Disclaimer: (A/N: see Chapter 1 for the proper disclaimer.)

Amy's POV

Upon my arrival onto the Californian soil, I was immediately greeted by a young man, who looked like he was about 19, maybe 20 years old to me. He was wearing what seemed like an expensive suit, but I couldn't tell which brand it was at all. He had sandy blondish brown hair that was spiked up with gel and his eye color was unknown, due to his black sunglasses which, once again, I couldn't tell what the brand was. He was slightly lean and stood about 5'7", maybe 5'8". His skin tone, on the other hand, was paler than the cream dress that a bride might wear on her wedding day.

It seemed like he didn't want to pick me up at all. I nodded my head in greeting, and he returned the gesture. We headed down to retrieve my duffel bag and afterwards headed to where there was a black stretch limousine waiting for me. One of the two bodyguards that were there opened the door for me and I nodded my thanks as I got into the limo. Inside the limo was a woman about 23 years of age waiting for me with light wavy chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes that were hidden behind a pair of Gucci sunglasses.

"I assume that you are Jade Angel," the woman said to me.

"And I assume you are Black Phoenix," I replied back.

One thing that an assassin does when meeting someone from another guild is to assume that they are who you are to meet. For me, it's pretty much a routine that I usually follow when doing protocols.

"So, I trust that your flight was a pleasant one, am I correct?" the woman asked as the limo started to head off to the highway.

"Yes…no stops, but I'm used to it…" I replied as she took off the sunglasses and I got a good look at the woman whom I've come to admire my entire underworld career within the past five years.

"That's good. I was pretty sure that your uncle would have sent you on the fastest jet out from LaGuardia Airport to here in less than fourteen hours."

"Trust me, I've gotten to places far quicker than this one. This is nothing, compared to the job at Singapore, where I had to travel to five different places all in a day."

"Really? That's quite impressive…"

"Yeah…I wish that I rode my bike…may have been longer, but I'm a quick driver…"

"Well, I have plenty of motorcycles at one of the garages that I know of and they might have something suitable for your going back and forth through town and whatnot."

"I know that this is going off topic, but what is the main reason that you have me here? I know that I'm just here to learn a few new tricks…but, there's something else in this as well…"

The woman in front of me pinched the bridge of her nose with her manicured forefinger and thumb. She sighed while she did this before speaking again.

"You uncle didn't tell you, did he? It had to do with what happened five years ago…Lex said something about her not being a part of the 'incident'…" the woman said as her voice began to become faint in my ears.

Then, out of nowhere, memories of that fateful day came back to me. My hand reached up to touch a now invisible lump on the back of my head. So, what Lex said was true…but it applied to me: I was the one supposed to be there…I am Morgana's direct descendant! I looked at my hands and saw the faint aura of light blue light that was my own.

…What was she like? I asked telepathically as tears began to form in my eyes.

Black Phoenix was surprised at the moment of my 'hidden' talent, but recovered before she answered my question.

"She was quiet…but deadly. Appearance-wise, she looked almost like you. She was swift and accurate whenever she fought…when I talked to you on the phone, I was reassured that your voice and hers sounded the same. This I had told your uncle a couple of days before the appointed meeting over the phone about a possibility of you being related to Morgana. He, in return, told me of your hidden talent…"

"I see. Well, I was just wondering as to how much further it is to your place?"

"It's just around the block."

It seemed as if she was annoyed about something. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I had a funny way as to figuring out as to what a person feels at any given time. Right now, it seemed that she had something bothering her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…I'm just not thinking clearly for the moment," BP said.

"If it would help, Your Grace—"

"Please, call me Roxie."

"I'm Amy," I said as I reached out my right hand to her, which she gave a firm shook with it.

Another note to mind: whenever two assassins are working together on a certain job, they can reveal either their alias name or a common nickname. In this case, BP used the same name that Lex knew her by, and I used my nickname.

"So…how did you get in LeMarc's care?" Roxie asked.

"He's my uncle…he took me in after my parents and younger brother died in a car accident. I was the only survivor from the accident on my end…the drunk driver that hit us ended up with three months of community service and his license was suspended for five months. After that, I took it into my own hands as I planned his death with ease. He deserved to die. If I had to redo what happened, I would do it again and again…until the pain was drained from my very soul.

"After I killed the person responsible for my family's death, I knew that I wasn't turning back from the world of killing, stealing and hacking. Back then, the little girl I was died with her family…and Jade Angel was born."

Usually, it would take me about ten drinks to fully admit the true reason why I joined the guild in the first place. But, with Black Phoenix, it didn't take that much time to admit that to her. Something about her made me feel…'comfortable' talking about it.

"Sorry…" I muttered as I looked at the floor of the car.

"We all have skeletons in our closet, Amy. I, for one, have plenty…but let's not talk about it…we're here," Roxie said as the limousine stopped in front of a Ritz hotel.

We stepped out of the limo and walked through the front doors. I was amazed that the hotel reminded me of home instantly. Of course, I took only a moment or two to take a good look around. After that, we boarded an elevator and took it to the tenth floor. It was only a ten second walk to Roxie's door. As we got to the door, Roxie turned around to face me.

"Listen carefully now, young one. I need you to not freak out or do anything that might cause you to faint easily," Roxie warned me with a stern voice.

"Look, I can take care of myself…if I faint, well I guess it's my fault for not following your orders," I said as I told myself that whatever was lying on the other side of the door wasn't going to make me faint or whatnot.

Roxie rolled her eyes as she fished for her keys. When she found them, she used them and turned the handle. Once the door was unlocked, I knew that my own promise was going to be broken as soon as I entered the room.