Sennae could see every one staring at her, waiting for her response. Brian was gripping the back of his seat rather tightly, and Becca was shivering and didn't dare to look at the act any longer. "You think this is funny?" Sennae hissed to him. "You always got to have the last laugh, you're a sick freak."

His teeth had reached her shoulder, and now he was laughing, laughing an evil laugh that rang through out the auditorium.

All of a sudden Tony and his crew of assassins came flying into the auditorium. "Drop the girl, Brad!" Tony yelled.

Brad looked in their direction, giving Sam his chance to shine. He ran at him taking him down with a strong punch to the head. Sennae broke free and ran over to Brian. Brad grabbed Sam's shirt and threw him into the wall. "You're just a stupid computer geek who needs his sister or fight his battles. Why don't you leave the fighting for the big boys?"

Sam stood back up. "I might not be a skilled as my sister or as strong as Tony's body guards, but I got the technological skill to beat you." Sam grabbed one of Sennae's knifes and cut a wire he had laid down earlier that day. A piece of pipe broke from the ceiling and fell a few feet away from Brad.

"Uh...missed me dork face." He said, a grin appearing across his face. Sam pulled out one of his famous red button boxes.

"Fire in the hole!" He yelled, and after pressing the big red button, the pipe exploded. This sent Brad flying exactly eight feet across the room. "That's from the big boys upstairs." Sam said with a laugh.

Tony's guys surrounded Brad, but he still broke free. As he ran out he threw a knife into a wall. "No more second chances Smith. You better watch your back."

Her and Becca both looked at each other. "You come after her, you'll have to deal with all of us." Becca said, kinds hiding behind Sennae.

"Not a problem." He said as he left.

Sennae stared at the door for a few seconds, then began to ponder her information. "He was wearing a vest...shit!"

Sam nodded in agreement.

"Then how'd the blood get there?" Becca asked.

"It's a mechanism," Sam began to explain. "it was fake blood. It also absorbed the shock of Sennae's attack, how the knife appeared to go in...I don't know."

"I have that with my vest, it inflates on impact making it appear as if the wound has already swelled."

Sam nodded. "That explains it. Next time we'll have to expose that."

"No need."

"Why not?" Sam shot Sennae a worried glance.

"Give me a gun and a back up knife...and I'll kill him on the spot."

"Spoken from experience?" Sam asked.

"Much experience." Was Sennae's answer.

"Not good...not good at all." Was all Becca could manage.

Sam and Sennae left right after that. They needed trackers, weapons, and a back up crew. The play was that night and there was no doubt Brad was going to be there. Sennae's life was on the roller coaster of life and death, she needed to find a way to switch tracks.

----

Sennae had been in the bathroom for two hours preparing for the play, and so far she had her hair done.

"Sennae I got to go to the bathroom!" Sam yelled as he banged on the door.

"Go find a bush, bugler brain!" She yelled, as she turned on her bathroom radio. She put in her J Lo CD and began to play Lets Get Loud. She pronounced the Spanish as if it were English and kept up with the fast pace tempo. Her mother had some Hispanic in her and had passed that onto Sennae.

"Sennae...your brother needs to use the bathroom!" Her father yelled over the music.

"Sorry Poppy, no can do." She yelled back, letting her Spanish accent trail though her voice.

"Sennae!" Her mother yelled. It wouldn't take a brain surgeon to tell Sennae her mom was getting mad.

"Coe Mommy!" She yelled back.

"Let your brother go to the bathroom!"

Sennae rolled her eyes. "I'm...not decent." She yelled back.

"Bull!" Sam yelled in a strained voice.

"Samuel Smith...watch your mouth." She heard her father scorn Sam.

"Frig my mouth...I got to go!"

Sennae snickered in laughter. She slipped out of her robe, revealing her before-performance-outfit. They were doing a pre-performance to the song Stick to the Status Quo to remind the competition that they ruled. She was wearing a jam mini skirt accompanied by a pink sash. She had thrown on a pink came and had a white blouse over that, it looked rather cute with her black boots. "Brad would have liked this entire." She said with a smirk.

"I'm sure he would...he loves anything you wear, or lack there of! Now Sennae open the damn door!" Sam yelled.

Sennae unlocked the door and stepped out revealing her outfit to her family. "Oh Sennae, how cute." Her mother squealed, coming over to play with her straightened hair.

John just twitched. "You're not going out looking like that...are you?"

Sennae smiled sweetly at him. "It's for the performance, Dad."

"I thought it was The Phantom of the Opera not The Desperate House Wives."

"It is...we just got to scare the competition." She turned and ran to her room.

"If it involves dancing on a table...the only person she'll scare is me."

"John!" Jane smacked his shoulder and walked away.

Sennae was silently arming herself, tightening her trusty ankle holster. Do I really want to do this. She asked herself pondering the thought. She looked at the clock. "I got like two hours till the pre performance." She lay down on her bed and decided to rest her eyes. She dozed off into a dream...a dream of pure terror.

!--The Dream--!

Sennae found herself sitting in a dark tunnel. "Hello...anyone out there?" A dark shadow was swirling around her. She reached for her knife, but it wasn't there. "Whoever you are...you come near me...I'll kick your ass."

"You don't want to kill me...you're to weak."

He's in my dreams! This isn't good! She began to think of a late filled condor, anything that seemed happy. She opened her eyes, the darkness was still there. I can't control my own dreams anymore! I'm losing my mental stability! This is in no way good! This was an inside assassins worst nightmare. She had read articles about some of the most famous assassins dying in their sleep...dying of fright! "Get out my head! You can't control me!" Someone came up behind her. A familiar arm slid around her waist and arms.

"Chill out. It's only a dream." She heard the hiss of a vampire, then came the sharp pain in her neck.

I don't like this dream...wake up...WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

!--End of Dream--!

Sennae jolted upright in her bed. "Wake up!" She screamed. Jane was sitting on the end of her bed looking at her curiously.

"Are you alright? Sweetie don't go through with this if you think you'll crash...because if you crash, you'll crash hard."

Sennae gave herself a good shake and sat up. "No mom, really, I'm fine."