Sorry if I'm leaving out some details like of her escape, i have a reason for it..I'm trying to get max to the destination where this story is mainly going to take place as quickly as possible. Where she uncovers the truth about her dad's past and future. And where the whole flock and some other MR characters come into the story :D I have mostly the whole plot figured out. with the turning points and twists. So I'm excited to get to those parts. The beginning 3 or so chapters are mainly fillers. And another reason is because i want to add those details later on in the future. Thanks everyone for the reviews- constructive criticism is welcome-it only makes the story better. I will also be updating this story every 3-6 days since I have everything mapped out and it's summer.
This chapter is almost triple the length as the others..ooops...but expect chapters in the future to be in between the length of chapter 1 and 3 :D :)
Max's POV
Johnny's Donut shop was a small little cafe in the middle of a strip of stores. It was closed of course-everything else was except the pub at the end of the street. There was a small alley beside the cafe which Jeb said to walk down till I reach a door. When I finally found it, I did the knock Jeb taught me.
It took awhile for someone to open the door and when someone did-it wasn't what I was expecting. The man who opened the door looked like the guy I saw in a picture years ago but this one standing in front of me was much fatter and had balding hair. He had a huge nose and a stomach so big-Santa Claus would envy him.
"Maximum?" His voice sounded ecstatic.
"Depends who's asking."
"It is you," he gave me a huge hug and ushered me in. "Come, come."
In the past hour, he told me all about his life. His name's Rudy and he bought the donut shop from a guy named Johnny years ago, no wife or kids. He was high school friends with my dad before he moved out here. I learned that no matter how depressing this guy's life is-he is a very jolly man. He gave me a sandwich and a juice box. I've never actually eaten a sandwich before...or peanut butter and the only thing similar to the jam was when I found berries in the woods and ate them.
"Enough about me, time to get on with business. Your dad left me all this stuff years ago, I haven't opened it don't worry. The less I know the better." He gave me a big envelope full of stuff. I'm supposed to get you on the next flight out of here. There should be a before-midnight flight soon, let's go." He grabbed a set of keys and opened his front door. A thought must of struck him because he closed the door again. "We can't have you...looking like you. You look like you just escaped from jail. Come with me, your dad already figured this out."
He led me to the back room. His house was small and run down, very dark too. It was one floor with one bedroom and bathroom, a small kitchen and living room. He had a television or 'TV' as he called it. The place looked very...lived-in.
He pulled out something from under his bed. He gave me some clothes and a small box with a blonde lady on it.
"What's this?"
"It's called hair dye. It changes the colour of your hair." I was a bit sceptical but let him lead me to the bathroom and put the stuff in my hair. He even dyed my eyebrows to match.
After the shower (I've never showered before), I was squeaky clean. I thought I was pale before-I was even worse when the dirt was cleaned off changed into the army green cargo pants, a tank top and really tight black hoodie. I even got socks, a bra and these shoes called converse. Everything wasn't exactly the right size since everything was bought and planned when I was like 9. The tank top and hoodie was a little too small and showed a bit of my stomach.
I brushed out my use-to-be-dark-brown-now-blonde-hair and got in Rudy's old dented car.
I looked at the contents inside the envelope. There were passports, school ids, birth certificates and other items. My dad already told me I need these for the plane. They were different identities for me. At Rudy's house-he already took a picture and put it onto the passport. He was good with forgery.
He had given me a suitcase with clothes and other personal items to make it look more natural.
"Your name?"
"Jordyn Marks."
"And where are you going miss Marks?"
"To go live with my mom for the rest of the school year. Her and my dad are divorced."
"Your mom and dad?"
"Melissa Robinson and Ted Marks."
"How old are you?"
"15 in September." My and Rudy's conversation went like this the whole ride to the airport. None of this was true-it was the fake story I was going to go by if people ask questions. My real story: living in a forest in northern Finland with my father-an ex CIA agent-who is 'Most Wanted' in America was training me to be an assassin so I can kill the woman who killed my mother and who wants me gone? They might not fly with that.
When I was on the plane- I have to admit, I was nervous. When we finally got in the air, I was ready to jump out the window. Play it cool Max.
I opened more of the envelope. There was a note inside.
I hope you're doing well Maximum. I hope I briefed you enough so that New York won't scare you too much. Once you're there, you will meet a woman at the address below. She is a very nice lady-she is my mother. Your Grandma. Don't tell her too much of your adventures or much of your mission. Blend in with her. Nobody knows where she lives or that my mother is even alive so you'll be safe. If I haven't been captured or killed, I will meet you soon. Love you.
I smiled and put the letter in my pocket. I will be flying a lot; I am taking another plane to New York to shake any guys off my trails. This was going to be a long flight.
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Random POV
"Marian, long time no talk," the man got up to hug his visitor, only to get pushed back into his seat by the redhead. "Sit down, sit down. So how are you?"
"Let's cut to the chase shall we," Marian's voice lost her cold American all-work-no-fun and replaced it was a velvety smooth voice men would find attractive. "Jeb and his daughter are back..." she ran a finger down his chest, "I need a favour."
"Anything, Marian," The man swallowed the clump in his throat and ran a hand through it chin length long blonde surfer hair. "Anything."
"Good," Marian went back to business, leaning back-her voice going cold. "I have to handle Jeb but I can't with that little brat running along. Plus, they are weaker separated. So I need you to find this brat and bring her to the agency." Marian stopped and surveyed the area. Mitch and her sat at the bar on stoles. The club he owned was empty except for the exotic dancer practicing on stage for when the club opens.
"Oh Marian...I would love to...but I really need to buy more dancers for this place..." He ran other hand through his hair and turned on his charming smile.
"How about you find her, I won't kill you and I'll give you a bit of money. Heck, I'll let you have her on the weekends to dance in a cage once we brainwash her," Marian said, slightly jokingly, "She's easy on the eyes." She took out of picture they took of her at the agency.
"Her parents were Jeb and Susanne?" His eyes bugged out of his head. I can see Jeb, no Susanne. Well-maybe the dark hair."
"We have a deal?"
"You got it. I'll get some of my men too."
"Careful, she's dangerous," Marian said getting up and walking away.
"She's a kid," Mitch yelled after her.
Marian stopped in her tracks, turning her head only slightly, "She's not just any kid. She's special. She's Jeb daughter."
"So?"
"She knows 20 ways to kill you with a popsicle stick."
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Max's POV
"Yeah, it might be her."
"I wish I could pull down her hood."
The whispers came from the seats across from me. I pretended to sleep, listening to their conversation.
"It sure looks like Maximum. Same full lips and nose. Her hood is too low though."
The seatbelt light went on and while the guys where looking down to buckle in, I took a chance to study them.
One had a California surfer look to him from what I read in my novel, the other looked Italian with a shaved head. He had a long scar running from his jaw to his upper eye. 1other guy sat behind them, resembling the Italian except with short curly black hair. I mentally named them Cal, Scar and Pablo.
The plane was almost empty except for the four of them, a tired looking business man, an old couple and the flight attendants and of course a pilot.
I quickly looked away as they looked up. Maybe I had imagined their conversation? Maybe, they were just regular guys?
My optimism surprises me sometimes.
The plane hit the runway and I felt a surge of relief. I learned something from my time being in the outside world-I hate planes.
I got up from my seat and tried to reach into the luggage compartment.
"Let me get that for you miss," 2 dainty woman hands reached over my shoulders, pulling out my only suitcase. I disliked how close the person was. I'm a girl that like's her personal space here. Keeping my hood low, I grabbed the suitcase that was being offered to me. Muttering a small thanks I stole a glance at the person who held my suitcase. My stomach lurched when my suspicions were confirmed. Cal was the one who grabbed it. Him and his little girl hands.
I turned quickly, exiting the flying death trap. I went into the airport and quickly found the nearest washroom. I turn on the water and splashed my face with water to make sure I stay awake. I was so tired-escaping from high security agencies whose goal in life is to make sure you are locked up really tires a girl out.
I causally –well I tried to- walk out of the bathroom, sneaking looks around as I walk out. The 3 guys were leaning against the wall near a huge silver thing with luggage spilling out of a flap. To everyone else, they were just waiting for their suitcases. To a trained assassin-they were waiting for me.
I knew that Marian sent them, or some other bad guys that want my dad killed. While he was a CIA agent-he made tons of enemies. He was a real pain in the as-butt when it came to inferring with major heists. I've heard stories of him cracking big cases; he was hired to protect the president at an important event because Marian believed there was someone trying to kill him. My dad has also taken down drug dealers, gang leaders and professional serial killers. Talk about a hero.
Why the agency turned against him-now that's the thing I'm stumped about. He told me some things but didn't mention the rest. He was also a scientist-well kind of-he specialized in studying muscles, and genetics that can be infused into DNA to make agents stronger and faster. Then the agency accused him of some pretty nasty things. My dad said that his mother will tell me everything when I arrive.
I checked my watch, I have an hour till my next flight. I can't get on that plane till those guys are off my tail.
I walked outside into the fresh air. It wasn't very late but it was October and it got dark early.
I heard footsteps and whispers following me. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face-my stomach was bubbling with excitement. This was going to be the first major buttkicking I give to someone other than my father. And not for training.
I walked straight down the dead beat street, turning into a very dark alleyway. Perfect.
I put my suitcase behind a dumpster; I grabbed hold of a pipe that ran up the wall and climbed it with ease.
Scar and Pablo entered the alleyway, looking for me. They kept getting closer and closer to my hiding spot. I could easily see the confusion on their stupid faces.
I jumped down behind them, making sure to crouch when I land so that I don't break both my legs. They didn't notice me behind them until Pablo fell face first into the cement from a kick to the back.
Scar turned around quickly, giving me a sharp punch to the shoulder. I gasped in pain.
Pain is just a message. I can hit ignore.
Speaking of hitting, I punched Scar in the face and while he tried to recover, I did a roundhouse kick to his side. He crumpled to the ground in a heap.
By now, Pablo is up and on his feet with a knife in his hand.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says with a thick Italian/Russian accent. Odd mix.
"The knife in your hands tells me otherwise," I said knocking it out of his hand with my foot. I punched him in the gut while he tried to respond. I then kicked him in the face, sending him to land on Scar. Well that was easy.
I made sure my hood was still covering my newly dyed hair when I saw Pablo smile from the ground but before I could turn around-it was too late. I was hit in the back of the head with something, I crumpled on top of Pablo and Scar who got up to catch me.
I could see black dots making my vision blurry as I was thrown over someone's shoulder like a rag doll. I heard the noise of someone picking a lock and opening a door. A car door.
I took the knife out of my sleeve (I always have a small pocket knife) and stabbed the guy carrying me in the back. Literally. He screamed and put me down not-too-nicely. Scar pulled the bloody knife out of Pablo with great effort. But by then, I was already up and fighting.
I took Cal's head, hitting it with the car door a few times, which no doubt knocked him out or killed him. Scar forgot about Pablo and started charging at my with a long looking knife. I grabbed it from him and slit his throat. Pablo charged at me in blind rage, I sidestepped him and since he was picking up too much speed-he couldn't stop in time. I kicked the knife protruding from his back, making it go deeper and deeper-so deep, the handle almost disappeared behind the flesh and blood. He staggered and fell, hitting his head on the floor in the car. I took the other half of his body and put it in the car. I took the other 2 guys that were knocked out or potentially dead and did the same. 3 Blind Mice-now 3 bloody mice potentially blind from having their brain rattle in their heads every time their head hit something hard. Long title I know. All I know about it is that it's a song. In that case-I'm the cat. A pretty awesome tough cat. I'm Catwoman-I like the thought of that. That'd be a great idea for a comic book.
After I was finished with my handiwork, I picked up my suitcase and sprinted in order to catch the next flight.
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Random POV
"I had a really nice night," the girl smiled at her lover, holding his hand that was around her shoulders. She sniffed the air, inhaling his very nice scent, mostly coming from the jacket that draped her shoulders.
"I did too; I really hope we can do this again sometime."
"I didn't expect us to stay out so late, it's after midnight."
"Well, I'm not letting you walk home, I'll drive you. My car is parked just around the corner," he gave her a charming smile and led her around the block. The only noise was the sound of her high heels against the cement. "Just a little-"
"Babe! There are people trying to steal your car!" As they got a little closer, they noticed something strange about the 3 guys. "They're dead!"
From afar, they look like a bunch of guys just sitting in the car. If you looked closer-you could see a blonde haired surfer sitting in the driver's seat, his hands duct-taped to the wheel. Blood gushing out of a head wound. A bald man with a big scar running down his face, looking out the passenger window, his upper body taped to the seat-including his arms. Blood trickling out of his throat. And the other guy, lying down on the crimson stained tan leather seats in the back. His hand taped to the door handle.
"Call 911!" The man yelled at his terrified date. "They need medical attention and fast!
From the distance, a plane taking off could be heard .