A/N: Sorry it's taken me forever, but I am having such a busy year. Exams. Homework. Revising. Doesn't that sound fun? Then lately, I've had lots of social requests...people asking me to do stuff with them, soooo I've been busy!! Sorry!!!! But I'm here now!!!! Hope you haven't forgotten about me ;)

POV: Juliet Foster, 16 years old.

Song I Played Writing This (Just in case it matters :D): Beautiful Monster – Ne Yo (This actually does a good job of describing Juliet :D)

Chapter One – The Briefing

"You're late." snapped a voice from the other side of the large black swivel chair. I flicked my hair behind my ear and checked my watch, frowning. I licked my lips and then smiled at the back of the chair in front of me.

"And your watch is running fast." I returned, as the person in the chair span around to face me. I gave Shane a sickly sweet smile as he glared back at me. He knew I was right, and he didn't want to admit it. He never did. He was just as proud as his father had been, but Shane had less right to be proud. He never did anything. Ever. I was out on the missions, risking my neck. Shane sat at home in the office, doing...well, I don't know what he does. He doesn't seem to do anything but he is constantly assuring me that his work is vital. His father told me never to question Shane, so I don't. I'd never disobey my master. No matter what. Not even if the ultimatum is death. I'm loyal. That was one of the things that Mister Foster had always liked most about me, I supposed. I looked up at Shane, waiting for him to say something to me. He just stared solidly back.

"It is time to do what must be done." said Shane, his face grave. I looked back at him, wondering exactly what he meant. I hate when he goes all mysterious on me, and that is why he does it. He loves to annoy me. It's his favourite thing in the world to do. I think that he spends his entire life thinking of ways to irritate me, to get underneath my skin. I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. With no response from me, Shane carried on talking.

"You will go in and destroy the enemy from the inside." he continued, a small complacent smile crossing his lips. He emphasised the word destroy with relish. Then he licked his lips, as though tasting the blood on them. I glared at him. Would he stop fooling around for once in his life and get down to the basics? He liked being theatrical. I was certain that he had watched too many James Bond movies as a young boy. I would never be like this. I liked things that were short, concise and to the point. Shane was just...the complete opposite.

"And how do I do this?" I growled, my hazel eyes flashing in anger. If he was deliberately trying to rile me, then it was working. Shane blinked repeatedly, and pushed his dark brown hair out of his eyes. Suddenly he wasn't my associate, my informant, any more; he was just Shane, my goofy and maddening older adoptive brother. He looked hesitant. Nervous. I frowned; something was wrong. I repeated the question, louder, but he still didn't respond.

"SHANE!" I shouted exasperatedly, my hands on my hips. He was incredibly trying at times. He muttered something incomprehensible in reply. I glowered at him. This was beyond a joke now. It wasn't funny. This was real. This was my mission. And he was just goofing about! I shouted his name again, and he glared furiously at me.

"I DON'T KNOW, OKAY? I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT! HE NEVER TOLD ME! YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO FIGURE SOMETHING OUT YOURSELF!" shouted Shane, his voice louder than I'd ever heard him before. He swallowed, and I saw a flicker of something in his eye, but I didn't know what it was. A second passed before he added, in a quieter desperate voice "He never told me!" I stood still, taking this in. I had no proper mission. No details. No strategy. And no escape plan if anything went wrong. I didn't even have any guidance. I had nothing. I was all on my own on this mission, and I had everything to lose. I swallowed. Well this is a blow...

"So...I have nothing?" I asked, making sure that that was exactly what Shane meant. His shoulders sagged, and he nodded wordlessly at me, returning to his previous unconcerned state. I shook my head. What was he like?

"Well, that's flipping brilliant!" I snorted, pacing up and down the room, the heels of my black boots clicking as I walked. Every now and then, I turned my head towards a silent and pensive Shane. He wasn't speaking for fear of angering me any further. I didn't blame him. I'm a force to be reckoned with when I'm in a bad mood, and anyone who gets on the wrong side of me during that time is due an untimely and horrible death. I picked up my bag from the floor and headed towards the door. Shane looked up at me, ambiguity etched within his chocolate-coloured eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he did likewise.

"Would you not like to hear the names of your targets, Miss Murder?" he asked, a sneer to his voice "Or would you like to figure those out on your own too?" If he wasn't useful to me at this moment in time, he would be lying dead on the floor right now surrounded in a pool of his own crimson blood. He can be an arrogant toerag when he wants to be, Shane can.

"Save me the time and effort then, Monkey Boy." I snarled, tossing my hair over my shoulders and walking back over to face him. He glared at me, and rotated once in his chair. I smirked. Now it was my turn to annoy him!

"Show me some respect, and maybe I will, Miss Murder." he retorted coolly, his eyes boring directly into mine. I held his gaze for a long time, before finally dropping my own to the floor. I didn't see how I'd be able to infiltrate the enemy from the inside, to act civilised and be nice to them, if I couldn't even get along with my own adoptive brother. My own side of the operation. One of the closest things I had to a family. Something, somewhere within me, softened and I looked at Shane and nodded. He was right; he did deserve some of my respect, if only the barest minimal amount.

"Good girl." he smirked, and I went straight back to hating his guts, before continuing "James Martin. Aged sixteen. Home tutored. He likes to think of himself as something of a genius. Likes chess. Intellectual stuff." Shane pointed to a large computer screen, which had upon it a photograph of a boy my own age, with floppy blond hair and icy blue eyes. I nodded my head. He pressed a button and the picture shifted into another boy, of a similar age. He had short brown hair that was gelled back, and brown-green eyes that were slightly darker than hazel. He was undeniably good looking. Shane informed me that the boy's name was Elliot Havisham, he was also sixteen and home-tutored, and that he liked football a lot and interestingly, painting. I smiled. Shane flicked the button again, and the photograph morphed into yet another young boy. This one had darker brown hair, which was quite floppy and short, and large brown eyes. He wasn't smiling, but he was still attractive, in a moody intense way. Shane told me that his name was Liam Bennett and yet again, he was 16 and home-tutored, but he liked boats and cars. I nodded my head slowly and gestured for Shane to continue. Shane nodded.

"Final Target." he began, as he flicked the button once more and another boy's face appeared onscreen "Harry Smart. Aged sixteen also, and also home-tutored. Likes singing, playing football, and a lot of other things. Your basic perfect all-rounder." I nodded, studying this last boy more carefully than the last three. He was incredibly and undeniably handsome. There was something...different...about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I realised then that Shane was watching my facial expression, so I shook myself and turned to him with an indifferent look upon my face.

"Is that all, Foster?" I asked with interest, wondering if he had anything useful to contribute towards my impending mission. So far, I had very little to go on, but what I did have would be of use to me. I couldn't deny that. I waited for a response, but there was none. I assumed that meant that Shane had no other information for me, so I turned on my heel and headed for the door. As I was just about to close it behind me, I heard Shane call "Miss Murder!" and I stopped and poked my head back around the door.

"You mustn't get attached, Miss Murder." he told me in a strict tone with a severe look on his face, before adding in an asinine voice "That means no falling in love, Juliet." I snorted, and grinned at Shane.

"As if I'd be that stupid, brother dear." I chuckled, and walked out of the warehouse and out into the pitch black and empty alleyway outside. I paused, and checked that there was nobody around, before continuing out of the alleyway and back onto the main street. I turned around. I felt like I was being watched. There was nobody about. I shook my head. I was getting paranoid; there was nothing to worry about. Even so, I quickened my pace and began to run down the street. I didn't stop until I was safe and sitting on my bed.

A/N: Sorry it was only a short chapter, but I'm planning to add chapter 2 soon :D