Hello fellow Fanfictioners. :) Sorry I have been MIA for a while. I've been pretty caught up with schoolwork, work, music and friends. Sorry I haven't updated my other story for a long time. This is a new story I've started. It'll probably take a while for me to update this story. It takes a lot for me to get this a decent length and have it interesting. Of course this is just the beginning, so obviously it's a bit basic, heh. I hope you all enjoy. :) Much love grlfrennnnss x


He got caught. He got fucking caught. After these two years he still couldn't believe he got caught. It was the only thought that raced through his mind, every single day.

He was one of the best. The one that never got caught, the one that wasn't suppose to get caught. The media called him the invisible man. Nobody knew his identity and nobody ever saw him in action. He could blend in the people so well, they never noticed him. The local police didn't , the CIA didn't, the FBI didn't. That until he made one fatal decision. He got too cocky, he thought after so many attempts that weren't successful he'd never get caught. Boy, he was wrong.

He always acted fast, this time he didn't. He had his Sniper Rifle set up as he carefully looked into the glass of the gun. The CSI had a secret meeting he found out about. His current target was the head of security of the CSI. He knew if he could assassinate him, they'd know he was for real. Even though this was one of his biggest hits, he still acted too cocky with it.

Unfortunately for him, the CSI had seen him. As he almost pulled the trigger, 10 agents rushed into the room. He had three options. Option 1: Start shooting. The scene played in his head. He'd turn around, point his gun on agent and shoot, until there was no one left and then he'd flee. Option 2: Kill himself. He'd turn around. Point his gun to his temple, and shoot. Option 3: Give up. This seemed the better option. He threw his riffle on the ground and threw his hands up as a sign they had won.

He was sentenced to 35 till life in prison for the crimes he had committed which were assassination of 1 member of the secret service, 4 citizens of San Diego and several break ins. Although this was big news, it wasn't filmed.

That was two years ago.

Two years ago he was a scrawny guy with no tattoos, ignorant attitude, bright blue eyes and a surfer's haircut. Nowadays he was muscular, had a few tattoos here and there, dull eyes and had a buzz up cut.

Things had quite changed. In prison he had to stand up for himself a lot. They'd laugh at you if you were skinny. He had to get big for them to leave him alone, which they did. He had joined one of the gangs in prison.

In prison you have different gangs all over the prison. There are the gangs that stick together because of their race and you have a gang that stick together, because they have bonded. The gangs that only represented their race were usually the weaker when you compared the two. Mainly because the other type had aggressive and very muscular guys.

Troy Bolton was lucky enough to have a roommate that was in this gang. Dominic Sanders. He was in prison for double murder. He's quite the bulky guy, it almost seemed like he was on steroids. He has tattoos everywhere. He comes off as a really tough and mean guy, but once you get to know him he is one of the nicest guys.

At first he wouldn't take him serious, but after time they bonded. Two weeks after his arrival he joined the gang, Brotherhood.

Somehow he had several people he had never met in his life writing letters to him. Sometimes he had up to 50 letters every day. It seems like he had a kind of fan base. Nothing compared to Ted Bundy or Richard "The night stalker" Ramirez though. He appreciated all of them. He'd only get a certain amount of post stamps, so he did little work here and there in the prison so he could buy more post stamps. His life in prison consisted out working out, studying and writing letters. It was a constant routine. Everyday the same day, day after day.

Today was a normal day for Troy. He had woken up at 7AM, did a few push ups, got dressed in his prison clothes and brushed his teeth. They'd always get called around 8 o'clock for breakfast. He always enjoyed breakfast, he loved food. In the morning they'd always have the best food. Somehow the guard came earlier.

"Good morning Mr. Bolton, you have an earlier visitor." Daniel, the guard said. Troy had a good relationship with Daniel, as far as a prisoner-guard relationship could go.

"That's usually not a good thing." Troy mumbled as he stood up. Daniel opened the gate and as learned by routine Troy turned around to get cuffed.

"Oh, just because you're in jail doesn't mean everything is negative." Daniel replied and smiled. Troy just chuckled.

They walked to entrance where you'd get checked . Troy walked through the 'door' and the lights turned green, meaning everything was good and he didn't have any objects on him. Usually they'd do a double check by hands, but Troy was overall a nice guy and as far as trusting a prisoner went, they trusted him.

They walked to a room. Troy immediately thought something was off, because usually you had the open space where there were several other prisoners talking to a visitor, with the glass between them. He turned around, but before he could ask something, Daniel answered him.

"Don't worry, we're not going to kill you. You have, um, a special visitor." Daniel said. Troy just gave him a confused look. Daniel opened the door. The room wasn't really big, it wasn't really small. It had a window, which meant this was indeed a very special visit. Having a room with a window is basically asking for trouble. It had a nice table in the middle of the room with two old looking guys seated on a chair. Of course there were several guards in the room.

"Ah, Mr. Bolton. You're here." One of the men cheerfully spoke. He stood up and wanted to shake his hands. He had a tan, bright blue eyes and still a little hair on his head. He was dressed in a light brown suit.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but I'm currently not in the situation to do so." Troy replied, hinting on his cuffed hands.

"Ah, I forgot yeah." He said as he laughed at his own stupidity.

Another guard walked up to be from behind and un cuffed my hands. Troy extended his hand to the man.

"Don't get too close, Bolton." Another guard said to me.

"Oh John, don't be such a little bitch. We've done enough research about this fella." The other man said. Troy chuckled as the guard said something under his breath. This man had no hair and was probably the younger one out of the two. He was dressed in a dark blue suit.

Troy shake both men's hands.

"Please sit down, Mr. Bolton." They both said at the same time. Troy did as he was told.

"So you must be wondering why we came to visit you." The cheerful man said. Troy nodded.

"Oh wait, let us introduce ourselves. Excuse our bad manners."

"I'm Gary Feldman and this is Christopher Hoff." Troy nodded.

"Okay, nice to meet you both." Troy replied.

"We're special agents sent from the FBI. Before I tell you the mission, we need to know if you're in. We don't want to risk you telling to your gang members what the mission is." Christopher said.

"It depends, what's in it for me?" Troy asked. He already wanted to do it, but he just wanted to know what he could get out of it. He always wanted to be a special agent. When the police didn't want him, he decided to be the opposite, a criminal.

"You get to start over. You wont ever return to this life, this prison life. If you succeed, we will grant you with a new identity, 3.5 million dollars and your freedom." Gary replied.

"That sounds pretty interesting. Why are you so sure I wont use this opportunity to get back at you all for locking me up in jail?" Troy asked with a smirk.

"Because we know you. We spoke with relatives, old friends, we did our research. When you have a goal, you wont let anything get in the way. Even if it is a great opportunity." Christopher replied. Now it was his turn to smirk.

"You did well." Troy replied with another smirk.

"So, are you in or what?" Gary asked.

"I'm in." Troy nodded.

"Good choice Mr. Bolton." Christopher winked.

"Today is your first day as an undercover special agent." Christopher said and gave Troy a new ID card. Troy took the card and gave it a look.

"Wait, who is Alexander Rodriguez?" Troy asked confused.

"That's you, buddy." Gary said with a smirk.

"Now, I suppose we should get going." Both men stood up.

"Okay, so what now? You go and I do what?" Troy asked. He clearly was confused.

"You come with us, of course." Gary said in a 'duh' tone. As if it was on queue, a trash bag with all Troy's belongings was brought to Troy.

"Um, thanks I guess." Troy mumbled.

"Can I say goodbye to my friends though?" Troy asked.

"No, we can't waste any time." He replied. Gary let a paper slide to Troy and threw a pen, which Troy caught.

"Write them something." Gary said. Troy looked up to him and started writing quite quick.

"Hey man, I have to go right now. I don't have the time to say goodbye, due this situation. Can you please give the message to the rest of the members. I can't say where I'm going or why I'm going. It's a too big of a risk for all of you. One love." Christopher quoted the letter.

"Good enough?" Troy asked. Christopher nodded.

"Alright, change into this." Gary threw him a white V-neck shirt, light blue jeans that were fitted and had a few rips here and there, socks and a pair of red Vans.

"Do you even know of this is in my size?" Troy asked.

"Actually, I do. We did research, remember?" Gary replied.

"On what my shoe size was?" Troy asked sarcastically.

"Just get changed, son." Christopher said.

"Here?" Troy asked.

"Yes." Gary replied.

"Um, okay." Troy said a bit unsure. He quickly changed into his new clothes.

"Nice butt." Gary said. Troy just looked at him with a face that said WTF all over it.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Gary replied, laughing.

"Oh and here." Christopher threw a black leather jack that had a grey hoodie stitched to it.

"Nice, thank you." Troy replied and put it on.

"Alright, we should really get going now." Christopher said. They all headed to the head entrance of the prison. As they stepped outside the prison, Troy stood still.

"I forgot how it felt to feel freedom." He said. Both gentlemen just smiled at him. They got into the black SUV and headed to the FBI building that was in San Diego.

It was a 30 minute drive. They walked into the FBI building, but first the special agents had to check in and have their ID scanned. Troy just followed both gentlemen.

"This is a big ass building." Troy said as he looked around.

"And you haven't even seen half of it." Christopher said.

"Follow us, okay." Gary said. They walked to a room where they had to scan their ID's once again.

Troy was met by 5 other special agents. He just assumed this was the room that was used for this special mission.

It was a really big room that had a huge table in the middle of the room with seats around it. In front there was a big iMac with a huge whiteboard next to it and a projector.

"Hi fellow agents, this is Troy Bolton. Our special weapon." Gary announced, clearly very proud. Troy was greeted by the agents.

"So, can you guys tell me what this mission is?" Troy asked. One of the agents pressed a button and a screen came down. He pushed another screen and several pictures were showed.

Another agent, Frank Morris stood next to the screen.

"Basically, this guy here is the bad guy." The screen showed a Latino looking man. He was bald and had several tattoos on his arm. Troy assumed he had way more than that. He had a mustache and dull looking eyes. He was pretty muscular, but he had a beer belly.

"This is one of the most dangerous men we currently have around. He's known for his violent robberies, cold murders and his notorious drugs business that reaches down in South America and Africa." He continued.

"His name is Hector Montez. Bald. Brown eyes. 5ft. 8 45 years old. In a relationship with TC. Father of two." The other agent, Dennis Jacobs read what was on the screen. The screen switched over to another picture.

"This is his girlfriend. Tori Cruz. She's known for her smooth ways to get her way. She accompanies him to all his crimes. She's a really good fighter, most agents take this very lightly, but she's really good. " Frank spoke. From what Troy could see, she was a very attractive woman.

"Tori Cruz. Long brown hair. Green eyes. 5 ft. 4. 35 years old. In a relationship with HM. No children." Dennis read from the screen.

"This is Chad Danforth. This was his ex wife's oldest son. She had a one night stand and Chad was created. His father died. Hector took him in when he married his mom. Even when his wife left, Chad could stay. He's a great shooter, almost as great as you Troy. Perfect, steady shots. He can rob a bank in just minutes. He's really fast." Frank said. He had a light brown afro, light skinned and hazel eyes. He was pretty muscular and he had various tattoos.

"Chad Danforth. Light brown afro. Hazel eyes. 5 ft. 10. 22 years old." Dennis read from the screen.

"And last but not least, Gabriella Montez. This is Hector's biological daughter. From what we've experienced, he'd die for her, but the same counts for Chad. Like Chad, she's a great shooter. She's done several killings that were perfectly shot. We'd love to have her on our team, but that would make things very awkward. She's also the head of the transport of the drugs. She makes sure everything is sent and that they get money in return. She has several people she takes with her on these 'trips'. She is trained in several martial arts sports. A woman to be on the look out for." Frank said. She was breathtaking. Troy felt his heart racing, by only looking at a picture of her.

"Gabriella Montez. 21 years old. Brown hair. Brown eyes." Dennis read up from the screen.

"Oh, and don't even think about getting involved with Miss Montez. You will end up dead." Christopher said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Troy mumbled.

"They are part of a family gang and it is very hard to get their trust and get entrance to their gang. They're a Latino based gang. That's why you're Alexander Rodriguez. You're job is to get in their gang, so we know what their next move is. Leave the rest up to us."

"Seems reasonable." Troy nodded.

"Don't get attached to these people, Bolton." Chrisopher warned.

"I won't." Troy replied.

"So.. You know the mission, let's get to the gadgets!" A dorky looking guy said. Troy nodded.

"So I think we should just get started by with the fun things. Like this." He gave Troy a key.

"Where's this for?" Troy asked.

"This is for your new condo in San Clemente." He replied with a smile. Troy had the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh for real? Thank you so much." He said to all the agents around him. One of agents pushed on a button and it showed the condo he was going to be living in.

It had 3 bed rooms, 3 bad rooms, a big kitchen with an island, a big living room, a lovely balcony that had a couch there and the bathroom had a shower and a bathtub in it.

"Here is a phone you must have with you at all times. We can see where you are by the chip that's in it." He handed Troy a new iPhone.

"This is the key to your new vehicle. A new Audi A4, that also has several chips here and there so we can see where you are. It also has a taping chip in it." He handed over the key to Troy.

"You can try it out on your way to the mall where our lovely agent Sharpay will be helping you pick out your new clothes." A female agent walked towards me.

"Hi, I'm Sharpay." She extended her hand, which Troy shook. She was quite beautiful. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Troy. Or Alexander." Troy chuckled.

"So it seems you're totally up to date, let's go to the mall." She said and dragged Troy out the room.

"Thank you so much for all the new stuff." Troy yelled as he was dragged out of the room.

"How long has it been since you've driven a car?" Sharpay asked me as we were walking to the garage of the FBI.

"Uhm, about 2 years now." Troy replied.

"Well, I hope you still know how to, because I don't want to die." She said. Troy just chuckled.

As Troy and Sharpay got seated in the car, Troy couldn't stop touching everything.

"Ew, I hope you don't do this on your mission." She said. Troy rolled his eyes.

"How did you even end up at the FBI?" Troy asked.

"I make sure everybody looks good." She replied with a smile.

"Um, okay." Troy replied.

Troy and Sharpay headed to the biggest mall of San Diego. The ride was amazing. Troy was already in love with his car. He still couldn't believe it was his car.

As soon as they were in the mall, Sharpay was already all over the place. She was running around to this shop, to that shop. She was quite the fast shopper. In just a half hour Troy already had all the jeans he'd need for the rest of his life.

"Sharpay, how many jeans did you buy?" Troy asked.

"Oh, about 10 I think." She replied.

"10? Why then?" Troy asked a bit shocked. He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact she was buying all these jeans.

"Light blue jeans, light blue ripped jeans, dark blue jeans, medium blue jeans, tan jeans, brown jeans, black jeans, white jeans and then I have cargo's for you." She replied.

"Oh and I also bought you boxers. Like 25, that's enough right? You can do your laundry." Troy nodded.

"So I also bought shorts for you. Jean shorts, cargo shorts, camouflage shorts, about 2 each." She said.

"Okay." Troy replied. He decided not to complain. He knew she was buying more than he could have ever afford. Might as well pretend I enjoy this.

"Go pick 3 pair sunglasses while I go get you a few dress shirts." She said as she went the opposite direction.

"Okay." Troy sighed. He went into the sunglasses shop. He looked around and decided he'd go with the standard black Rayban Wayfarer and Rayban pilot type of sunglasses. He doesn't really care that much about sunglasses. He's always just wore the Wayfarer's.

Just as Troy paid and walked out of the store, Sharpay came running towards him.

"Oh my god. I found the perfect suit for you!" She basically yelled.

"But weren't you shopping for dress shirts?" Troy asked confused. She dragged him into a shop and forced him to get it made in his size. They would sent it to his house. Sharpay wrote down the address, since Troy didn't know where he lived.

After 4 hours of hardcore shopping Sharpay decided she bought enough for Troy, for today. They drove to Troy's new condo. Sharpay knew the directions, because she had visited the house earlier. She actually choose the house for Troy.

Troy opened the door and was amazing. It was a really, really nice condo. He thanked God and walked further.

"Alex, come help me!" Sharpay yelled. She had put all the bags in the elevator. After what felt like 600 times walking to the elevator and back into his house, it was time to put it all in his walk in closet.

Sharpay really outdid herself. Troy now has jeans, shorts, tank tops, v-necks, shirts, hoodies, jackets, a lot of shoes, jewelry, sunglasses, watches and so much more.

"Alright, we're done. Time for you to take me out for lunch." She said with a smile.

"Oh, and before I forget." She gave me a wallet that had two credit cards and a lot of cash in it.

"Oh, thanks." Troy replied as he went through the money.

Troy being the simple guy he is, wanted to go to KFC. Sharpay being the drama queen that she is, made it a big problem and almost torn the steering wheel down. They ended up at a quiet restaurant where you could sit inside and outside. It had a really nice vibe to it. You could hear Latin music coming from the restaurant, since the door was open.

"Oh, me gusta!" Troy said and did a little dance. Sharpay laughed at him. They walked into the door and saw it was actually a Latin dance school with a little restaurant in it.

"Wait, what are we going to do?" Troy asked confused.

"You didn't think you can just waltz in the mission without any training, now did you?" Sharpay asked.

"You're going undercover as a Latino. We'll train you on your dance skills, teach you Spanish, Martial Arts training and several other things. Starting with salsa."

"Oh shit." Troy mumbled.