Hey everyone! Here is a new idea I had in my head. I just want to see what kind of a response I get. If it's good, I'll keep working on it. If not, I'll just delete it. Anyways, this is the prologue. I hope you guys like! And if you want me to continue, Please review!

"You have got to be kidding me."

I stare at the suburban family home in front of me, sure that this is some kind of bad joke. My uncle Ethan sighed and handed me a box. I peeked in and saw that it was my M-16's and some left over bomb parts I like to tinker with. I watch as he pickes up one of our seven computer screens.

"Sorry Austin, but this is it. I know it's not like the flat that you're used to during missions but-"

"Not like? This place is from a different planet!" I exclaim. "I'm me, not my parents!"

We carry the stuff inside the family house, which has already been decked out with 'homey' furniture by IMF's decoy group. Mt uncle and I are supposed to be a happy family. My cover is that I moved in with my uncle for the year from New York. I roll up the sleeves on my shirt, already sweltering in the Miami heat.

My uncle places the computer with a bunch of Benji's stuff. I drop the box of guns underneath the stairs, our momentary weapons room.

"I just don't understand why I have to go to school," I say the word with distaste, crinkling my nose. "One of the reasons I work for you guys is so that I don't have to go back. Besides. I already graded from Oxford top of my class, without cheating," I add.

I actually graduated from oxford when I was fourteen, perfect marks in everything. I didn't cheat, but for some reason everyone in my family thinks I must have. Even my own mom doesn't think I'm smart enough to do that.

"Come on Austin. It's just a cover. You can even flunk if you really want," He smirks at me, knowing he's got me pinned. I can't stand the idea of getting lower than 95% on anything, and even then I cringe when I get my papers back.

I groan as my uncle waves off the moving van, and closes the front door. "After all, you are still technically a senior."

I roll my eyes. "I can't believe you just played the seventeen card."

He smiles at me, as he starts to unpack the samurai swords. I walk over and close the blinds in case someone sees. That would blow our cover right away. I help him place the swords away.

"Who's joining us here?" I ask my uncle as he unties the knot on one of the crates. He doesn't look up as he responds.

"The usual. Luther, Benji, William, and you friend Dezmond." He replies. I roll my eyes. He always calls Dez by his full name.

"William?" I ask confused. He looks up briefly.

"Agent Brandt."

"Oh."

I go up to my 'room' and open the door slowly. It's pretty 'normal teenager' looking, with yellow walls, a queen sized bed, and a closet. A dresser site in one corner. I hear my uncle come up behind me.

"Pretty average eh?" I nod towards what I'll be forced to sleep in for the next few months. Ethan rolls his eyes.

"If you call this normal," He walks over to my closet and taps on the back wall. It slides open just as I figured it would.

"The closet? Really? Isn't that a little cliche?" I can't help but smirk. My uncle shoots me a coy grin.

"Well, you are one of IMF's top agents. Who also should technically still be in high school," He says. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever. When will Dez be here?" I ask.

"Probably in fifteen minutes. Apparently he wouldn't stop pestering Benji for the cam." My uncle tells me. I can't help but chuckle. Dez is also a techy, kind of like my dad and Benji. He's Benji's nephew, but Benji doesn't trust him with anything. I don't blame him though. Wherever Dez goes, destruction tends to follow.

"Oh yeah," My uncle tells me as he starts to leave, "You'll be at the school by yourself. Benji is going to need Dez here for training."

I moan and collapse onto my bed. Great. Now I was going to have to go to the most inhumane place on earth, WITHOUT my best friend. I sigh as I sit up and reach over to the nightstand. I open the drawer, and sure enough, there's a file there. I pull it out and flip through it.

Several paintings catch my eye, and I groan. Great. Not only did I have to go to frikkin high school, but I also have to babysit some paintings. Really? This was the job that no other agent could do? I'm going to kill my uncle next chance I get.

I sit up as I hear the doorbell ring, telling me that the others are here. I sigh.

Mission commenced.