I scrape the remains of my dinner off my plate and directly into my mouth.

If chivalry is dead, then so are table manners.

Noodles.

Is there anything better?

Well, yes, but that's not the point.

The point is, I love noodles!

I could eat noodles all day, every day.

My favorite is noodles chicken and alfredo sauce.

Which is what we had for dinner tonight.

I still don't know how North Star knew about my obses—I mean love of this meal. And noodles in general.

I made a song about noodles when I was five and had them for the first time at school. Master and Marie never left scraps for me when had noodles.

Now, they are dead and I get all the food I want.

I guess the quote is true.

"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."

I am different. My situation is different. My mind is different.

"Ms.Sorenson, we are hoping you would come with us to the Academy to see about joining our mafia," Mr. Blackbourne invites politely.

I stroke my invisible beard.

"Hmm... Wait around the house while you guys have fun and miss the chance to join the mafia or make my dreams come true? Imma go with... Joining!"

With the last word, I throw my hands in the air and strike a tada pose.

They all laugh at my goofiness.

I beam, pleased that they actually think I am funny.

The last time I tried to tell Marie a joke, she was not happy. At all. I still have phantom pains in my arm.

"Trouble! Get your gorgeous *** into here!" Meanie hollers from the gear room.

I toss my plate in the sink and walk over to Gabriel.

Don't you just love the sound of priceless dishes shattering?

Gabriel dresses me in a pair of athletic black leggings, a gray sports bra, a red tank top, and my running shoes. He braids my hair into the fierce warrior braid that looks beyond awesome.

I pull on my white leather jacket and stick my knife in the sheath on my lower back.

I walk out with the boys into a SUV and buckle into the back seat.

"So, Corey, how did the you get accepted into the mafia?" I ask curiously.

Strangely enough, Corey seems offended.

"I'll have you know, I am one of the best tech experts that they have," Corey defends indignantly.

"But you're too good for the mafia," I say confused.

Corey looks shocked.

"You are calling me good?" He says slowly.

"Yes, Corey," I say just as slow.

I guess with some people you just have to break things down to their level.

Corey blushes and ducks his head.

Aw! He is adorable!

Once I stop mentally squealing, I watch the scenery as we drive through.

An hour later, we arrive at a huge brick building that was rustic chic and surrounded by other buildings that were smaller but matching in design. All of them are fenced in together by a huge ten foot steel fence with spiked and barbed points at the end of each rod.

"First part of your test, Sang," Axel announces as he parks the vehicle. "Get past the gate."

Kota gets out of his spot to let me out from where I am sitting in the back.

I climb out and stretch.

... SUGAR!!

Woah. Where did that come from... ?

"Sarah, what do we do?"

"Climbing over will be near impossible, hacking the gate would be simple and quick, but not dramatic enough. If we want to be accepted, we have to show off a little," Sarah answers.

Star and I follow Sarah's directions and listen to her idea.

Once we feel like it is a solid idea, we get started.

We walk a ways away from the fence and get ready to run.

We take off at a sprint and use handsprings to build up speed and power. When we get closer we launch ourselves upward. Flipping to gain height, we are able to grab one of the metal poles. Our hands are right below the spike.

We pull ourselves up and up until we are doing a handstand ten feet in the air while holding on to a steel pole.

We remove a hand and reposition it and do the same with the other so we are facing the other direction. Now we are able to come down. We bend out arms and throw ourselves to the inside of the complex. This time, our flipping is to slow our descent down. Hitting the ground perfectly, we drop into a safety roll.

We wipe off any dirt from our leggings and wait as the boys enter a code and drive through the fence.

We run alongside the leading SUV as it drives to a parking lot.

Quickly, the boys step out.

"Holy ****, Trouble!"

"Sang Baby, so you know how dangerous that was?!"

"Teach me your ways, young Cupcake."

"Coffee Bean! That was so cool! Like an iced coffee!"

I blush as they continue.

Finally, Mr.Blackbourne intervenes with, "Ms.Sorenson, are you ready for the next part?"

"No. We came all this way for me to realize that my schedule is full."

I roll my eyes.

You think by now they woulda grown at least a couple brains!

Mr.Blackbourne smirks and continues, "One of the cars in this parking lot is hiding a bomb. Find it and disarm it."

He looks at the expensive white gold watch on his wrist.

"Oh, yes. It is set to go off on less than twenty minutes. Good luck, Ms.Sorenson."

Good luck?

Sang don't need no luck!

Sang got skill!

Huh.

Referring to yourself in third person is surprisingly fun and satisfying.

We tip our head back and inhale deeply.

Following the smell of chemicals, we arrive at a green truck. We pop the hood and find the C4 bomb. A mess of wires are tangle and making the bomb look complex. However, we know what to do and simply disconnect the blaster caps.

"Seriously, this is a challenge?" I ask in disbelief.

Oh, mafia, mafia.

Where art thou Mafia?

Cuz this is no real mafia if that is a challenge.

"Good job, Sang!" Pug cheers me on.

I roll my eyes.

"The next one is inside," Kota declares.

We all walk inside and through a few doors into a humongous gym with just about every piece of equipment you could think of.

In the center, in a ring, two muscular men are fighting.

They continue to grapple until Mr.Blackbourne clears his throat.

They quickly come to a stop.

"Ah, the Blackbourne -Toma team. Weren't you sent on a recruit mission?" The taller man asks. He has a jagged scar across his strong chest, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes.

The shorter has black hair and deep brown skin and matching eyes.

"We found the only recruit we need, Sang Sorenson," Mr. Blackbourne states.

They look me over.

The shorter of the two giants laughs, "This little girl?!"

We get a little angry.

"You may know us as Insane," We say with our signature creepy smile.

They both pale a bit.

"Insane?!" The taller one repeats.

"You are with the Blackbourne -Toma team?!"

"We are here to join," We say firmly. "Now, are you ready to fight?"

"I-I-I th-think w-we'll be f-f -fin-ne," The shorter one stutters.

Our lips curl up a little further.

Aw, are the big strong mafia men scared?

"Are you sure?" We say sweetly.

"Positive!" The taller one answers quickly .

"What are your names, boys?" We ask.

The taller one introduces himself as Vincent and shorter one is Kazden.

We turn to the stunned group.

"What is next?"

Recovering, Victor answers, "A few tests and then a full background check before you meet with at least one of the heads so they can verify you."

I bob my head in understanding.

We head out of the building and into one for the smaller ones behind it.

Inside, I am lead through to a classroom. It has dark carpeting and light blue walls that I know Luke must love.

A teacher is sitting at the desk and going over papers. She has white blonde hair pulled back into a braid and a black skirt and a deep blue blouse.

Seeing us, she smiles and says, "You must be Sang! Are you ready for your test? There will be questions from any and every subject. Don't worry if you don't know the answer, just move on. Complete as many as you can in the next two hours."

She hands me a staples packet of papers and a couple of pencils.

"My name is Ms.Reposa and I am a teacher here. Please begin in three, two, one."

We flip the packet open and our pencils fly across the paper. Since we are ambidextrous, we are easily able to fill it out twice as fast. The packet is complete in under ten minutes.

"Ms.Reposa, here you go," We say politely while handing her the test.

She looks shocked and a little mad.

"You do realize that this is a serious test? If you are not going to try, then go ahead and just throw it away!"

We snarl, "Look, your test was easy. Check our answers if you don't believe us."

She looks stunned causing us to grin.

Oh, how we love to scare people...

"Insane?" Ms. Reposa breathes.

"Correct."

"I'm so so sorry! I didn't know! Please forgive me! I will get started on your test results right away," She apologizes hastily.

We smirk at the change in her attitude.

"Take your time," We purr.

We strive out of the room to where the boys are waiting.

Luke laughs, "I knew you wouldn't need much time."

We beam at Luke, liking his faith in us.

Silas looks at us.

"I think we would all like to know about Insane now."