"More coffee, miss." The guy waved his cup at the waitress, giving her a leery smile .

How the hell would anyone find that look attractive, Stacey Johnson wondered, it just screams creepy.

"Of course,sir." She smiled, but not too much. Taking his cup she went back to the coffee machine. You'd think living in the city would give you constant new faces, nope. There's always regulars, they're just more likely to be ignored by the staff. Setting down the fresh cup Stacey went to the kitchen.

"You're turn to deal with customers." She yelled to Mark.

" Why did you take a job working with people when you hate working with them?" Mark said, coming our from the doorway where he'd been smoking.

"Because I'm a great actress and it's a job that pays."

" Yeah, a terrible 're stuck in the awful flat of your. I'm pretty sure even the roaches evacuated."

Stacey shrugged and tied her hair up. The coffee shop she worked at was owned by Mark's father, he owned two so let his son manage this one. Ultimately it was due to his guilt over leaving Mark when he was a child but it got Stacey a job so she stayed out of it.

"My father checked our books and says we can hire another waitress." Mark grinned, walking out the door before I could respond.

Stacey muttered curses as she started preparing the chicken for the sandwiches. I'd be taking the next few days off, Stacey thought remembering the last trainee they'd had.

"Excuse me I was told you'd show me the ropes." A woman said from the doorway. Full umpa lumpa make up, Ugg boots and a tiny black skirt. She could have been very intelligent for all Stacey knew but if you wear cloths for summer and winter you're doing something wrong.

"Mark's next door, he'll look after you." Stacey glared at the woman.

"Alright." The woman propped herself against the counter, twirling her hair around her finger.

Glancing up, Stacey almost smiled. If she didn't know better, she'd of thought this woman was flirting with her. But she did know better, hair twirling or not.

"Almost didn't recognise you Rapunzel." Stacey moved her empty hand nearer a pointed knife, the current one being a "safe" version.

"Meant to be ironic or something." Rapunzel grinned, running a hand through her pixie hair cut. Rapunzel was her code name, in the Fairy Tale crime group. Stacey and her had been in the Princess assassin's group. Stacey's code name had been Sleepying Beauty, quite truthful as she'd loved a lie in and could make almost any death look natural. All of the sections were under the Evil Queen, who found the name amusing.

"I thought I would have the rope and gold." Stacey cocked her head to one size. "I bet you didn't even bring a lock of hair to leave." The hair was her way of taunting the police, there was no DNA traceable by it.

Rapunzel pulled out a twisted lock of blonde hair, completely different to her natural dark hair. Placing the lock on the counter she drew two long knives. Some professional killers didn't use guns all the time, Rapunzel used whatever weapon she wanted but it was usually guns. In an enclosed space with this much stainless steel there'd be bullets bouncing all over the place.

Rapunzel leaped forward. Grabbing the kitchen knife Stacey went for her wrists. The two women danced backward and forward, Stacey tried to block Rapunzel's and work on making the fight fairer. One hand went for her throat as the other went lower leaving Stacey no choice but to block the killing blow. Grabbing at the arm aiming for her abdomen she tried to block the damage the knife would do without injuring her arm. Rapunzel managed to slice down her side, it was long but shallow.

Hissing in pain, Stacey stumbled back. Taking her weight on both hands she kicked both legs forward knocking Rapunzel back before she could get close. It wasn't powerful as it could have been but it got her enough room to grab another knife. Balancing, or trying to, Stacey circled Rapunzel around the centre bench.

"You stopped practicing." Rapunzel sounded hurt. Stacey shook her head. Dropping to a crouch she lowered one hand below the bench and threw the knife. The distance was barely a meter but with unbalanced knives it was still a risk. The knife hit slightly above Rapunzel's knee, for a moment she was distracted by the pain. Stacey used this time to slide across the counter and stab the second knife up into the heart.

As long as the knife stayed in only a little blood would leak out, enough to be noticed though. Rooting through Rapunzel's pockets she found what she was looking for. Selecting Woodland Animals she sent a text reading "Singing in the kitchen". They'd know the address and they'd clean up Rapunzel regardless; any body found that could be linked to the Fairy Tale organisation was bad for business. Though they were harmless the Woodland Animals did carry a range of harmful chemicals, which meant Stacey would have to trust Mark to stay out of the kitchen.

"Where are you off to?" He asked as soon as Stacey came out with her coat and bag.

"Mice droppings were under the cooker." She answered smoothly. "Left a bunch of poison down."

Pulling her hood low she glanced about. Walking quickly, head down she'd reached the end of the street before she spotted the pest control van. The had actually set up a business for extermination, what better cover than what you really were? By the time she reached her flat, going through several alleyways and circles to check for anyone following her, Mark had rung twice. She didn't bother answering knowing that if she rang back the Woodland Animals Clean up Crew could track the call by now. If they had Aladdin with them, the phone would be bugged and secret cameras installed. Aladdin was part of the Princes group which was a male version of the Princess group. They usually worked together but they'd underestimated Stacey and forgotten she used to be the Sleeping Beauty.

Running into her room she grabbed the small suitcase from under the bed. It was partially packed already, all that was needed was cloths. Inside there were two guns that would stay inside the suitcase and two Kimbo Solos that could be concealed on Stacey herself. Then there were two long knives crossed diagonally to fit and eight throwing stars with a crossbow. There were also four sets of ammo, plus two Stacey added into the suitcase and another two strapped to her calves and a lining of arrows for the cross-bow. Stacey knew that if she was relying on the cross-bow she would be in deep trouble or going through a metal detector. The suitcase was a carry on so there was only room for a toiletries bag and two changes of cloths.

"Hey is Jude there?" Stacey rang the local estate agents. She'd actually gotten a contract that stated, in the event of her absence Jude could sell the property.

"This is Jude, speaking?"

"Hey it's Kate. I need you to sell my house. You can use your name or mine." Stacey talked as she locked up her flat and went to her car.

"Oh but er well you're not absent." Jude was confused about the contract and hadn't expected to have to do anything with it.

"Yes I am." Stacey hung up, putting the suitcase in boot, knowing there was spray paint and spare number plates under the fake bottom and the hollow back seats. Along with more weapons, which included a sword, a shot gun and an AT4 rocket launcher. Oh yeah, Stacey was nothing if not prepared. She sent a text to Mark saying she was taking the next couple of days off with flu.

"Get better soon need u back to work asap." Mark text back, he knew Stacey would ignore it anyway.

As Stacey started the ford fiester she considered where to go. She needed to be far away but leaving the country without passport would be difficult, she hadn't seen her real one since she was fourteen and the fake ones she had were all the Fairy Tale's. So where to go... It had crossed her mind to face the Fairy Tale but then she remembered their size so decided against it. She liked doing things like breathing too much. As she hit the motorway, still unsure of where she was going, Stacey began to remember. She thought about how she ended up driving to nowhere and how long she'd be able to keep going.