It was 3:00 a.m. sharp on Monday, August 26, 2015. A girl on 2048 Primbledon Dr., Sunnyvale, CA was waking up from a phone call that was on vibrate, set so that it would not wake her parents or younger sister up. This was no average phone however. It was a high-tech phone with detachable parts and many other useful popouts, one being a Swiss army knife.

The girl looked at the caller I.D. Juhager's Assassin Organization. The girl gingerly answered the call and held it up to her ear.

A previously recorded message blared out of the phone.

"Agent Scorzer, starting on September 1st, 2015 at 8:00 a.m. Pacific Time, you will have a new assignment. This new assignment is registered under the name Grant Blackwell. He is 17-years old, light-skinned and about 6 ft. 4 in. with eyes that can best be described as cerulean, but public records have him with an eye-color as blue. He also has brown hair, but Scorzer, you can't depend on the color of his hair to find him. We have arranged for the both of you to go to the same school together, Notre Dame Academy, a Christian school about 1.3 miles away from your house. He lives at 2024 Primbledon Dr., Sunnyvale, CA, and according to the maps that means that he lives across from your house.

"Agent, this assignment will be a bit different than your usual track and eliminate. For this assignment, you will track, yes, but you will not eliminate yet. The boy that we have sent you out to get is the son of the owner of a multi-billion dollar corporation under the name Blackwell Industries that makes routers for storing Internet data, but that is not what makes his father a multi-billionaire. 

"His father is affiliated with a mafia group based in the heart of Italy, but a branch of that familia is located not too far from where you live, in San Francisco. We are not sure of the nature of his dealings with the mafia, and that is where the son comes in. The son is naturally going to be the next in line to inherit the business from his father, and we have concluded that his father must inform him of some of the dealings of his trade. The documents and all connections between the business and the mafia are under tight security, and even our best spies could only discern about as much as I've told you. 

"We plan to use the son as material for blackmail in the long run. You must have captured the boy by the end of roughly two months, more specifically October 31st, or Halloween in more colloquial terms. In your specialized email, you will find a rough schedule of the Blackwell household, and other additional information. If you have any questions, call your current mentor. This message will terminate in 24 hours, and there will be no playbacks once heard. Have a nice day Agent Scorzer."

After hearing the message, the girl stood to her full height of 5 ft. and ⅝ in. She pulled back her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail and put her glasses on. She padded out towards the window facing the house across the street.

Her dark brown eyes gazed out the window as she murmured to herself, "Well Grant Blackwell, it's time you met Lyla Scorzer."

On the other side of the street at 2024 Primbledon Dr. is a man with dark brown hair streaked with white standing on a miniature balcony inside his house, whispering to himself, "First thing in the morning I must greet my new neighbors. After all, that's what a good neighbor would do, am I right?"