Later that night, we arrived at the place this 'fundraiser' was being held in.

It was a huge building, I would say it was a white mansion. It had a round-a-bout in the middle of its massive front yard, where expensive cars would drive around, dropping off spiffy, sophisticated people. Then those people would go up the white marble steps and be greeted by butlers, who would open the doors for them and they would enter the building.

"Okay, guys, we're going to spread out and not talk to each other unless we have to," Andrea started telling us.

We were all in the back of a limo, which Poncho was driving so that we could blend in with the style.

"Remember to speak with your accents and make sure your covers are on at all times." She held up her bent arm in the air, showing us the glowing designs on her sleeve. "We will be seeing each other in our resting suits, but others will be seeing us wearing formal attire as adults. And we can pull out our weapons when we see any sign of The Enemy--they won't be able to see them. Be on a look out for him, that's the reason why we're here. Okay?"

We all nodded our heads in agreement.

"How does The Enemy look like though?" Bree asked her.

"We don't know, you just gotta look for something suspicious... We hadn't seen him yet--"

"--unfortunately," Poncho added in from the front seat. "Now go guys, we're holding up traffic."

"Alright. Come on." Andrea got out from her seat and made her way to the door of the limo.

We followed her out into the round-a-bout and up the stairs. We were then greeted by those butlers and ushered into the building
The inside made me feel so tiny, which I don't like. The room we entered into was huge: everything was made out of marble, chandeliers were hanging from the white ceiling, white pillars were holding up the second flooring, which was a hallway that lined the higher walls... It was huge.

"Alright," Andrea whispered to us lowly. "Russia--" She looked at me. "--you go to the left." She then turned to Cade. "Freshman, you go to the left, but on the second floor." She looked at Bree. "Katt, you take on the right side's second flooring and I will take on the right side. Everyone got it?"

We all nodded our heads once again.

"Okay, mix in with the atmosphere, if someone talks to you, talk to them back, don't tell them anything about this, and make sure to use your accents. Don't make anyone feel suspicious about us, and don't do anything crazy, please. Be on the look out for The Enemy." She told us this with a concerned tone.

"Alright, will do." Bree patted her shoulder. "Let's go!"

With a deep breath in, I parted from them and walked over to the left side of the building.

I believe I walked into the dining area since there were rows of tables of food and circular tables for eating. But on the far end of the room, across from me was a simple stage with a podium, so I guessed that was where the speeches would be spoken in as well. I began walking backwards gradually, intending to first scale the area that was in front of the entrance of the dining room before I actually searched inside the actual room. I then turned around so that I could walk forward when I slammed into someone.

I stumbled back a bit and smoothed out my shirt, feeling irritated that someone bumped into me. Stupid people.

"Whoa, I'm sorry," I heard the person tell me.

I looked ahead of me with narrowed eyes and a frown. It was guy who seemed like he was my age with light tan skin, brown short hair, and brown eyes. Without saying a word, I breezed past him, hoping he can get the message to never bump into me again.

"Hey," I heard him say as his hand grabbed onto my wrist.

I begrudgingly turned around, facing him with a flat facial expression. I resisted to say something so that he could back off and I can continue the search.

"Wh-what's your name?" he asked me.

You want my name? You're holding me back just for my name? Are you serious? Then I remembered Andrea telling me, "If someone talks to you, talk back to them..."

Fine. "Alek," I told him sternly. I then completely forgot to use my accent. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Alek?" The guy titled his head to the side while keeping his eyes on me. "That's like Alex--"

"It's Alek," I corrected him in my best American accent I could do in a second.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "That must be a foreign name."

I turned my head to my left, seeing the wall that was next to me, then to the right, seeing people pass by me. Can I just move on? I turned to look back at him. "I'm busy." I then turned around, but then I felt him grabbing onto my wrist again. Next time you do that, I'll shoot you! I twirled around to face him once again.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down...chill," the guy told me in a soothing voice while waving his extended hands out at me.

Fine... I letted out an exaggerated breath. Just blend into the atmosphere...hahaha...

"Now tell me," he continued, tugging on his red bowtie, "is your name foreign?"

"It's Russian," I told him flatly.

"Ah, that's right!" He wagged his finger in the air. "You do look Russian! It'd only make sense."

"What's your name?" I crossed my arms while glaring at him. I wanted to give him what he gave me.

"Oh." He chuckled. "It wouldn't matter to you. All that matters is...you." He stepped up closer to me, so close I could feel his warmth. He gazed up at me with one eyebrow up and a sly smile.

Are you kidding me? Don't give me that look. "Why can't you tell me your name? I told you mine."

"I'm interested..." He began saying while fiddling with something that was in front of my chest, which I immediate assumed was my tie. "...in you: Where are you from?"

I grabbed the top of my 'invisible' tie and thrusted it to my right, ripping it out of his grasp. "Don't touch my tie."

He snapped his eyes back up at me. "Well, do you mind if I touch...this?" He leaned himself closer to me as I felt his hands brush their way up to the back up of my neck. He then turned his head to an angle and pressed his lips against mine.

'ТПРУ НЕТ НЕТ НЕТ ЧТО ЧЕРТА ТЫ ДЕЛАЕШЬ?!' my mind exploded out. WHOA NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! I tried to move, but I felt myself frozen, too stunned to make a motion. I conjured all my energy and snapped myself out from panic mode and into defensive mode. I shoved my hands against his shoulders, forcing him to stumble away from me. I then in fury whipped out Zashchitnik from my holster, turned it on, and shot at the guy.

The guy suddenly blasted into black smoke, disappearing from the area. Meanwhile, the energy that was emitted from my gun went past the spot the guy was once standing on and hit a vase with flowers that was on a small table, tucked in a corner. The vase zapped into blue light and vanished out of existence, leaving the flowers to fall onto the tabletop and floor.

I began breathing hard and loudly, trying to get the after-feeling of that guy near me out from my senses. I wiped my lips harshly with the back of my hand and sharply turned around, wanting to call it a night and leave this place.

I strutted towards the entrance while carrying Zashchitnik with both arms. I then spotted Andrea coming out from a door that was to the left. I ducked my heard toward the opposite direction, not wanting her to see me.

But of course she did.

"Russia!" she hissed as she walked in front of me and halted there; I forced myself to stop moving. "What are you doing, you're suppose to be over there!" She pointed straight of herself with her pointer finger.

I couldn't find any words to tell her, it was like as if I couldn't speak anymore. So all I did was stand there.

"Russia," she told me again, this time with concern in her tone and in her facial expression. "Are you okay?"

"Uh--" I shook my head while darting my eyes to the ground. "No... Someone kissed me."

"Someone kissed you?" She was beginning to sound annoyed. "What are you talking about?"

I then felt like as if I was going to go crazy. I looked back at her with a shocked expression and began to talk quickly with panic. "I don't know, someone just kissed me and I want to--"

"Russia, slow down!" Andrea told me.

"I can't, this is crazy!" I shouted. I then turned around and rushed down back into the dining room.

I swallowed down my feelings as I clutched Zashchitnik closer to me and walked down the length of the room, over to the other side where a door was located. I then went through it, leading me to another hallway, which was more narrower and dimmer. I rushed through it, not knowing where I was going; I was just trying to bring myself out from my frenzy state.

But as I got more deeper in the hallway, someone came up to me, heading the opposite direction I was going, and placed his hand on my shoulder, halting me in place.

It was that guy, that guy who kissed me.

"Oh yeah, I've decided to tell you my name," he told me with a sly smile. "I think you might know me as 'The Enemy.'"