"I wonder what Illion wants with us..." I muttered as I walked down the dark grey halls. I heard Amber, a clumsy yet energetic young girl, speeding up her footsteps to match my pace, skipping happily by my side.

  I saw her from the corner of my eye, her hair long and straight, her eyes a dark reddish-brown, shining with excitement, "Hopefully a mission! The last time I was sent out on a mission to kill was a week ago. And that wasn't even my last kill!"

  I sighed. Of course she has. Living with an energetic killing machine is completely safe. I thought. I don't know why Illion sent that thing with me. I am a swiper, and I have stolen many things from the people. Anything as small as chocolates to something as large as artifacts from museums, Amber and I are easily the best workers for Illion. But I have never really talked to her before.

     I'm not scared of her, if that's what you're thinking. Illion will have her head if she killed anyone in the group. But she is rather at ease with the strict boss. I guess it's because she was raised here since she was a baby, while I was recruited when I was found at three years after a boat crash. I remember none of it, but I remember some people talk about watching the crash when I was about five. But they have already failed their mission, so Illion took care of them.

     If anyone, I should be scared of Illion. The man must be at least forty years old, so he is still generally young. I barely know what he looks like, since he only calls us in to do missions or if he has a problem with what we are doing. He wears a long black jacket with a squarish hood, its shadow covering most of his face, with dark grey leather trimming. I think he also has black boots, but I cant really tell. I don't really pay attention.

  I looked back at Amber, "You don't suppose that he could be sending us on a partner mission, do you?" It sounds possible, and it was the most logical option. What else would he call us for?

  Amber shrugged, "Maybe, but he also calls some people to judge them, or give them a reward for special stuff. Just like new equipment for the jet thingies!"

  Everyone in the group has their own personalized jet. Illion knows how to build that kind of stuff. When they first come to the group, they get just a simple jet, just enough to get around quickly and silently. But, as they get more kills, kidnaps, or items stolen for Illion, he eventually allows them to personalize their very own jet.

     And let me tell you, my jet looks awesome. It is light blue with white trimmings, the main body low and slightly narrow. The wings are at about a thirty degree angle from the ground with round motors on the ends, and one at the back of the body.

  Underneath the wings, there are guns that can rotate enough that it can shoot in any direction, just in case I get into a chase. There are several different kinds of machinery. The windows on the main body lets you see just about any direction, not to mention it looks epic.

  I have never actually seen Amber's jet, but I'm guessing it will either look epic or retarded. That woman's mentally messed up, seeing more death, blood, and bodies in unnatural positions than anyone else in the group. I wouldn't be surprised if she has caused more death than anyone in the world.

     I wonder how she's still sane.

     In the group, at least.

     We got to the door that leads into Illion's room. Whenever I came to his room, I knock on the door, wait for his permission, and press the button open.

     But evidently Amber doesn't care who she's with. She walked up to the door and kicked, making it slide open. "You could at least be a bit less careless when I'm with you." I muttered into her ear, still a bit afraid of what Illion had in store for them.

     Amber either didn't hear or didn't care - maybe both - as she confidently walked into the dark room. Hesitating, I followed her, "HAY ILLION, WHADYA WANT WITH US?" Amber yelled, her voice echoing around the hexagonal room.

     Illion was by a dark tinted window, where you can only see through when you are close enough. He barely acknowledged Amber's obnoxious entrance, and didn't move from his place, "I need you on a mission. I have sent all you need to know about the guy to your rooms."

     Amber skidded across the floor, and stopped about a yard away from him, "Sure thing! We'll have the guy dead before you know it!" She said confidently. Pfft! Who said he needs to be killed? I'm here, so why does he need me if he needs someone dead? I wondered.

    Illion snapped his head towards the overly confident young girl, "No killing." He said strictly, but his gaze gave nothing about how he's feeling about the person he was talking about. "I need him...alive...If you fail, you know what I'll do..."

     Amber's expression was still bright and confident, "Don't worry, Illion, you know I never fail! With me on a team, will never fail a mission!" She said, sounding full of herself.

     Who said that this was your team? "You fool, all you can do is murder and get away with it! I'm a swiper, Illion, and Amber is a...a...a murderer.. Don't you want to send Destiny? She is a kidnapper."

     "I would, but when was the last time you saw her?" Illion said, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face. It gave me the chills.

     Amber had either didn't notice or ignored it, "Three weeks ago, why?" She answered, confused.

     Illion looked back at the dark window, "She has failed me, so I gave her what she deserves." Just the thought of what Illion could have done gave me goosebumps. "But you two, together as one, are unstoppable. If you prove you are not, you are well aware of the consequences."

     I gulped, and Amber's confident streak was finally broken, her gaze showing worry. "We will not fail you." I said, grabbing Amber's arm and dragged her towards the exit. She stumbled a bit, but I kept walking. We will have to have a good plan..