A bag over my head for maximum disorientation.

Rope tied tightly enough to cut off circulation to both my hands and legs.

I can hear muffled voices, but then I hear someone say, "Take the bag off her head." Before feeling someone pulling me backwards to a chair and sitting me down. I can hear the gravel crunching before the blinding light overpowers my vision.

It's just as they grab the bag, I snap my teeth.

After they finally go to take the rope off my wrists, I hear one from behind me gasp.

"She's undone them already."

I take that distraction to snap the ropes around my feet and mouth.

I grab the dagger hidden in my boot.

They rush toward me.

I flip the dagger in my hand before throwing it at the first man rushing me.

Then use my body's naturally fit shape as I kick my foot into each assassin, reaching my kicking range.

The last assassin (looks to be the head assassin) creeps toward me from the back with the stealth of a leopard.

I turn just in time to flick the dagger I still had in my hand towards the assassin.

It hits its mark.

Blood rushes out of my mouth. Right before I leave, I spit: "One star."

An amateur assassin, confused, states, "What?"

"This was a one-star kidnapping."

He straightens.

Then a dagger of his own is flying towards my head.

I dodge it swiftly

I guess they do know what they’re doing. At least a bit.

“Two stars. I stand corrected. Maybe next time don’t make the fishing wire so obvious.”

I, Adeline Rena, have been an assassin for my 19 years of living. My single father was known to be the best assassin of all Utah and taught me since I could walk.

I sorta… adapted.

Little did he know, I was out to get him since the day he killed my mother.