Chapter 2

A/N: This chappy is going to introduce... DYALN. PUH-LEASE inform us on which POV's u like so we can do more for that person or whateva. Enjoy. I CANNOT believe we have gotten reviews already... like OMG. BTW, I always thought Dylan was a girl's name but then some wacko (James Patterson) was like nuh- huh it's a boy's name. Yah. That was my story of the day.-Ashley
Anyone ever heard of the Clique? Yeah, that's how the name Dylan came into our lives lol. -C
True dat -Ashley

Disclaimer: LALALALALA, hehe. You were expecting a disclaimer weren't ya? OK... here it is. WE DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE BLAH BLAH BLAH. ya. the end.

Dylan's POV

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Max Ride," the elderly man in beside me said. "One of the biggest threats to the FBI. She may look innocent but she's a ruthless killer. One of the deadliest assassins around." he replies.

Max Ride, assassin. That had a nice ring to it.

"Later," I replied with a smile. I picked up the brown folder sitting between us on the bench and strolled away, the mid-September sun beating down on my perfect complexion. Peering inside the folder I take a look at Max. She looks tough. She looks strong. But most of all, she looks beautiful.

Snap out of it Dyl! You haven't even met the girl... don't oogle over her already!

Max's POV

First name: Fang
Last name: Unknown
Date of birth: Unknown
Organization: Unknown

The file I picked up earlier didn't have much information, just two double-spaced pages. It seemed like this "Fang" dude really kept to himself. I continued to read through the papers.

Gender: Male
Appearance:
Hair colour- Black*
Skin colour- Olive*
Eye colour- Black*
Height- About 6'2
Age- 17-20*
*Note: The information gathered could be a false disguise.

Woah. He was around my age. I never imagined him to be so young. Well, that makes getting closer to him much easier. It was odd that there is no picture of Fang attached to the file. That means he's good. Really good.

Background:
Three days ago, on September 14th, Jeb Batchelder was assassinated. He was murdered in his home in New York City with a clean puncture wound straight to the heart. We have suspicions that this was done by no other than Fang.

Mission:
Gain his trust. Fang will enter the United States of America, if he is not inside already. After his most recent assassination, the top spy of the CIA, Fang will most likely opt to stay low and off of the radar until he finds an opportunity to act. Looking at his last victim, Mr. Jeb Batchelder, it is reasonable to assume that his next target will be someone inside of the CIA. We must eliminate this threat as quickly and efficiently as we can before anyone else is hurt. Therefore, your mission is to get closer to him and find out who he works for and who his next target is. Become his friend within a period of 2 weeks, for we suspect he will find his next victim by then.

HHHMMMM, raised to kill at the age of 13, parents died at the age of 10... interesting guy.

Maybe it would be fun getting to know him.

Fang's POV

Red light. Green light. SCREECH... another red light.

"Home, sweet home,"" I thought. That was sarcasm if you couldn't tell.

Once I entered the city, London was as busy as ever. I've nearly forgotten how crowded these streets were. The past month I've been stuck in the States on yet another mission. It seems like M16 has been calling me for every single problem they could get their hands on. I know I'm acting like a brat, but come on, I haven't even been home for more than two days for over three months. I've missed this place.

The sky was a dim blue as the day was coming to a close. I take a sharp right onto a more modern street with towering skyscrapers on either side of the road. My apartment comes into view and I can finally give a sigh of relief. I steer my bike into the underground lot and punched in the code. *beep*boop*beep*boop* Access granted. I take the stairs three at a time towards my apartment. Room 313. I step into my apartment and breathe out. Same messy apartment as always. When I get back from this mission, I definitely have to clean up.

Dylan's POV

Browsing through the brown folder, I make my way out of the way-too-crowded-park. HHMMM, this Max girl. She looks decent enough... I know we're going to hit it off... maybe. BUt, the thing is I've always been a popular jock boy, and she looks like more of a loner. I'll make this work, I always do. I can make her fall in love with the gorgeous golden boy, moi.

Sometimes I regret the espionage life. Weird huh? You want what you can't have, but when you have it it's... bleh. I wish things were different, I really do. Maybe I could be normal-ish. I can always dream.

Max's POV

I walk towards CIA headquarters with butterflies in my stomach. BUTTERFLIES... such an un-Max feeling. It's like the first day of highschool all over again. Stepping into headquarters (disguised as a bank) I am greeted by a breeze of cool air. I walk up to a teller and state the usual procedure.

"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?"

"I would like to withdraw exactly $76.54 from my acount please?"

"Exactly $65.43?" She asks, challenging me.

"Yes. $54.32." I say, stating the code.

She narrows her eyes at me and I give a subtle nod, showing her that I am yes a CIA agent even though I'm still "just a teen."

"Right this way, Miss," she says.

I walk towards the back of the bank and she pulls me into her office. She immediately closes her office blinds and pushes a button under her desk. POP. A hand scanner flips out as I place my palm onto the smooth surface.

"MAXIMUM RIDE?" the computer system asks.

"Yes. But I prefer Max," I state, not caring that I'm being slightly rude.-

"Alright MAX," the monotone voice says, giving me attitude.

WWRRSSHH, I look to my right and see what was once a cabinet is now sliding open to reveal a dark hallway.

"Follow me please," the lady says.

I follow the lady down the hallway through pitch black, the only thing guiding me is the sound of her footsteps. We walk for a few minutes before turning right, then left, then right again. I feel myself walking up a staircase that seems to lead on forever. Finally, after many twists and turns, and ups and downs we make it to a large room with computers lining the walls. Typical spy stuff. I look towards a screen to see a man's face appearing.

"Hello Max, my name is agent X nice to meet you."

"Hi," I reply, slightly weirded out by this dude.

"Right now I'm going to be giving you your extended mission briefing," Agent X states.

"You will be after Fang, international assassin. He was at Centre Field High but he is now transferring to Westfield High which is coincidentally one school district next to yours. The CIA will get you to switch schools, but luckily Westfield is only 8 blocks away from your current school. So you will spend your last year of high school with Fang at Westfield HIgh."

I have to switch schools... whatevs... it's not like I had a WHOLE lot of friends... I only have Ella.

"Alright, thank you," I answer half-heartedly, turning on my heel.

"You didn't think we'd leave you defenseless did you?" Agent X says with a gleam in his eye. "Go to weapons," he says, before waving me off.

Another door opens, but instead of a long dark corridor I expected, I see a glistening white hallway. But this time, I walk alone. I walk down to the first door. The tag on the door says " armory" the next door says "wounds" finally I find "weaponry." I walk in to see beautiful, glistening, weapons.

A/N: Next chapter will include cool gadgets/weapons, and the first day at school. R&R. :)