Well I got another idea for a story thanks to Verbophobic. So I decided to post it. It's also here for when my friend is taking to long to write a chapter for my other G. I. Joe story. I'm addicted to reviews so please review and make my day. I don't own G. I. Joe but enjoy anyways!

Blaze was watching her victim from a limb in the tree above him, waiting for the perfect time to strike. She had been waiting for two weeks for this day. She had been watching him and thinking of a perfect way to kill him. She could poison his coffee that he drank each morning or cut his throat in the elevator that took him to his office at work, but none of them satisfied her till the idea of breaking his neck in the park he went to each night before he went to bed. She silent jumped from the tree and crept up behind him. She covered his mouth before a yell could come from his mouth, she twisted his neck till she heard a satisfying crack. She laid him down on the bench and made it look as if he had simply fell asleep. A feeling of unease entered her body and decided that she had better leave quickly before she was caught. A light hit her from above and she dashed into the shadows and looked up. A helicopter was hovering above her and had a spotlight moving to where she was. She saw a shadow jump from the helicopter before it's spotlight blinded her. She was barley able to get her sword, that was on her back, out in front of her. A sword clashed against hers and sparks came each time their swords each time they collided. Blaze tried to study her opponent but she could not see his facial features since he was covered from head to toe in black. Sweat began to trickle down her face since the night was hot and the fight was beginning to take a toll on her body. Blaze mind was trying to find away to end this fight quickly but nothing came to mind. Light came on from all directions and she was surrounded by guns. Blaze counted twenty guns pointed at her from all directions and she calculated all possible escapes but none of them ended very well for her. her opponent with the sword stepped back, giving her time to surrender if she wished to. Blaze dropped her sword with a clang and lifted her arms above her head and surrendered. 'Better to surrender to live to fight another day' she thought as her arms where pulled ruffly behind her and cuffed. The mask she was wearing that covered her whole face but her green eyes was pulled off. She heard gasp as her curly brown hair came fell down her to her shoulder blades.

"Here we thought she was man," a masculine voice came from behind her.

"Why? Is it because you don't think women can fight," a female voice came from right behind her.

"No! it's because her black clothes are so baggy that she can easily be mistaken for a guy," the first voice tried to defend himself. Blaze silently laughed to herself as she listened to them bicker back in forth. She was suddenly jabbed in the neck with a needle and was given a sedative. She fell forward and was caught by the man in black. He carried her to the helicopter and placed her in the seat next to him in case the saditive wore off early. Soon the helicopter took off and went back to their headquarters to question the assassin on why she had been hired to kill one of their best weapon designer.

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