The world that Max Highfield had been born into was not an easy one. His mother had died in child birth whilst his father was halfway across the world on a secret assignment working for A.I.M., a secret assassin taskforce standing for ASSASINATION, INTELIGENCE, and MILITA. By the time Max's dad, Hillary Highfield, managed to finally meet his son, Max was 2 years old and had been looked after by one of Hillary's most trusted of friends and associates, Raphael splint. But this was 11 years ago and even at the age of 13 years old Max couldn't shake the feeling that he was meant for a bigger purpose and that purpose was soon to come to light, however dark it was destined to be..........!!!

Chapter 1... Bradford high...

Max waited longingly for the end of his busy school day, math's dragging on seemingly all afternoon. Finally the school bell rang, signifying the end of the school day and also the start of the summer holidays. As he walked through the corridors of the school, approaching the open school doors, he became overwhelmed by the same feeling that all the students of BRADFORD HIGH must be feeling. A feeling of freedom from school for a whole 6 weeks. Suddenly, out of no where, he was jumped on by his best friend, Tim Barker.

"Hi mate, you coming to the party tonight round my place" Tim exclaimed excitedly, obviously excited about the holidays.

"Oh, hi Tim, yea I'll be 'round tonight" Max said, waking up from his daydream.

"Cool, I'll see you tonight then mate!!" Tim shouted, before being pulled off into the steady stream of the crowd.

25 minutes later....

As Max walked through the front door of his east London home, he instantly knew something was wrong. Firstly his dad wasn't in the lounge or hallway waiting for him to get in from school, and secondly there was a strange smell about the house ,a bit like his uncle Raphael's cigarette smoke, but more pungent.

Just thinking he was being paranoid; he threw off his bag and ran into the kitchen to see if his dad was in there. Suddenly, Max realized what was wrong. Instead of his dad sitting reading a paper or drinking coffee in the silver furnished kitchen, there was a mysterious, dark-suited man respectably in his

Mid-thirties smoking a thick, pungent cigar and drinking what seemed like tea.

"Good evening Mr. Highfield, my name is Marcus Wren" He said in a snobbish tone.

"What are you doing here, where did you come from" Max said with a mixture of confusion and anger, noticing the back door was open from across the kitchen.

"All will be answered in good time, but for now you have to come with me" Marcus put down his tea cup and stood.

"Where's my dad",

"That's why I'm here" Marcus said, giving nothing away and walking round the circle table towards Max,

"No, I want to know what's happened" Max exclaimed, his anger overlapping his confusion,

"Listen, your dad has been called out on an assignment" Marcus said, finally breaking his cool and starting to show signs of tension, "And you have been chosen to operate your own assignment along side him"

Max stepped back, away from Marcus Wren, "How am I supposed to operate my own assignment when I haven't even had any proper training"

"As I said, all will be answered in good time, now come with me!"

Suddenly Marcus produced a handgun from nowhere and pointed it at Max, but Max had been prepared for this.

9 Years ago Max's dad had signed him up for the local Karate and Kickboxing clubs, and during those 9 years Max had steadily risen to the grade of black belt in both of the martial arts. This knowledge was going to help him now.

"Turn round and walk to the front door" Ordered Marcus sharply, before jabbing the handgun into the small of his back.

"I thought you were the good guy" exclaimed max spitefully.

"I am, and one day you will end up thanking me for this treatment"

Marcus Wren jabbed the gun into max's back again, signaling him to move out of the kitchen and into the hall way. Max chose his moment of attack perfectly, spinning round into a roundhouse kick before driving his fist into Marcus's un-armored chest, sending the handgun spiraling through the air and slightly winding his assailant. The effect was perfect. Marcus hunched over due to the pain in his chest giving Max the opportunity to drive his knee upwards into Marcus's head. A sickening crack sounded as his knee slammed into Marcus's nose, smashing the cartilage within.

Max chose this opportunity to run, but to run out of the front door would have been too predictable. So, remembering to pick up Marcus's handgun, he ran back the way he came, jumping over the motionless body of Marcus Wren, and running back through the kitchen and out of the still-open backdoor. Meanwhile, back in the house, the lighted cigar that Marcus Wren had been smoking had fallen on the hallway carpet, setting the cheap fibers alight and in-casing the unconscious man in flames almost instantly. Marcus Wren screamed in agony as the flames ignited the box of cigars within his pocket. By the time the fire services arrived at the scene, the fire had already spread through the entire house, destroying everything in its path, Marcus Wren included…….

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Chapter 2... ON THE RUN…

Authors note….

The next chapter will be on as soon as I have written it.

For those who don't know, this is one of my very first projects that I am planning to make world wide. It's my aim, don't diss. Anyway I would appreciate some feedback for my story. I will also welcome any ideas for next chapters and so on.

Also as a last note this profile will be shared by myself, (Charlie) and my cousin (Lauren). Our stories differ from one another, and the reason for this is that we wanted to get it up and running as soon as possible thus the time shared profile. If you're confused about this don't hesitate to ask who is writing what. Our stories differ tremendously e.g., myself I am currently writing this spy novel while my cousin seems to loose interest in every story she begins to write.

Charlie: spy and action novels

Lauren: whatever….

Lil role-play------

Lauren: hey……. Don't dis…. I can't help it new ideas just pop up

Charlie: where as I'm not as confused as you and I know what I'm actually writing.

Lauren: yeah… hey wait a minute….

Charlie: and I'm younger than you.

Lauren: age is just a number buddy boy.

Charlie: oi that's my catch phrase

Lauren: yeah and I nicked it…

Charlie: along with everything else.

Lauren: that was one time

Charlie: and you still continue

Lauren: the sweets are so delicious though… they just leave for to pick them out, what do you expect.

Charlie: yeah you pick them for what you want to PAY for them.

Lauren: we know you do it as well… *squinty eyes*

Charlie. NO…NEVER…. ME…. PFFT. *sarcastic grin*

And as you can see our conversations are rather strange. Enjoy! XD