"I don't need it."

"Of course you don't but the mission does!"

"I don't care. This is my mission and not yours."

A silhouette was seen walking away from that dark and cramped room in the hotel. A lady in her early twenties sighed heavily and disappeared into the night.

Eleanor "Grey" Smith. The last of the Smith bloodline. Five-seven ft tall. She had long black hair and dark colored eyes, the typical features you see everyday right? But, this was different. Whenever she loses control of her temper, her eyes show a different color of some sort. Maybe a color close to red. Not a demon's eye according to myths and legends of course. This was common in their family.

Her relatives were that of a mafia themed family. Each and every single person knows either using weapons or hand in hand combact. As a tradition every year, they had a competition and ranking for the mafia business. The Smith's were the Royals as they always won followed by the Harrington's and thirdly the Garcia's.

After the recent competition, the Smiths were gathered together in the living room. But, this is a recollection for another chapter.

...

'Ding dong'

"So early in the morning...whatever. Coming!"

"Good morning Lady Smith!", said a tall man in a black suit and groomed hair. He was Josh Smith, cousin of Eleanor and the other survivor of the Smith Massacre.

"Mornin' Josh. Why so early, come in." said a 'just woke up' Eleanor. "Well, we need to discuss about the design." "Oh...right I forgot. Gimme a minute or two."

The design was that of the dagger she wanted to create and personalize. Eleanor's speciality was using the dagger while Josh's was guns. He's now appointed as a military general.

"Done."

"Just in time, look at the desings I drew. Once you pick one choose the materials that we're gonna use." "Hmm...choosing will be a hard decision."

The desings were drawn spot on but only one caught her eye. It had intricate carvings of two dragons on the handle and a full body one on the blade. It had a few spaces for the carved abstract designs and a few vines and flowers. Just small but delicate details.

"I'll choose this."

"Good choice sis. This is a real personalized design I drew based on some aspects of your personality."

"Great work then."

"Now to the materials.", said Josh while listing all the best possible materials to be used.

"Stop writing, I already know what I want. Here.", Eleanor gave a peice of paper in which her desired materials are listed.

"Carbon steel? Good choice but if you don't know it's prone to rusting."

"I know that's why we'll be experimenting using different steels and see if we'll be able to add it in the mixture to prevent brittling and rusting."

"Alright. I'll buy the other materials and you start fixing the garage."

"Hmm..."

It's been two days since the making of Eleanor's personalized dagger and it us now done and ready to be used. The carvings were polished and the blade was sharpened.

"I made the correct design."

"I agree. The past days just for making the carvings. I owe you one bro.", said an excited Eleanor.

"Well, go prepare. Tonight's your mission right? And ISTP wants you to use their newest model of the motorcycle. The Mz02 design."

"I don't care. I have my own design and I'm sure they want to use Mz02 to tie me down and monitor my actions tonight."

"It depends on you, really. I'll be im our headquarters. Take care.", exclaimed by Josh as he walks out of her Garage.

It was tonight that Eleanor will start her mission. At work and the Billboard, she was known by the world as Eleanor Grey. Her name 'Grey' came from the family tradition in which each sibling will be judged according to how they were in the first decade of their lives. This was conducted once they all reached the age of eleven and up. Eleanor's older sister was 'White' because she was the kindest among them and her older brother was 'Black' due to his mischeivousness and Eleanor is a mix of both.

"Calling from ISTP HQ. Do you copy?"

Gracy Miller. Owner of the Institute of Specially Trained People aka ISTP. She's a woman in her forties who found the two children downtown covered in blood, sweat and tears.

"This is Grey, I copy."

"Good. You know your mission tonight. Get the phone from Mr. Trev in 5 minutes and download the files on your way back. Finish this and your contract, along with Josh's will be terminated"

"Yeah. Keep your word."

"I always do."

'Vroom vroom~~~'

[JS Nightclub, 8:25 pm]

Mr. Trev was the target for tonight. He is a shareholder of the wealthiest club in the country as of that date. JS Nightclub. The phone Gracy mentioned earlier has the needed files related to the Smith Massacre. Like earlier, that tale is for another chapter.

"Pretty lady, why are you alone in the club ey? Youngsters are not allowed here in this place."

Oh right, the JS Nightclub is not any ordinary bar. It's one that almost everything's is allowed. Be it illegal trading, s*x in the open, or even murder. Filthy place.

"Oh, I forgot. Sir i'm the new lady sent for you.", seductively said by Eleanor.

"I see. Come here then.", followed by a light chuckle from Mr. Trev.

While walking near, she unsheated her dagger and went straight toward him stabbing his throat. At this rate everyone was alarmed. Eleanor took the phone from his suit jacket and started to get a run for it.

Once she got outside, there where five bodygaurds waiting and saw that she had Mr. Trev's phone. One by one they attacked her to the point that her five minutes got used up. Running to her own motorcycle she recieved a call from HQ.

"Five minutes and forty-seven seconds. Time's up and your contracts will not be terminated.", Gracy firmly said over the phone.

"Hey, it's still five minutes. It should be counted!", an irritated Eleanor replied and as we know, her eyes sparked into a close to red color in a few seconds and returned to normal.

"Sorry dear Grey, but a deal's a deal."

'Toot'

"Damn it!"

[Eleanor's home, 2:17 am]

She can't sleep as her words rang in her head ever since she got home.

'A deal's a deal'

Tossing and turning didn't help in falling asleep so she decided to hack the HQ's system untraced.

ISTP has a mission. That mission was to gather outstanding individuals and train them to solve mysteries, crimes and gather more. These individuals are classified into four sections. The mentors, assasins, detectives and all-rounders. The mentors are who trains them and the assasins are who does missions. Detectives explores and solve crime-related matter and all-rounders do all these. Eleanor is in the fourth section, the all-rounders.

Having her code authenticated, she browsed through every corner of the system to look for their contract only to find that they are not in the system and it was actually hand-written by Gracy and only a report was created.

"What a capricious move old woman. I'll get that contract no matter what.", Eleanor said while clenching her fists.