Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 3: Black Angel

Curled up in the far corner of the transport plane, I frown at how large of a profile package I was handed about The Blackbourne Team. It was about the size of two textbooks put together and that caused me to worry. What had I agreed to? Pulling my legs up under me and onto the soft cushioned chair, I guard my injuries as I break open the seal. I hadn't heard of this team until now, probably because I was located on the other side of the continent but this group was definitely impressive. Over fifty completed missions and multiple favors as well as monetary rewards provided. Quickly doing some math, my eyes widen as I reach the current balance of their favors.

Zero.

They had hit bottom, no wonder why they were allowing an outsider to come into their team. Biting back a growl, I lean back against the seat taking slow clear breaths. It was going to be just fine. It wasn't a surprise that they would want something for accepting an outsider. But fuck it still hurt. Everyone had an angle now a days.

Flipping through the papers, I groan as I come to the thick profiles located in manilla folders. There were ten of them all together. All of them thick but one. The ghost. Throwing that one off to the side, I quickly scroll through the different profiles gathering important information and disregarding the rest.

Mr. Blackbourne:

    The boss of the team. Grey eyes, knows sign language, and acts well above his age.

Dr. Green:

    Medical support. Knows sign language and Japanese. Blonde Hair. Green eyes. Flirt.

Kota:

   Team leader. Quiet and calm. Knows sign language. Super smart.

North Taylor:

     Muscle. Dark hair. Speaks Greek. Brown eyes. Fowl personality.

I smirk after reviewing North's profile unable to help myself. He sounded just like me. To bad I don't have a profile. I would love to see what Bossman thought of me. I shake my head laughing as I continue to flick through the rest of the profiles.

Luke Taylor.

    Theif. Long Blonde hair. Prankster. Older Brother. Sign Language.

Silas Korba:

     Muscle. Greek. Large. Dark hair. Quiet type.

Nathan Griffin:

     Third in Command. Redish hair. Speaks Spanish. Athletic.

Gabriel Coleman:

     Fashion guy. Swears. Speaks French. Blue eyes. Multicolor hair. Baby.

Smirking, I take a look at the guys pictures before finding the profile I needd the most. Pushing the others aside, I put Victor Morgan's on the table and spread out. Taking out the multiple pictures, I study him for a moment. On the smaller side but still slightly muscular. Right handed. Dark brown eyes with brown hair. He is the techie as well as the money of the team. He is from a very rich family and is very well known in both the high society and world in general for his piano skills.

Frowning, I slowly run my fingers through my hair. This was one way to stay under the radar. Be the body guard of a high society musician. Rolling my eyes, I run my fingers through my hair and continue to read into his family life when I freeze. Scum. That was the way to describe such parents.

The mother, Jasmine, always pushing for more and more publicity in regards to her son. Doesn't ask always demands. Don't expect any sort of smile or pleasant manner unless she is out in public socializing with other people in her class. Likes to travel and attend spa treatments outside of the state. Rarely home but always texting and causing trouble via cell phone. Completely holds ownership on Victor's schedule.

The father, George, physically as well as emotionally abusive to Victor since he was very young and even now when he is home. Alcohol dependent and loves strippers and other risky behaviors. Uses Victor's money to spend his days doing what ever he wants. His vacation was a mandatory one after he was knocked out and almost killed by the boys when he attacked Sang.

Sang. The ghost.

She was going to be the heart of this team. Putting away Victor's profile, I pick up the smallest one and open it up. Everything was in handwriting nothing formal. I would have to delete it after I got off the plane. No one could know of this bird. Scanning the page, I notice the common abuse that I had seen on the other's profiles but nothing specific and most of the information not filled out. It was easily like mine.

Standing slowly from my seat, I groan in pain and scoop up the grocery bag that sits beside me. Moving into the small bathroom, I close and lock the door before pulling out scissors and hair dye. Looking in the mirror, I allow myself to play with my soft long blonde locks before ripping off the top of the packaging and dunking my head into the water.

Two hours later, I walk off the plane in dark black skinny jeans, a dark grey hoodie, black and white converse, a long set of obvious ear piercings running up and down both my ears, and a grey beanie. My short jet black hair and stunning green eyes on full display. Rolling my carryon, I quickly hail a taxi and give directions to my new school Ashley Waters. It seems as though that was the current mission that the entire team was working on. They had indicated at both the principal and vice-principal were up to no good but so far nothing could be supported.

But it was clear from their findings both sick fuckers were attracted to the younger female population. Wonderful. Holding back a groan of annoyance, I fish out my new identification cards and slip them into my bag. If the head of the school was up to no good then putting the Academy right into the situation with warning probably had gotten them into some serious trouble. If played correctly, I could be an inside man. The sick fuckers would never even know what was going to hit them until it was too late.

"We are here." The taxi cab driver states his eyes raking over my body and I roll my eyes forking over the money and a tip before stepping out of the car. Grabbing my carry on, I move easily through the parking lot and smile spotting the dark grey BMW. Pulling out two hair clips, I quickly play with the lock and pop the trunk. Sliding my gear away, I close the door and make my way to the entrance.

Walking through the metal detectors, I make my way to the main office. Instantly, I catch the eye of the secretary who looks just about scared shitless. "Name?" She states coldly and I smile handing her my id.

"Angel Black."