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CHAP 3 Just A Kid

John Jones threw open the door and slammed it shut behind him, "Kyle, James, Lauren!" he shouted.

The three teenagers flew through the doors worried looks on all their faces, "What is it?" Kyle asked hesitantly.

"Pack your things. The mission's been pulled."

"What?!" James exclaimed, "They can't do that! We're so close."

"They can and they just did, James."

"What's changed?"

John pulled a photo out of his pocket; it was the one James had given him of Adrienne.

"It's Adrienne," James commented.

John nodded, "Her real name is Adrienne Gregorovich. Have you ever heard of Yassen Gregorovich?"

Kyle spoke up, "I've heard his name briefly so I'm not sure but isn't he the world's best assassin or something?"

"That's right, works for Scorpia. This is his daughter and from what you said Kyle and from the reports it seems she's as bad as her father."

James shook his head, "She's an assassin?"

"Among other things."

"No, I know her. I don't believe you."

John pulled out some more photos and gave them to James. He slowly went through them, his disbelief fading with each photo. Defeated he handed them back.

"They still can't pull the mission though. We're almost done." James said, "Just give us another week."

"If you want to take it up with Zara then go for it."

James nodded, he intended to do that and he knew exactly how he would do it as well.

James picked me up at seven on Friday. His foster dad was driving the car, knuckles white on the steering wheel while James and I sat in the back. Even through his grey shirt and jeans I could tell he was tense. Something had changed in the last two days and I wasn't sure I wanted to know what it was.

The trip to the dance was uncomfortable to say the least; you could've easily cut the tension with a knife. It didn't help that I was nervous. James didn't really appear to be, he seemed to fit easily into any situation. Forcing myself to relax, or look relaxed at least, I stared out the window as the bland buildings flew by. Every place was the same, they had their buildings, the pride of the town then they had patches of green, a pitiful attempt at making them seem better.

Eventually we pulled up at the club rooms. The warm air was still, silent, unnaturally so. Lights had been hung around the small building, leading up to double doors. A camera sat high above on the corner, spying anyone who walked through the door. Almost cautiously I followed James inside. The music sent thumps through my body and a strobe light played with my eyes, sending me to the edge of a nervous panic. There was the door we came in, a fire exit at the other side and two doors that led to female and male toilets. Only two doors out of the building. The windows were plain and seemed to be made of strong glass. Very few opened and they didn't seem to open very far. No windows out of the building. Bodies mashed together on the dance floor. The air was suffocating even on the outside where tables, seats and booths sat. It was a trap the second anyone walked through the door.

I calmed my erratic breath as we found the others in a booth. Alex noticed something was wrong as soon as I sat beside him.

"You alright?"

I nodded, in a moment I'd be able to talk normally again.

"Worst nightmare right?" he murmured.

I nodded again, knowing exactly what he meant. It was an assassin's worst nightmare; a trap the second you walked through the door. James's arm slipped around my back, I tensed slightly before forcing myself to relax. James was still edgy. I placed my hand over his on my waist, my thumb moving slightly, hoping it would make him relax. It did, slightly.

Now that I had adjusted to my new surroundings I took in what everyone was wearing. Alex had on a black shirt and dark pants, his hair looking as though he'd just got out of bed. Beside him, Emma was in a fitted blue spaghetti strap dress that fell to her knees. Her hair was curled, falling gently around her shoulders. On her other side was Tom, dressed in black jeans, and tight beige top with an open white shirt over it. His partner, Sabina had on a red halter neck dress that went until just above her knees. And me, I was wearing a short, black, halter neck dress that fell longer on one side than the other, making it easy to move in.

"Come on," James said gently pulling me to my feet as a slower song came on.

"Um, James, I'm not so sure," I protested incoherently, as he guided me to the dance floor.

"Just relax," he replied, slipping his arms around my waist.

Instinctively my arm wound around his neck. Honestly I was surprised at myself, I had never danced before but this seemed to feel natural.

"I've never danced before," I admitted, barely louder than a whisper.

"For never dancing before, you're not too bad."

His hand slid lower down, going below my waist. 'So this is what dancing's like' I thought to myself, immediately wanting to do this more often. Tonight was pretty much my last night of freedom, I may as well enjoy it while it lasted.

James and I sat on one of the two people couches in the corner, my legs lay over his and my arms were around his necks with his hands on my butt. We had been snogging on and off for the past ten minutes with James's hand roaming over my butt and up my top. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. Slightly annoyed at being disturbed I pulled away from James and looked up at the guy in a security uniform.

"A guy came by and said to give this to you," he said in a gruff voice as he passed me an envelope.

My brow furrowing slightly I took the envelope and turned it over. There was a small, messy red line along the back. I looked back up to ask what the guy looked like but the security person was already gone.

"What is it?" James asked.

I jumped slightly, forgetting I was sitting on him, "Um, nothing. I'll be right back."

Without waiting for an answer I jumped up and hurried out the door, keeping my eyes peeled for the person who gave it to me. Frantically I looked around; there was no one in sight. Sighing I walked to the corner, under the camera; I didn't need a recording of this. The blood on the back was Yassen's, I was sure of it. Ripping the envelope open I pulled out a letter, my face slowly hardening as I read it.

Quickly I shook the envelope upside to see if there was anything else in it. A small picture fell out. Grabbing it I held it in front of my face. Even in the half darkness I could see what it was. Yassen was tied to a chair in a gray room; blood covered half his face which hung low. He was sedated, must've been, he would never hang his head like that if he wasn't.

Anger boiled up inside me, "I'm just a kid!" I growled as loud as I dared without attracting attention, "I'm just a kid," it turned into a pathetic growl as I slid down the wall automatically curling into a ball.

"Addy," Alex crouched next to me, I didn't realize he was there but for once I didn't jump.

"Go away Alex," I growled, subtlely hiding the letter.

"Adrienne," James put his hand on my shoulder.

I shook it off and stood up before walking off, unsure of where I was going.

"Adrienne," Alex called after me, "Where are you going?"

Answering the first thing that came to mind I shouted over my shoulder, "Home!"

"Addy, you can't, come stay at mine."

I shook my head, he was right, I couldn't go home, shouldn't go home, but there was an arsenal there that I needed something from. Without another word I ran into the darkness, leaving the boys stunned behind me.

Sleep came surprisingly easy that night. I had found the gun I was looking for locked up in the basement, it was small, compact, but had flawless accuracy on it. It was perfect. Shoving it into the waist of my pants I went out to the cabin, trying to forget the last time I had been there.

All of Yassen's things were still in the main bedroom, the bourbon collected dust on the bench and unwashed glasses grew mold in the sink. I ignored them all and headed straight for the small bedroom. If I hadn't been planning on working tomorrow I would've taken the bourbon with me, but I needed a clear head, I needed to be able to think on my feet; the bourbon could wait.

Grabbing some spare clothes from the drawer I got changed into boxers and a singlet before climbing into bed. Sighing I snuggled under the covers, one last night for a good sleep.

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