Cyborg

"Zen, don't get into jail again." Wren said. I nod, looking out the window. Our spaceship is in the middle of nowhere and Wren can't find us a new mission. I look around the table. Zemira's carving faces into her oranges, Jace is shining his katana, Nova's looking in their bag for a nail polish color that goes with their glowing blue skin, Thea's fixing her doctor's face mask, and Wren is fixing one of his robotic arms because he broke it on the last mission.
Hi. My name is Zendaya. My friends call me Zen for short. I'm seventeen, and a very young assassin. Well, we don't kill people. We technically are assassins, but we get paid to do it. For example, the ship I'm in, we got it for killing four drug dealers in Ladion.