OK, so. Awkward. Nothing ruins a morning like waking up to someone getting ready to slit your throat.

So, a quick lesson, in case you ever need it. Don't freak out. If you try to jump up, they'll kill you.

I looked up and saw him. The man from the phone.

"HI" I whispered. Tryin to keep my cool.

"HI" he said icily.

"so… what brings you to visit me at this hour?"

I whispered. i guess things were gonna get interesting a lot sooner than planned.

"Why are you here" he asked.

"well, since your parents didn't tell you… when a mommy and daddy love each other veeery much-"

He growled and pressed the knife against my throat. Okay. Bad time for humor. Still. That was a pretty good one I think.

He walked across the room towards the door, pushing me ahead of him. He started to open the door and that's when I made my move. I whirled around and kicked him in his soft spot. He grunted and doubled over. I ran to my bed and snatched my taurus from under the covers.

Three coughs came from the other side of the room and a bullets wizzed past me. One buried itself in my knee. It buckled and I squeaked in pain, dropping to the floor.

Okay, you know when you fall and skin your knee on gravel and all those little rock pieces get stuck in the cut and for some reason, it hurts like hell? Well, imagine the little rock going through your knee and out the other side. Not to mention the hole in your bone.

I scrambled behind the bed and emptied my gun in the direction of him. I heard him draw in a quick breath but he still advanced towards me.

Major F moment.

I rolled out from behind the bed and ran for the door, smashing past him and darting into the hallway.

I whipped around and kicked the gun out of his hand, it clattered away down the hall.

He smashed his fist into my side. I think one of my ribs cracked. Either way, I gasped for air and staggered back

"WTF!" I wheezed. He kicked my hurt knee and I screamed, falling down again, by now he had gotton his knife back out. He stabbed it down and missed me by an inch as I rolled away.

he landed a hard kick on the side of my head just as I was scrambling up. Stars exploded in my head and I fell back. He aimed a gun at my head just as alex ran out of his room. He ran right into Mr. Assasin and knocked him off balance. Alex did some crazy karate move and kicked him in the head. Mr. assasin staggered back. Alex punched him. Mr. assasin smashed a fist into Alex's jaw. This was getting to be a really bad night for the both of us. I kicked mr. assasins legs out from under him and grabbed his gun when it clattered to the floor. I emptied it into him, and alex gasped too. Oops. Haha.

Mr. Assasin retreated. Running down the hall and disapearing. I sat up and looked over at alex. I didn't see where I shot him.

"Sorry.." I muttered

"its okay" he said

"Where are you hurt?" I asked, cleching my teeth

"Just grazed my shoulder. What about you?"

"Knee. Head, ribs" I muttered.

He helped me stand up. Blood soaked my penguin pj pants.

"we cant let them find out" I said

"Are you kidding? Your hurt! We'll just call off the mission" Alex said anxiously.

"no Way! Ill just bandage it and wear jeans! Well blame the motorcycle accident!" I muttered

Alex looked at me worried.

"fine"

After he had helped me clean the wound we both went back to bed and hoped that Mikhail hadnt sent the assasin.

The next morning, I limped down to breakfast. Alex kept glancing at me worriedly, but no one else seemed to notice. Then, at the end, when I had a waffle stuffed in my face (yum) Mikhail asked me about it.

"what happened to your leg?"

I swallowed.

"I think I sprained my ankle yesterday"

"We should have a doctor look at it"

"No! its fine. Just a little sore" I blurted out.

He looked at my skeptically.

Alex was looking down at his plate.

"Very well" Mikhail said a minute later.

I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Later that day, we decided it was time to check out the warehouses down the hill. Alex was the spy here, so I let him lead and all that. My pockets were weighed down with 4 guns. The heel of my converse had a compartment containing a switchblade. Alex had all his crazy gadgets, which, in a life or death situation, were pretty pathetic compared to my mini arsenal.

We stopped crouching in the shadow of one of the buildings. They were all locked, guarded and secured. There was no way were could just walk in.

But apparently alex had been trained for spy crap like how to get in buildings without being seen. Im used to killing people in public. Wide spaces. Not their own dojo.

There was one door we could see. It was out of sight of the rest of the compound. Only one guard stood in our way. He held an AR-15. That could be useful to us later.

I pulled out my taurus and put a bullet in the mans skull before Alex could protest. My gun made no sound.

Alex stared at me in disbelief.

I shrugged. What?

He turned away and we darted across the patch of exposed ground and to the door. I stepped lightly over the dead guard, but Alex seemed more awkward about it. He probably didn't kill anyone in cold blood.

I picked up the rifle while Alex did something to the lock. A second later the door clicked open. I stalked in first, the gun ready. But no one came. It was a long white hall way, like in a hospital.

I dropped the gun back on the dead guy. There was no way I could hide it if I needed to.

Alex and I crept down the hall, listening for anything. We took a left, then a right, dodging guards.

Finally we stopped in front a room. Part was storage, part was an office. My breath caught in my throat. In the middle, stood Mikhail Veitenhov. Next to him were two more men who I didn't recognize. Guards with assault rifles were in every corner. but the real reason for my shcok was two more men in the room. One was Mr. Assasin. The other was Tuvia Veitenhov. My main enemy.

They were looking out a huge window in the wall. It was like at the car wash, when you watch you car going through. Some kind of factory was visible through the other side. Which wasn't a big deal except the factory workers were wearing the marshmellow suits that keep out radiation. Great.

Alex pointed to a vent in the wall. We silently crawled in. just like in the movies. Fortuneatly, the room was easy to find. We could hear them through the vents and we climbed out behind a stack of boxes.

We could hear them talking now.

"The missiles will be ready for launch in 24 hours" one of the men whose names I don't know said.

Mikhail smiled triumphantly, looking over at his brother. It was like he was trying to impress him.

Tuvia looked coldly at the operation on the other side of the glass.

"Have the targets coordinates been programmed?"

"Yes. "

"and the governments suspect nothing? No spies? No breaches in the security?"

Mikhail was about to answer when my cell phone blared Superfreak.