Mina was still in the room when Anna came back out, flipping through the same magazine she had been just ten minutes before. Sitting on her bed, on her side of the room.

Anna slammed the bathroom door shut and made her way over to Mina in three long strides. She grabbed the magazine from her hands, tossed it aside. "I don't like people on my bed," Anna stated coldly, looking down at the girl.

Mina frowned. "But I'm not doing anything. I was just looking through th-"

"Doesn't matter. You stay on your side of the room and I stay on mine."

"Okay, okay! Jeez, cut me some slack." Mina rose from the bed with her hands raised in surrender. She eyed Anna warily, as if thinking the girl will pounce on her any second if she doesn't get herself back over to her side of the room. "How was I supposed to know you're picky about your space?"

"There's no way you could know," Anna stated simply. She picked up the magazine and threw it at Mina, who failed to catch it. "That's why I'm telling you."

"Could have been a little nicer with it," Mina grumbled, but Anna ignored her. She stood there, only dressed in her black bra and underwear, scanning the room to make sure Mina hadn't touched anything she shouldn't have. She wasn't an I-need-my-space fanatic as she made Mina believe. She just didn't want the girl snooping around on her side, where she might buck up on something she shouldn't be seeing. She didn't want to have to take care of her new roommate. So far, the girl seemed nice. It would be a pity to kill her just because she was in the wrong place.

Mina was dressed in a pair of black leggings and a cropped white shirt with a black moustache on the front. Her feet were bare, but the black and white sneakers sitting by her bed indicating what she planned to wear on her feet.

Anna grabbed her deodorant. "Why aren't you at the cafeteria yet?" she asked nonchalantly.

"I was waiting for you," Mina replied without glancing up from the magazine. "I thought we could go together."

"I might be a while up here. You should go ahead without me."

This time Mina did look up. "Now where's the fun in that?"

Anna set the deodorant back on her dresser and began digging into one of the drawers. "You'd rather walk together and risk being late?"

When Mina set the book down and frowned at her, Anna knew she was now walking on thin ice. "How long do you take to get ready?"

"Not long," Anna admitted. She pulled out a black sweater and a pair of jeans, easily keeping her voice steady so as not to arouse any more suspicion in the girl. "But, I plan to call my sister to tell her how my first day at school went."

"Oh." Mina kept watching her, but after a quick glance, Anna saw that she accepted the lie. "Well, okay, tell your sister I said hi."

"Will do." She waved her hand, busying herself by pushing her legs into the tight jeans. She kept her back to the door, but her ears remained perked, listening for the resounding click that indicated Mina's departure. After a few rustling as her roommate tug her shoes on, Anna heard the door open and close. Still, knowing full well she shouldn't let her guard down until she saw with her own two eyes Mina was gone, she looked over her shoulder and saw that the room was empty.

Anna tugged the rest of the jeans up and buttoned it. She didn't move fast, but she moved sure. She preferred taking her time, knowing there was quality in her actions and she did that now, pulling her long hair up into a high ponytail: her mission hairstyle. And as she did for ever mission, she picked up the hairpin from her jewelry box and stuck into her hair.

To a normal person, that looked like an average jewelry box, hairpins, necklaces, and rings inside, purely for the purpose of decoration. To Anna, every jewelry or accessory in the box doubled as a weapon, its mundane appearance making it possible to carry it around without standing out. The hairpin she stuck in her hair served as her backup for her backups, the ends of the pin so sharp and long enough to puncture the jugular of any of her targets. She's had use it a few times, one time in particular when her target proved too hard to take down, and remembered the warm spray of blood that splattered all over her when she ripped his throat out. This hairpin could do as much damage as any other weapon.

Next she moved on to her backup weapons: her knives and rod. Anna pulled her weapon suitcase out and took out what looked like a belt. She curved it through the belt loops of the jeans, clicking it into place. It was actually just a simple metal rod, but Anna was all too aware of the damage a metal rod could do. With just one click of a button the belt straighten out, serving up such damage, if her targets ever got away alive, it would be with severe brain damage. Too bad she never had the opportunity to test that theory.

The last things she grabbed were her twin knives. They were her babies. She bought them herself using her own hard earned money from a weapons dealer in the city. She had the leather handle made specifically for her grip, the blade length inscribed with her date of birth so that it was personal, but harder to trace back to her. They were identical, to be wielded at the same time with both hands and she tuck them both into the hidden knife holder in her boots, hiding it away from the any prying eyes.

That was all she left the room with. Her weapons and her burner, reading the details sent to her from HQ. She didn't carry her guns, her go to weapons as, well, it will be hard escaping the school compounds with a gun in her hand. And there was definitely nowhere she could hide a gun, not even her favourite glocks, on her person. She will have to deal with what she has now.

Her burner rang. She answered it on the second ring. "What?"

"Where are you?" Roger's voice demanded in her ear. "The car is ready and waiting."

"Slow your roll, Dumbass. I'm still undercover. I can't just get up and walk out of this place." She sent a glance behind, making sure that the coast was clear and there was no one eavesdropping on her conversation.

"Yeah, well the longer you take, the closer those guys are to getting away. You need to hurry, Anna."

"You think I don't know that? If you'd stop blowing this phone up, I can get on with my job. Now where is the car parked?"

"Across the street, near the gate."

"Good." She hung up before he could get another word in.

She turned the corner and spotted two girls ahead of her talking. She maintained her distance from them. They were probably on their way to do their chores too. Anna wondered just how many persons was assigned each chore. The less persons, the easier it'll be to get away.

It took her ten minutes, tops, to make her way outside to the front of the school. A desk was standing outside, a book with a pen holding it open on top.

"You sign it," came a voice behind her.

Anna looked up to see Dan Slater coming up beside her. He grinned at her and gently pushed her aside, picking up the pen and filling in the required information. He rose and held the pen out to her. "Just a small tip for the new girl."

"Thanks," she said, taking the pen from him. "But I think I could have figured that out on my own." She bent at the book and filled in her name and her arrival time.

"Figured as much, but you can't be too sure sometimes." Dan tucked his hands into his front pockets, heading down the steps alongside her.

"Which is your way of saying you having a feeling I have a bit of common sense but you won't place all your money on it."

"Is that what you got from that?"

"Are you saying something different?"

"No," he laughed. "You're about right."

Anna feigned a laugh with him. She caught the rake he threw at her.

"First time doing yard work?" he asked her, coming up beside her with a shovel.

Anna took a moment before she answered. She was too busy counting the amount of people who was working with them, and if Dan was included, it was six in all. That was good; that was easy. She could make it past six people. Especially since they all partnered up and was spread out on the incredibly big yard. Blinking, she looked back at Dan to see him looking at her, waiting for an answer.

She shrugged. "Technically, no." That is, unless he considered helping cleanup get rid of bodies yard work.

"Oh, you're one of those girls?"

Anna kept one eye on Dan, the other on the people around her. She hadn't counted on the blond haired boy on making conversation with her, which'll make it that more difficult to slip away. He'll definitely miss her when she's gone. "One of those girls?"

"Those girls," he said again with emphasis, positioning the shovel while she raked dried leaves up into it. "The girls who never did one drop of housework in their entire lives. The girls who always had someone cleaning up for them."

"I look like one of those girls?" she inquired.

Dan shrugged. "I don't know, hard to tell."

To be honest, she was one of those girls. She's never done a lick housework before. She had a helper that came in twice a week back at the apartment. And when she lived at HQ she didn't know who exactly did all the cleaning but the agents' quarters was always in tip top shape. But she didn't say as much to Dan. "Doesn't all the girls here look like that then? Seeing as they're rich and all."

"You would think so, wouldn't you? But since my time here, I've learnt how to not to judge a book by its cover. Take you for example."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, yeah." He grinned. "When I first saw you – you know when I kicked that ball in your head?"

"I recall."

"Yeah, you seemed so off putting. Like, 'Talk to me and I'll cut your balls off'."

For the second time since she's been here, Anna let out a genuine laugh. "What?" she gasped, looking at Dan.

He laughed too. "Seriously! I was like 'Whoa!' But then you actually talked and it wasn't that bad."

"Glad I could change your mind," she muttered sarcastically. Dan laughed again and scooped up the shovel, keeping a good hold on the handle so as not to let the leaves spill back over and mess up all their hard work. When he turned away towards the bin nearby, inspiration struck.

Anna put her booted foot over the bottom of the rake and stepped down hard. The plastic snapped under the pressure, breaking off the only useful part of the yard equipment. "Oh no!" she exclaimed.

Dan, in the process of dumping the leaves in, turned back to her. "What? What is it?"

She held up the broken rake with a little pout. "I think I pressed down too hard on it and it broke."

"Oh, well that's okay," he said, coming back to her. "There should be more in the equipment shack. I'll got get –"

"No, no. That's fine. You wait here. I'll go get a new one."

Before he could protest, she whirled on the balls of her feet and stalked away. She didn't give him any time to give her the directions to the equipment shack, instead choosing to head in the direction where she saw the least students, quickly slipping away from the light from in front and into the shadows. Looking back, she saw Dan with the shovel in his hand, looking around as he waited patiently. Too bad she wasn't coming back for now.

The yard was wide and expansive and it took her an even longer time getting to the high fences, given the fact that she had to take the long way around so as not to be spotted by anyone. She did end up finding the equipment shack though.

Once at the fence, Anna stood at the base, gauging the height. It looked about eight feet tall, almost three feet over her five foot seven height. It was tall, but not impossible to scale. Anna stepped back, putting about ten good feet between her and the wall. Then she ran.

Her feet collided on the wall, and for two sweet seconds she was running vertically. Before gravity decided to take back control, she had made it to the top and she grabbed the top of the gate, swinging one leg over before she fell. Halfway there, she swung the next leg over then gave herself virtually no time to think before she jumped down from the wall. She bent her legs to minimize the shocking impact.

She was out.

As luck would have it, the car that waited for her was right across from her, a hooded man leaning against the trunk. That saved the time she would have lost looking for it.

She made her way over. "Keys," she said curtly.

The man snorted and jumped up, blinking around him. "H-huh? What?"

Anna stared him down. After a moment, she asked, "You new?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Don't call me ma'am. I'm not some fifty year old. Be more alert next time, rookie. Now," she held out her hand, "Keys."

The man took a moment to realize what she was asking for and jumped when he did, pushing a fumbling hand into his pocket and gave her the keys. She took it. "Thanks," she muttered.

"No problem, ma'am."

"Don't call me that." She slid into the car, shut the door on his apology. She hated when the rookies called her that. Just because she's been at the agency the longest, a whopping five years, she was seen as a wise, indestructible killing machine. Five years at the agency, especially as an assassin, was more than rare. The only runner up was scraping two and that was Sera. The two longest serving people at the NPA and they were both girls and both assassins. Go figure.

She inserted the key and sped off down the road.