Max's POV

This was it. I get to go into the outside world. I could hardly believe it. But am I really ready for what's about to come? No. No going back now. I look at the blinking device. The switch was flipped a couple of hours ago. It told the bad guys where we were. Where I was.

Dad left, going to the town a different way I was. We said our goodbyes awhile ago. Before he left, he changed into a nice suit that I've never seen him in before. I cut his shoulder length curly blonde hair into a tight crew cut and he shaved his long beard. He says this is what most men will look like out there. He already had gone through the plan with me a billion times.

I waited and listened. There was a thunderous noise coming closer and closer. I looked out the window and almost screamed. Dad had told me all about planes and helicopters and how they fly and stuff but this is the first time I've seen one. It was huge and couldn't land because of the trees and snow. Men in heavy white snow suits and masks used ropes to get to the ground. I couldn't mistake the heavy guns strapped to them.

I closed the curtains. It was show time.

I peered down from the loft, waiting for the door to be ripped off it's old hinges. I shivered a bit but kept the task planted firmly in my mind. I wasn't in my usual heavy coats.

There was a loud noise as the door hit the ground. 3 armed men stepped in, their guns ready. It was pitch black in the cabin but I can see in the dark really well and I bet their goggles were night vision ones.

It's time for a little fun.

"That was rude, you should have knocked," I taunted. The men looked up pointing their guns at where I just was. I jumped to land on the other side of the room. "The door was unlocked."

They whipped around again to see nothing. The leader spoke up, "Maximum, where is Jeb." It was more a statement then a question.

"You tell me. He left awhile ago," I said, appearing behind one of the men, snapping his neck before he could turn around.

One by one I took them out. 5 more guys came and I killed them too. 10 more came in after hearing gunfire. I thought I sent out a good enough message not to mess with me. I dropped the gun I stole and put my hands up. "Okay Okay, I surrender."

They looked at the dead men and then at me. They grabbed me not too nicely and hauled me away into their big helicopter. I looked behind me, mentally saying goodbye to my home.

I knew I could never return.

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"Maximum, do you know where Jeb is?" I groaned and hit my head on the metal desk in front of me. I've been asked this over 10 times. If I didn't know where he is 30 minutes ago, I don't know where he is now either. But this guy just doesn't get it.

These guys don't know a thing about hospitality. First I was manhandled out of the helicopter (which was a pretty long flight, especially since everyone ignored me when I tried making conversation), then forced into bright orange pants and t-shirt and now I'm talking to a retard with big glasses and a tiny nose named David. So far-the outside world sucks. Not to mention they have been bribing me with gross round stale things and milk.

"I don't know where he is. That's what I want to know from you."

"Maximum, don't be difficult. Now, do you know anything about your father that might help us?"

"He's makes a great squirrel stew."

"Something...useful?" David asked losing his patience. "Your dad is a bad man, Maximum."

"Then what does that make you," I snarled. "I have a request," I said looking around the white room. There were cameras everywhere, we were the only people in the room. There were 2 metals chairs and a metal table; they were bolted to the ground. "I will tell you everything I know. But only to Marian."

David's eyes bugged out of his head. "I'll see what I can do." He got up and left quickly. The door slammed before I could yell 'thanks David!'

About half an hour later, a young pretty woman walked in. She had blue eyes and an orange bob. She was all smiles and had a youthful glow to her. She wore a grey pantsuit but wore it well. Dad had showed me pictures of her when I was young- she held quite the resemblance.

"You asked to speak with me?" Her voice had a little big of a country accent. It was as if she was trying very hard to keep her voice American.

"Marian?" I asked.

"Yes? That's me. Now I hear you have some information to tell me?" She smiled warmly, urging me to talk. "Sweetie, do you know where your father is?" I looked over at the guards that came in with her then looked back. I leaned to whisper in her ear.

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Marian sat watching the screen with beady little blue eyes. Maximum looked sweet and innocent. Which is what she was trained to do-hide her true self until it's time to kill. She was trained by the best CIA agent.

She looked like she would have many boys chasing after her. She was tall, skinny and looked quite athletic. Her skin was snow white and her brown eyes were hard and cold, her dark brown hair was slightly damaged and greasy-but she still looked like a million bucks.

Maximum leaned over to whisper to the decoy-Marian felt a surge of panic and she yelled into the speaker that was connected to the speaker in the decoy's ear. "Don't get too close!'

It was too late. With reflexes almost too quick for the human eye to see, Maximum had snapped her neck and killed the guards. Taking their hand guns.

"Hello, Marian. I know you're watching. You tried to pull a quick one on me," Maximum fired and one of the tiny monitors in the security room went black. She shot every one till there was one left, "Now I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta jet. Places to be. Things to see. And when the time is right-a certain redhead to kill." The last camera went out.

Marian slammed her fist on the desk and grabbed her walkie talkie. "Find the girl! She's armed and dangerous!"

One of the agents with her patted her back. "It's okay, she won't get out."

"I'm more worried about Jeb. He's the immediate danger. Find the girl and call me when you get her. Keep her locked up."

And just like that, Marian was off.

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After escaping the agency center, I was on my way. I have been walking through the desert for about an hour now.

It wasn't very hard, I just crawled through the tunnels and it brought me all the way out here. I was just small enough to fit. It's good to be fourteen. I guess the place was built for bigger dangerous people. I don't think they have ever had to deal with a 14 year old assassin.

It was nightfall when I finally reached the closest town. My dad had everything planned in advance. Right now, I am suppose to meet a contact of his. He owns a donut shop/cafe. He is supposedly a close friend of my dad's.

The town was more of a city-tall buildings, lots of lights and cars. Many people littered the streets. Some stepping out of the night clubs and some going home from dinner. Thank god for books and my dad's knowledge or I would be totally clueless here.

I have to admit, I am a bit taken back by simple everyday things to the people of this city. Like electricity. Our cabin never had it-but dad made me read all about it at home.

Home. I miss it already.

I was completely lost and I look like I just escaped from jail. Great. I looked around and saw a bunch of guys huddled around a really tall pole with a light at the top. The name escapes me of what it's called. I took a breath and walked up to them. I tapped one of the guy's shoulder.

I didn't realize how gangly he looked until he turned around. They were a little taller than me and I'm already 5'8 at 14.

"Look at what we have here," the guy licked his lips creepily and smiled. He was good looking, except for his bags under his eyes and his yellow teeth. Probably from smoking. They all resembled him in fashion and hair sense. "What would you like sweetheart."

"Directions," I said simply. The guys laughed and stared at me. I felt something I've never felt before-I felt like the prey. Not the predator.

"How about you come back to my place and..." He grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. "Maybe we can get you out of that jail looking uniform and into something...well, we could just do the first part."

I couldn't believe it. What a pig. Jeb told me all about boys in the real world-some of them are perverts. I grabbed his wrist that was holding my arm and twisted it. He yelped with pain and stepped back. One of them tried to grab me but I sidestepped him and punched him in the face.

"Where's Johnny's Donut shop," I ground out through my teeth. I must have looked like a rapid pit-bull to them because they all took a step back. Maybe my just-escaped-from-jail outfit was scaring them.

"2 blocks that way, then turn right," the first guy said pointing.

"Thanks," I said in a sickly sweet voice.