The school uniform we'd acquired itches, the wig on my head no better.

I quickly adjusted the shoulder length black wig, feeling the strands brush my collarbones and the fringe brush slightly into my eyes.

I scowl, black hair did not suit me one bit.

Though on Artemis it brought out the freckles on her face, we almost looked like twins. Except the black wig actually suited her.

She adjusted her tie, huffing at the useless material before just letting it sit lopsided at her neck.

I grabbed the uniform sweater and swung it over my shoulders, tying it in a knot in front of me. It hid the horrendous necktie nicely.

I adjusted the wig once more before slipping into the shoes, raising an eyebrow as I saw Artemis glance longingly towards her docs.

"Blend in" I reminded and she quickly got into the lace up school shoes, grimacing as she did them up.

"I look like a brat" she mutters

"You are a brat"

"Piss off, Paisley"

I raised a mocking brow, smirking at her.

"I hate you" she scowls and leaves, and I follow behind her.

The rest are already ready, sitting in the car waiting for us.

• • •

The school shoes slap against the linoleum, as we join the herd of students, keeping our heads down and postures straight.

Confident. We belong here.

I nod my head subtlety at the others before separating, watching as Windsor with her new strawberry blonde hair in a plait down her back, the wig hiding her fiery red tresses from sight walks away, Ryland by her side.

The boys hair was harder to hide, Reid opting to temporarily dye his blonde hair red and Ryland staying the same.

I quickly check the comm in my ear, pushing it further in and pulling the black strands in front of my ear to make sure it's hidden.

I waltz around the museum, the place feeling strangely familiar yet I know I've never been here before.

I browse the paintings my eyes settling on three particular ones on the wall directly in front of me, I step forward mesmerised titling my head curiously as I make eye contact with the eyes of the paintings, the residents in differing states of emotion inside their framed homes.

Shocked.

Scared.

Sensual.

Buzzing in my ear breaks my concentration, Reids' voice interrupting the silence.

"Target acquired. Front door."

My hazel eyes swing to the front door, catching the man who walks through, his face familiar since it's the same one I've been staring at for the last few days.

I quickly step away from the painting and walk to another area, securing myself behind a marble statue. Easy to see but not be seen.

I glance at the plaque.

Venus De Milo.

I glance up into the statues soulless eyes, before staring behind her as the target wanders the room, no doubt waiting for the summit to begin.

I inch closer, my eyes wandering the room for the supply closet Windsor had found, a hatch in the floor leading below the museum, from there I'd meet both her and Ryland.

Mr. Michael Arden walks towards the statue I'm behind, and I look around seeing Artemis hiding behind a marble pillar. She's nods her head.

"In three" her voice erupts in my ears, mischievous.

I straighten my spine.

"Two"

I step away from Venus De Milo, wandering closer to Mr. Arden as I look around the room, to anyone it would look like awe but the awareness in my eyes is focused on the civilians around us, analysing the faces and emotions that stain their features.

Boredom.

Excitement.

Content.

Anger.

Bloodlust.

Focus.

I focus my attention on the last three as I get within touching distance of Mr. Arden.

"One"

The lights cut. The museum descending into darkness.

Chaos erupts and my hands enclose around the upper arm of Mr. Arden, pulling him into me and towards the supply closet door.

Screams and yells echo around the room, people talking incessantly as I open the door quickly and shine Mr. Arden inside.

I shit the door behind me, quickly walking three steps before crouching and feeling for the latch, ripping the floor door open.

"Who are you?" Me. Arden demands, his hands falling on the handle of the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" I say and pull him away from the door and towards the latch "If you want to survive, I suggest you come with me"

"I don't know you are-"

"You're life is in danger" I push him the res god the way, quickly following and shutting the latch behind me.

"Who are you?"

I ignore him "there is a hit out on your head, we are here to protect you and get you to safety"

"We?"

"Welcome, Mr. Arden. I hope the descent wasn't too worrisome" Ryland smiles charmingly, "come, we have to hurry"

I roll my eyes at the charms the boy can put into anyone, making them feel safe.

I quickly look behind us, making sure we aren't being trailed before following Windsor and Ryland as they lead the way out, and up a set of stairs.

Ryland lifts his hand up and I come to stand beside him, both of us ducking our heads out into the empty hallway.

Everyone no doubt going to see what the problem was in the other room.

"Let's go" I wave us out, Mr. Arden between us as we hurry to the exit.

The morning sun burns as I hurry down the steps behind them, catching the car racing around the corner, Artemis in the seat and Reid in the passenger as he waves us to hurry.

I quickly open the door and get in the far back seat, locking the back seats back into place as the others renter, my gaze locked on the museum doors. But they stay shut.

• • •

The car comes to a stop on Williams street and Reid quickly presses the button to open the garage door before we drive in, the door shutting behind us.

We all file out, quickly walking into the house.

Mr. Arden turns to us, but I can see the suspicion in his eyes.

"We aren't here to hurt you, Mr. Arden"

"How did you know about the hit?" He steps back, crossing his arms.

Reid steps forward , "We heard word about it, from what I gathered, you're former business partner, Janette Louisa has put the girl out on you"

"Why?"

"That we don't know, that's for you to figure out with the appropriate people"

Mr. Arden nods before his eyes widen.

"What happens if they don't get to me"

Reid shrugs, "they'll most likely go for the closest person to you. Your file said you don't have any family, so we don't have to worry about that"

"I do" Michael gasps. "I have a son"

"A son?" I question, keeping the file said nothing about a son. "Your file said nothing about it"

"It's complicated between his mother and I"

"What's his name and where might he be right now?" I quickly question, knowing we had to get him to safety as well.

"He'd be at school" he shakes his head, the worry overtaking his features "His name is Daniel Jameson and goes to Mt. Pavilion high"

Reid drops what he was holding "What?"

"He goes by Danny"