Disclaimer: (A/N: see chapter 1 for the proper disclaimer...)
Normal POV
Amy Bradley, age 20 years, was sitting in one of the numerous meeting rooms in the 'Blackbird Society' HQ located in lower Manhattan, NYC. With short, layered chestnut brown hair, hazel brown eyes, sun kissed olive tan skin, and a physique of a track star runner, she stood at 5'3", which was about average height for a person that was considered as a mutt in blood heritage: she was a quarter Italian, Irish, German, and Chinese. Amy was swift on her feet, very witty, and all of her traits were flawless…which probably the reason why she never cared for anyone other than her fellow assassins and her uncle/boss, LeMarc Bradley, age 45 years. She was a virgin in terms of making life itself, but when it comes to stealing, hacking, killing, and whatever an assassin would try to do, she wasn't that innocent. All the more reason she stayed when her uncle issued the right to leave the guild at any time: she wasn't ready to face the real world without going through life they way she already knew.
After what seemed like hours for the woman, an older male version of Amy entered the room. He was about 5'7", had grey strands in his lighter brown hair, and had grey specks in his blue-green eyes. He was, however, a bit paler and a bit stockier in the middle.
"Ah, I thought you would be here, Amelia," LeMarc Bradley said to his niece as he smiled warmly to her.
"Where else would I be, Uncle?" she asked neutrally.
"True, my girl…very true, indeed. Anyway, Black Phoenix has been meaning to talk to us ever since she became the new leader of RSG. Perhaps, we should talk to her later this evening."
"Fine by me…I just wonder what she has to talk about…" Amy said as she ran her hand through her short hair.
"Relax, my niece…I'm sure that it's nothing but a small chat with the Queen of RSG…"
'Sure…like I'll believe that when pigs start to fly, LeMarc…' Amy thought as she sighed to herself.
"Anyway, what say lunch at Ming's? I'm sure he's got something new for us to try out for him…" LeMarc said as he walked through the door in which he entered moments ago.
I really don't think that I'm up for Chinese…maybe something Italian or some burgers and fries… Amy said telepathically to her uncle.
(Well, I'll come back in five minutes…have to take care of something before we head out…) Amy heard her uncle reply in her mind.
Amy smiled slightly as she got up from her chair and looked down from the glass window. There, she saw Central Park from a distance and the city life below her. Sighing yet again, she walked from the window and sat back down in her chair once again.