Chapter Two

Back at the apartment, Wynter was sharpening one of her knives, the metal against metal noise calming her nerves. It was a familiar noise to her - knives had been the first thing she'd trained with, and the noise comforted her worried mind, calming her nerves.

Harley leaned against the counter, watching her skeptically. "Why do you always do that?" Wynter brought her knife sharpening to a halt and turned to give her cousin a withering look. They watched each other for a few minutes, then Harley looked down and blushed. Wynter turned back to her knife sharpening.

After a little while, Harley announced that he had to leave to go to work - he taught diu jitsu at a school about fifteen miles from their apartment. He swung his bag containing his uniform and weapons onto his shoulder and sped away on his bike. Wynter walked back into her room. She looked at her school books but decided not to bother with them - she was practically done already, no need to work when she had other things to do.

Walking over to her closet, she knelt down and opened one of the small doors that held her numerous weapons, and placed her knife and sharpener inside.

She shut and locked the cabinet before standing up and walking over to her bed and pulling her computer out from under her pillow. Sitting cross legged on the black bedspread, she opened it up and held down the boot up button. The computer flickered to life and she typed in ehr complex password before pulling up her assassin program. It had been created by her uncle Siberious - Harley's father - after he retired from the Skylar Mission and before he died.

Blocking out any further thoughts about her uncle, she signed in (through several phases of identification) and finally typed in Skylar's name, to chek out his background. This was her first day on the mission, and she had been saving the background check to do today.

Scanning quickly through the information, she picked up only a few key facts : One. Skylar was a devoted hunter, and had been since he was old enough to hold a gun (age eleven) Two. Skylar had a younger brother who he would protect with his life. Three. Skylar attended the mixed classic rock concerts every monday, wednesday, and friday night. If she could corner him there, she could get him to a more private place and take care of things.

It seemed to have only been half an hour as she sat and considered how to do this the cleanest and simplest way possible, but suddenly Harley was knocking at her door. She quickly logged out and looked up innocently. Her cousin knew she was an assassin, and he knew who her target was, but he was not allowed into the database. It took only one key to log out - even though it was on her communicator - the newest model, created by M(whatever that wizard's stupid name was)

"Yeah?" she said in as much of a you've - interrupted - me - again - you - idiot - i - just - may have - to - kill - you, - too glare. Harley cleared his throat in an uncomfortable sort of way. "Skylar's at the door. Should i tell him to leave?" Wynter leapt up and glared at him, shoving her phone and communicator into her pocket. "You idiot!" she hissed as she ran from the room. she brushed her hair off her shoulders and put on a smile as she opened the door.

Skylar gave her a smile that seemed to much like hers. Fake.

"Hi" she said, widening her smile a fraction.

"Hi" he replied, and glanced behind her at Harley, who was retreating to his room. "Can I come in?"

Wynter stepped to the side to let him in. "Sure," she replied.

She shut the door behind him and they talked for a couple of minutes, sitting on the counter with hot chocolate that Wynter had made for them. After a little while they had finished it and Wynter glanced around. "xBox?" she offered, pulling a game that she had recieved from Skuta with the intention of playing with Skylar. He smiled and hopped down, offering her a hand. "Sure"