Disclaimer: (A/N: Like in the last chapter, please refer to Chapter 1 for the proper disclaimer.)

Amy's POV

And sure enough, I was in my uncle's flashy condo talking to the greatest assassin in California later that night. My uncle did most of the talking with the woman, as I just sat there and listened. The two leaders spoke in the native language of assassins: short, sweet and to the point. It turns out that she also heard the rumors and started to have her assassins to check in every so often. She also does the same for her contacts as well.

I knew I wasn't paying attention because my uncle elbowed me on my upper arm.

(She just asked you if you were still here, Amelia.) My uncle's thought came into my mind.

"I'm sorry, your grace…I wasn't in a clear state of mind for the moment," I said to the person on the other end of the phone.

I'm pretty sure you tend to know things a lot better if you were listening. I understand if that's the case, Jade Angel/ Black Phoenix replied over the phone.

"Thank you, your grace."

Now, another thing to note: whenever you speak to a leader of another guild, you address the person as 'your grace'. Makes them feel like they're actually from royalty or something.

I have not heard you speak at all this evening, Jade. Tell me about yourself a bit. /

"Err…I've been 20 for five months now and—"

That would be around the time of the 'incident' five years ago…/

"So, it was true…the story of how you traveled back into the times of King Arthur and his brave Samaritan Knights…"

(Amelia…) my uncle's warning came into my mind, but I kept going.

"What was it like back then? Were the stories of Tristan and Isolde and Lancelot and Guinevere true? Did Morgan Le Fay have a child with—?"

"Jade Angel…please, let's not get Your Grace a—" my uncle said with his temper starting to form.

It's all right, LeMarc…I'm sure your niece is into Medieval History as much as someone that I've known for a while now…To answer your questions, Jade, the stories were NOT true…and Morgana did not have a love affair with her half brother./

"I thought so…I mean, when I saw the version with Clive Owen as Arthur, I thought that it was more like what I really thought of King Arthur."

I'm not sure if you knew Alexandra Ambers…/

"Lex Ambers? She told you that I was knowledgeable in the Middle Ages?"

So, you do know her. She was one of the victims that were at the location of the 'incident'…/

"I last heard that she was in the hospital for an event that got her really injured. She didn't get out of the hospital until about a month later…"

That was five years ago…nowadays, she's in Salem, Massachusetts, for her sister's dance recital. /

"Yes, her sister's a ballet/hip-hop major in Boston University."

Perhaps, with your uncle's permission, you can come over to learn some things from me…if that's all right with your uncle, of course. /

At that point, I was thrilled to finally come face-to-face with Black Phoenix after hearing about her adventures in the past five years ago. I wanted to hear, firsthand, what it was like to meet Artorius Castus and his seven brave Knights of the Round Table. My uncle, however, had to approve of my leaving…as usual. He was always the one that had to give the approval to anything that dealt with me. But, he would give a fair judgment of the matter.

"Your bodyguard going to pick her up from the airstrip?" My uncle asked after a long pause of silence.

He's busy with the club, so I'll pick her up myself. /

Sure enough, that was the very excuse that my uncle needed to let me go. About an hour later, I was back in my apartment about five blocks from Chinatown, near the courthouses and Police Plaza itself. Sure, I've had friends in the FBI, the NYPD, and within the AOCTF, or the Asian Organized Crime Task Force, which would be a segment of detectives that investigate into crimes that are committed by Asian gangs. The only reason I know about half of what I want to know is because I knew a couple of cops and detectives that knew my dad very well. They were the ones that recommended me the apartment in the first place.

Anyway, I was to pack for a few days and I was going to stay with Black Phoenix during my stay in San Jose. So, I packed my things into a small duffel bag that I got from my high school and grabbed for my black Dell laptop, my white 30GB iPod with color and video, my black and white Sidekick II and my angel bike helmet as I left my apartment to head down to the garage for my black and silver Kawasaki that was parked by the stairwell door.

About fifteen minutes later, I was zigzagging back and forth through traffic to get towards LaGuardia Airport. Finally, I was met with my uncle and one of his bodyguards, who was to take my bike and watch it for me while I was gone. As the bodyguard left the parking lot to head back into traffic, my uncle and I went inside the airport.