• tab Emily was your average teenager. She showed up to school early and stayed after daily. She skipped class all the time. She liked getting in trouble, but never really got caught, almost as if she was trained to sneak in and out of sticky situations. She was also really good at debating. She let herself get caught from time to time just for that extra boost of adrenaline that she felt she needed in her system. She could talk her way out of anything.

    tab I was sitting in English class. It was the only class I actually liked to show up to. If I wasn't here then I'd be off school grounds. I didn't need to know how to do math. I had the skilled to be a master criminal if I wanted. Steal for a living. But for some odd reason catching those master criminals seemed so much more appealing. I could live my life as a wanderer, capturing the bad guys for a profit, sounds like my idea of a future career.

    tab The teacher walks over to me to hand me a pass. Of course I find myself nervous. I'm never in class enough to be called out of it, and I was sick of talking to the counselor. She didn't understand how I need to wander, how I need to explore the world, and run into trouble on the way. It was literally in my blood. So was debating, and now I'm being pulled out of the only class I actually like. I look down at the pass and see that it does in fact ask me to head down to the counselors. I grab my stuff like it requests of me and I head out the door.

    tab The GRC was located down the hallway and a flight of steps and it was around the corner on the first floor. I was on the third. Instead of taking a left I take a right and take those steps to the fourth floor. I liked taking the longest route possible. I headed down the hallway walk past the steps I should have gone down and head all the way to the other side of the hallway. I go down those steps back to the third floor. I walk to the middle steps head down to the second floor head down to the far right steps then down to the third floor. I could take a longer route, but as I ran past the GRC my counselor saw me so I headed into the office. 

    tab As I walk into the office I see a strange, tall man clad in an assassins uniform. I play enough video games that I can easily recognize so. He wanted to talk to me. He asks the counselor if we could head outside for a walk as we are reunited. I'm standing there thinking this guy is nuts. What could he mean by reunited.

    tab Outside by the flagpole he finally stops letting me lead the way by grabbing my shoulder and pointing up. I look up and see two flags, the state flag and the American flag. I look back down and see he's no longer standing next to my so my eyes shoot right back up and he's standing on top of the flagpole. I was startled at first, then remembered how easy it is for me to get up there in just a few seconds.

    tab He jumps back down says he's my uncle and that he came to tell me that my mom use to be an assassin, like he is now. The time has come to join and go through the training that is required of one such as myself, said something about me being a natural. But how could I be an assassin and how did a democrat such as my dad hook up with an assassin like my mom? These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I looked forward to my training in the near future.