Charlene Maim was there the night of the KND decommissioning, sitting in the back smiling the whole time. Now she has a high-paying job, as an assassin. When she's hired to kill her sister, will she destroy or gain back the life she once knew and loved.
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Charlene Maim moved swiftly through the KND moon base, it had worked just as she planned, sneaking onto the ship, stunning the guards, and following Numbuh 86 and the now captive teenagers all the way here. She watched as Numbuh's 1-5 screamed loudly while being strapped down into 5 separate chairs. As Numbuh 86 began her usual decommissioning speech, Charlene grabbed a chair and leaned against the wall in the dark, waiting to watch the moment she had longed for all her life, the decommissioning of Nigel Uno and all his little playmates. She placed the hood over her blonde hair and sat in utter silence, waiting, waiting......
As the plungers came down and began sucking out all their memory, something went wrong. A large electrical shock was sent through the moon base, the KND didn't lose there memory, oh no, she lost hers.
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"You sure you can handle this," The man said, a large cigar sticking out of his mouth and a smug smile on his face, "You're a frail little girl."
Charlene Maim moved forward in her chair and leaned across the desk so she was eye level with this smelly man.
"I've been doing this all my life," She said in a firm voice, "If I wasn't good at it, I would be in jail right now."
The man nodded and handed her a piece of paper with a name and address on it, it read.
Elizabeth37 Park view Drive
Cleveland, Ohio
"Now," Charlene said in a questioning voice, studying the folded piece of paper carefully, "Why are you interested in disposing of this person."
"Listen," The man said in a sly tone, "Between criminals, a few nights ago I kill a police officer, guy was giving me trouble. Girl saw me, badda bing badda boom, I gotta get rid of her."
"Elizabeth," Charlene pondered the name for a minute, "You don't got no last name for this girl."
"No," The man said, "Just after she watched me kill the officer I heard a teenage boy call her name, she ran away, I didn't find out her last name."
"How did you find out the address," Charlene asked.
"I followed her home."
"Well thank you Boris," Charlene said standing up, "I'll bring you this girls body and you pay me the dough."
"You got it toots," Boris said shaking her hand.
"Never call me that again," Charlene said in a dangerous voice as she exited the room.
Little did she know that Elizabeth was on the other side of town looking at a photo album and wondering what ever happened to her sister, Charlene Maim.