Chapter 2: The Foreign Chase

Mission: Assassinate the French Ambassador's Wife.

Time: 8 o'clock.

Supply: in the left wing's attic

Note: Be fast!

The command was clear. Scatty found a red hair wig, a red strapless dress that fits her like a glove, a pair of red stockings and a pair of red high heels. She put them on quickly, and jumped into the limo that came for her at 8 o'clock.

On the seat of the limo, she found a folder. There she found fake ID, she was suppose to be Charice Abendanon, a museum owner back in France. Scatty knew what happened to the real Charice. Assassinated.

It took about 1 hour for the limo to reach the gallery exhibit and for her to memorize her fake ID. She went into the big building. The building was full of important people, it will take her 5 minutes to know which one is the French ambassador's wife. But then Scatty heard one of the people there said, "There's the French Ambassador." Or maybe not that long.

"And you see sir, we think that you might be the next target." Rebecca Baxter said in her plumy accent to the French Ambassador.

"Impossible, I have nothing to do with you Americans!" The French Ambassador said in his French accent. Bex looked back and saw that Grant was biting a laugh.

"Well, as you see, I am very busy, and my wife here…" He pointed at his wife who was talking to a woman from Africa. "…She doesn't want me to do much with the Americans." As he ended the sentence, there was a female's scream, and it was from the African lady.

Both Grant and Bex turned around and saw the ambassadors wife on the ground. They both ran, but then Bex shouted to grant, "It's a knife! A throwing knife!" Then the Security quickly evacuated everyone in the building, including Charice Abendanon who was dressed in a very beautiful red dress.

"Guess what? Charice Abendanon was found dead in France." Zach said as she tossed a folder to Jonah. "She never left to America."

"It was her, it was the same girl from the senator's house!" Grant said as she slammed the table with his hand and shook his head. "She did it in public. She did it right in front of everyone!"

The three of them exchange looks for a while. The girl was only 14, she's a throwing knife expert, and a perfect assassin. The knife! Zach took out the knife from the evidence box and looked at it. It was the same one that he saw before back at Sperling School of Arts.

"Grant, did you see the girl?"

"Yea."

"How tall was she?"

"About this tall." He said as he pointed at his shoulder.

"I knew it!" Zach said as he stormed outside the room.

Grant turned to Jonah, but he only raised both of his shoulder. Grant sat down on his chair, and Jonah went back on his computer. "She has an African face." Jonah said as he zoomed at the security cam records. "Actually, a beautiful white African face. Just like Shakira." He turned to grant, and grant raised his left eyebrow.

"She went to a German art school."

"Killed an American." Jonah added.

"and a French." Grant nodded.

"Obviously a foreign chase." Jonah nodded back at him.

Scatty was sitting in the shotgun seat and Ms. Brielle, her Math teacher, was driving. What happened last night was fast. Faster than anything that Scatty ever did, and Scatty was glad about it. She kept playing and squeezing her seatbelt as the car passed through the highway.

"What are you worrying about, dear?" Ms. Brielle said as she turned the wheel to right. "Yesterday was a success…" Suddenly there a bullet went through Ms. Brielle's window and went into her head.

Scatty screamed as the car crashed a wall. She quickly grabbed her throwing knifes from her bag and ran out of the car.

"STOP!" Yelled a voice from behind her. She saw a glance of black hummer and the male agent that she saw before in school. She quickly found the nearest tree and climbed it. The male agent pulled out a gun and tried to shoot at her. Missed. She threw her first knife at his hand, and he dropped the gun as he yelled in pain.

Scatty hopped from a tree to another, before finally she was blocked by three more agents. That guy brought his friends, she thought. She threw three of her knife, and the three of it hit the 3 different agents' head at once.

Scatty kept hopping when finally another male agent dropped on her. Scatty tried to fight him with her knife, but that was her weakness, close fights. "Give it up, kid." The guys said. Apparently talking lowered his ground. Tamara kicked his thigh, he fell to the ground and she jumped from the tree.

She touched down on the park, and before she even realized the agents was still surrounding her. Behind her, the agent that she kicked touched down. "I told you to give it up." He said as he walked towards her in an odd way.

"Your Foreign chase is over." A thinner male agent said to her. Someone from her back covered her face with a black sack, Scatty tried to fight it, but before she could even move, she felt a shock on her chest and she fell a sleep.