True: I seriously need to stop thinking of new stories. XD Swimming's over, so hopefully this won't go as slow as the majority of my multi-chapters... :D Sorry about my other Trentney story, I decided it sucked. I'll probably re-do it sometime. :P Then maybe I'll get into it again. But for now, I'm doing this.

I'm excited about this, I really am. It might be confusing at first, but I think you can get it after a bit.

Plus, sorry about the shortness. It's just a prologue.

Summary: There are three important rules of assassination. Rule one: Never get caught. Rule two: Never feel sympathy. Rule three: Never, absolutely never, fall in love. Courtney Summers, a well known and trusted assassin, finds herself breaking each and every one of these rules. -Trent/Courtney

January 15th, 2011; 2:11 a.m.

A strong breeze drifted through the narrow alleyways of New York City, carrying the strong smell of smoke through the air. Leaves scattered across the deserted streets. There was no moon to lighten up the dark sky, and the stars were not visible in such a busy city. It was strange not to see New York bustling with traffic or the smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. The person was clad in black attire, which made it nearly impossible to spot him or her in the black of the night.

The man took a quick check around before pulling his gun from its former placement. Holding it close to his chest, he darted across the street.

After just a second, a door opened slightly, showing a young woman who was shaking. Her eyes were blood shot and were rimmed with dark black bags under them. Baggy clothes covered pale skin and a fragile and weak body.

The man hesitated, stopping right behind the door, the woman could not still see him, and he looked as if he wanted to keep it that way.

Finally over coming his doubt, he snuck in front of the door. Before the woman even had time to react, he was inside, slamming the door shut, yet somehow not making a sound.

"Oh please, please tell me you have it!" The woman closed her eyes, clasping her hands together and praying. "Y-You know I need it..."

Her eyes brightened immediately after he held up the small bag. He lifted up a small bag filled with white powder.

"Thank you..." Her lip quivered and she threw herself at the bag. "Thank you..."

Without stopping to think, he brought up the gun up to meet her gaze. She couldn't even react before their was a bullet through her chest.

Before she could even fall to the ground, he was out the door, leaving the dead body and the smell of death wavering across the home.

After just seconds of leaving the house, the man took off his black wool knit cap. The former hat was replaced with a curtain of brown hair falling over the figure's shoulders. Eyes as dark as the night sky about them were the most breath taking part of the beautiful... woman. As she darted from wall to wall it became obvious that she was a female. The dark clothes hugged her body, showing off her deep curves.

The girl smirked. "Summers strikes again..." she let out a loud laugh, which echoed, breaking the silence.

And with that, the unknown girl disappeared into the night.