want my hand at her first."

"You know what-" She started, but Nykyrain placed a hand over her mouth as Syn's face began to redden from anger.

"That's enough. The two of you shut up and let's go."

Huffing, Onyx pulled his hand away from her mouth and turned away from Syn. "Fine. But one more word from him and I'm-"

Nykyrian looked at her and, though she couldn't see his eyes, she could feel the heat of his glare. Closing her mouth, she glared at Syn with a silent promise.