Disclaimer: I do not own Dan & Phil.

I looked over the crest of the roof, eyeing my target warily. This was always the most dangerous part of my missions, getting into the house. Usually there was a skylight of some sort that I could cut open or a window that would be left open to air a room out. But not this house.

I don't know why but for some reason I'd been getting the most difficult targets lately. Probably because I was being tested. I wasn't sure what to make of that, whether it was good or bad. I'd seen some pretty nasty missions gone wrong and the person in charge of the hit would be sentenced to death. Usually by torture. And usually carried out by myself.

Which was why I'd been so anxious to actually get a hit. Hits didn't involve torture. It was either killing or kidnapping. The motto that ruled my life. KTK. kidnap, Torture, Kill. Those were the only three things we were allowed to know.

Rule number one: Never break the motto.

Rule number two: Get caught and be on the receiving end of said motto.

As far as I knew only two of us had ever gotten caught. And all things considered that was pretty amazing that only two of us had ever been detected by officials. There was over six hundred of us if I remembered correctly.

The couple entered the house and I watched as they closed the door silently hoping that they'd leave the door unlocked.

Rule number three: There's no such thing as religion.

They locked it. I didn't even have to move from my spot to hear everything that was going on inside the house. They watched some random Swedish show that I couldn't understand too much of and then they went to bed. I waited silently as I listened for the snoring to start.

I had been staking out this house for the past three nights and every night the man would start to snore at about ten. The woman would wake up at eleven to it. It had to be before ten thirty or I was screwed. I hated every second I had to wait.

Eventually I heard a subtle snoring and I jumped, only to nimbly land on the balls of my feet, the only noise being a tiny thud. I was lightweight so I didn't make very much noise no matter what I did. I sought out the back door, a nice French door setup on a patio and looked around my surroundings while pulling out a pin. I would have to pick yet another lock.

It didn't take long at all, only a few seconds and I was in. The darkness of the house was a comfort, almost as if they were saying welcome to our home. The darkness was always a comfort as it provided more shadows for me to dwell in and to be unseen in.

I made my way to their bedroom, following the sounds of their breathing and crept through the open door to the side of their bed. It would be too easy to kill them now, to kill them and escape without anyone ever knowing. I'd be in another country before sunup. It would be too easy.

Except the other body that was in here was trying to beat me to it. We stared at each other and I pointed to her while he pointed at him. We surrounded the bed and nodded at each other once before slicing their throats open in identical slashes. They didn't make a noise.

I turned and walked out the door to the corridor, knowing that the other was quickly following me, a bit like a puppy would. By the back door I turned and twisted my hand over my chest and he made a claw-like symbol in front of his mouth. I walked away, jumping into a nearby tree and disappearing into the night.

Seven summers later I was put undercover in America to get away from the authorities. Someone had been causing too much attention and I treated them like they were caught before being told that I needed to go to the States to hide for a bit while things cooled down.

The Commander had requested he talked to me directly, which never happened. He had one messenger that he talked to and that was it. I had walked into his room and stood in the far corner, facing the back of an armchair. He never faced me, but his voice was low and rough like he either didn't use it enough or used it too much.

I'd put my money on not enough but that was another rule.

Rule number four: Never ever gamble. Debts are worse than Hell itself.

He told me that since I was his favorite because I was so versatile with my jobs and would be the most likely to never be caught that he was protecting me specifically. I nodded and listened to my directions. He was very thorough.

I moved to the States and took over the role I was meant to play. I was given to a couple that was hypnotized into believing that I was their daughter. Everyone they were related to was similarly hypnotized. I was doing fine, even with the abuse, until he came along.