"I can't believe we took over France in less than a day!" exclaimed a young assassin once her crew had returned to their van. "I can't believe I get to rule it!"

     The assassin, Scout, had been used to killing, but never before had she channeled her murderous intentions into something useful. It was a new feeling for her. Her mentor of sorts, Samantha, was smiling, basking in her friend's glory. Samantha's wardrobe and attitude ('badass' as some would call it) gave her a much more threatening appearance compared to her assassin. Scout was thin, tall, and just strong enough to hold her own, with a very innocent appearance. Her hair was her most prominent feature, for it was a dark brown lion's mane that tangled extraordinarily quickly. The only thing that gave away anything about her true intentions was the necklace she wore, if it could be called a "necklace" at all. It was merely a thick, black thread, and attached to it was the tooth of her first victim, a former friend from her youth who had gotten on her bad side.

     Samantha, a spicy brunette with a grudge, would have done Scout's job herself, but with everyone being strictly loyal to the Monarchy, she realized she would need some help. Both Samantha and Scout had hired personal bodyguards for added protection. Scout's bodyguard had been an ex who never stopped loving her. Of course, it was awful, as she no longer reciprocated feelings, but she needed someone who would give their life for her, and Brevin certainly would have in a heartbeat. He wasn't much; stronger than Scout but not by a lot, and, no matter how high Scout's heel height increased, he would always be taller than her, but compared to other men, he was quite scrawny, and a lot more emotional. 

     Samantha's bodyguard on the other hand, who was currently driving the rebellion leader's old van to Scout's new home, was the strongest of the team. Shirley, who's hair was shorter than her temper, had been alongside Samantha since the rebellion began to form, and has saved her life many times over. Samantha owes her life to that woman, but Shirley never asked for anything from the leader.

     The only other person in the van was a short, tough man by the name of Jeremiah, Samantha's husband. He was the shortest of the team, but still pretty buff. He had curly brown hair that Samantha loved to get lost in, and she really only kept him around for the pleasure of having someone to love her. He often hindered Samantha's escapades and was a mutually-agreed-upon idiot. Brevin and Shirley both bully him whenever the young leader isn't around, and Samantha doesn't usually pay attention when he complains about it. The two don't talk that much anyways; Samantha recently decided to confide in Shirley much more with her stresses and fears of expanding the rebellion, and Jeremiah hasn't noticed.

     The van they were riding in suddenly screeched to a halt in the middle of the road, causing Jeremiah, who usually stood up in the back of the vehicle, to fly forward and into the seat in front of him.

     "What the fuck Shirley?" he squeaked, prying himself off of Scout's lap. He could've landed anywhere else, but no, he had to land in the scariest teammate's seat. The young assassin glared daggers at him, so he decided to crawl over into Samantha's lap for protection.

    "I'm so sorry guys, there was a couple of squirrels and I didn't want to hit them!" Samantha's bodyguard explained. A car behind her began to beep their horn. "Fuck off, mate!!!" She shouted, sticking a middle finger out the window as she began to drive again. Samantha giggled a bit, and Scout just rolled her eyes.

    "So how does it feel to be a leader?" Samantha asked Scout after a moment of unnerving silence. The assassin lightened up a little and returned the smile.

     "It's kind of scary but-"

     "Don't worry, I'll be there to protect you, Scout!" Brevin interjected from his seat in the front. Scout sighed.

     "Thank you, Brevin," she said, turning back to Samantha, who was smiling. Jeremiah was still huddled on her lap.

     "You'll be okay, the American's haven't killed us yet, and well, you grew up there. You know how they are with their guns..."

     Scout chuckled and nodded, looking out the window into the streets of the French capital, once ruled by the monarchy, but now set free. A light rain came down upon the city, graying the skies a bit. Regardless, Paris is a beautiful city indeed, and now it would be under the rule of someone new yet again, which left some uncertainty among its population. Still, Scout would try her best, and Samantha would always be there for advice. It really was the start of something entirely new.

     The van eventually made it to their destination, the former Elysee Palace, which had been cleaned out by some of the rebellion's other assassins. Scout and Brevin would be residing there, alongside the yet-to-be-determined cabinet. Scout was to choose loyal members of her new land to govern with her, which Samantha left entirely up to her.

     "Well, here we are!" Brevin exclaimed, springing out of the old van. The rest of the gang, followed suit, with the exception of Shirley, who was meant to guard the van. She equipped her handgun and was ready to shoot if need be. Samantha and Jeremiah followed as Scout and Brevin entered the large building. The group was very excited, but also slightly on edge, not knowing just how many people in the city still sided with the monarchy. Each member of the team had their own handgun for insurance. Brevin and Shirley were in charge of other weapons, which were readily available when need be.

     "Welcome home, Scout," Samantha said, trying to rub off a blood splatter from the floor with her foot. The assassin smiled and gazed around at what was left. Most of the governmental officials' bodies had been dragged out into the back for later disposal, it seems, but the blood had not been cleaned up. Scout didn't mind.

     "It's glorious" Scout stated, looking around. "And it's all MINE." She laughed, almost a maniacal laugh, which echoed in the corridors of the immense building.

     "Right, well, we'll let you get settled in then!" Samantha said, turning to leave. "Stay safe, and remember, if you need anything, just call. I'll be back in a few days."

     "Whatever, mom," Scout scoffed, but her grin suggested it was in jest. She appreciated Samantha, she just wasn't going to tell her that. "Where are you going, anyways?"

     "Well," the rebel leader began. "I'm heading back home to assemble the league of assassins. With you leading your own country, we're gonna need a new head."

     "They'll never be as good as Scout!" Brevin shouted from across the room. He was analyzing something in a far corner, squatting down to look at whatever it was.

     "Yes, well, we're going to need a new head regardless," Samantha repeated, a hint of irritation noticeable in her voice. "We've got plenty of work ahead of us."