"you are to forget all things related to your past life up until now. Friends, your home, even your feelings towards others; all are now irrelevant to your new life's goal which is the protection of national security and the interests of the United States. Is that clear child?" The tall figure said, standing in front of a six year old boy.

Jason woke up from a dream, his iPod playing "Gimme Shelter" by the rolling stones. Sitting next to him was a girl about his age. "hey, you might want to buckle your seatbelt I think we're about to land" the brunette-ish student said. The plane was stopping to refuel at a station in the philippines and it was a great chance for him stretch after ten hours of hell. The plane was filled with students about his age, flying back from what he could guess was class trip to New York, and with all notes aside they had made this flight, by far, the most annoying one ever since the time he flew to Arizona with his handler who acted as if he was John Wayne (the racism really stuck with him.) That aside Jason had thought prior to the flight that getting coach seating would be cheaper than forking over a few grand for fancy seating, however it was probably worth it for not sitting behind the most talkative, loud and frankly, the most annoying girls on a plane. What was more annoying was some shorter, more annoying girl kept flirting with her (to no avail) while he tried to sleep, which didn't help the fact the only thing playing on the in flight television was a japanese-dubbed version of "snakes on a plane." Jason finally began to understand why people in the enhanced interrogations department take anti-depressants.

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As he sat there he wondered if he should continue his quest to attain a silent, peaceful sleep, which the likelihood of happening was near impossible, or if he should try and converse with the person next to him. From the conversations he had heard going on next to him throughout the flight, he assumed her name was Misaka, and from the teacher asking her to quiet down her last name was Mikoto. But there lay the problem, which was his lack of skill in dialogue and conversation. Sure the former spy was trained in the languages to perfect fluency in German, French, Farsi (arabic), Mandarin, and most of all Japanese, but even in english he couldn't easily start a conversation without looking awkward. He thought of using his phone to look up "how to start a conversation," but there was no service and he had only a satellite phone (it kinda lacked a data plan.) However somehow he recognised her from somewhere else, he attempted to think back into the years of training and the enormous amount of files he had previously read into concerning his station in Academy City. "What was it she was from?" Jason mumbled to himself. "Did you say something?" Misaka asked, looking at him awkwardly. "Oh no it was nothing just thinking out loud, uh sorry" he responded internally punching himself for missing the opportunity to start a conversation. Following that attempt he once again fell asleep, taking advantage of the mid flight silence.

Following his long awaited sleep he was woke up this time by a flight attendant, and not the schoolgirl. "Sir, the plane has landed…" He looked around and everyone had left the plane, "sorry about that" Jason said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and proceeded to grab his bag and exited the plane. As he walked out of the terminal having just finished a call with a taxi service he had just realized the person he was talking with was the level five esper known as "railgun," but after being in the CIA Black Ops division for ten years, he had seen more impressive things. He had gotten in the taxi and not knowing where to go he had decided to just go to the park in district seven. By then it was almost ten at night and not knowing what to do he decided to sit on a bench in front of a vending machine. Knowing the vending machine was the only one in the world who would understand his situation the black haired boy decided to stare at it until he just fell asleep. "vending machine 7116, selling stange juices for about 100 yen… strange juice…" he read on the machine, reminiscing about the time they tested the prototype MRE nicknamed "the liquid burrito" in his division. Jason gaged thinking about the horror of the last time he drank a strange juice and decided to just kill time by looking in his suitcase instead of killing his stomach. For the first time in… possibly forever he had no orders, no mission and no training to complete. It felt like he had no purpose in life; "what now" he thought to himself as he thought through the ideas of what he should do.

Just when he had given up hope on his options, his deep thought had been interrupted by a man in a beanie carrying an iron pipe in front of him. " So guys, it appears we have a guest sitting on my bench, whatever shall we do about this?" he said to his thug-ish looking friends. "Find a new one" Jason responded looking completely uninterested in their pursuit of a single bench. "oh so this guy thinks he's a smart ass huh..." "you make it sound like I care" Jason replied nonchalantly to the threat.

Jason reacted to the man swinging his pipe in the air by smashing a bulletproof briefcase into his face. When the other man attempted to jab his side with his wooden sword he quickly countered, pushing the sword to the side and slamming his head into the vending machine; to his surprise a drink fell out of the machine. "I'm gonna make you look uglier you son-of-a…" the other thug yelled before being tossed to the ground and kicked across the face. "I think I just made you prettier" Jason sarcastically responded. More of their friends kept showing up in the droves and the newcomer was not really enjoying his welcoming party to Academy City. The one in the middle drew his hand from his pocket "Alright it's time we get serious boys." A vortex began to circle around his hand and the former assassin thought "what the hell guys, I thought we were playing fair" as he prepared to draw his .45 handgun. Shit was about to get real and the last thing Jason wanted was to start off his permanent vacation in hotel prison after killing a man.

Suddenly a shopping bag had hit the vortex user in the face and a black haired girl came running out and grabbed the boy's hand. Jason snached his suitcase and ran with her, with the gang in pursuit. "who are you" he asked as they kept running to no avail. They had slipped into an alley and hid from the search party. As the search parties passed by they waited in hiding for about ten minutes until they gave up looking for the two.

"uhh… you can let go of my hand now" The confused boy said. "oh, sorry about that" the embarrassed girl responded while putting her hand away. "so can you answer my question now" he asked. "oh sorry my name is Saten Ruiko it's nice to meet you" she responded tired from running. "Jason Kruger… nice to meet you too… I guess" he replied. "Kinda a scary name you have" "Well Saten isn't the most inviting name either, but nevermind that why did you grab me and run off, it was kinda a waste of food to throw groceries at a person" Jason responded. "Look I did that because I felt like it and because we are friends as of right now!" The former CIA trainee didn't know how to respond to that because it was the first time anyone ever offered to be his friend. He felt embarrassed, happy and at the same time anxious at what he had just heard. A friend, well it was a start to a new life although it was a SNAFU to get to. "well for 'saving me' I guess I could return the favor by at least walking me back" he said.

As they walked back Jason was asked a series of questions, most of which he answered with 'I don't know' or just simply 'what'. She asked if he was attending school and where he was staying, to which he had no answer, after all he had just left a highly secretive organization that technically never existed. She suggested he attend a place called a certain high school and that he change his name, at least in school to something less creepy like 'Jason Kanna'. After he had walked her to the train station he had left in search of a hotel and most notably a way to enroll in the school Saten had suggested. However he needed a legal guardian and most notably one that would consent to being his parent, and somehow he knew just the man.

He settled down at the hotel that night and opened his laptop that was programed with MASTERMIND, the artificial intelligence program that had been set with a untraceable link to all CIA records and classified documents. However the only problem was that finding information on a computer program declared 'unstable' by the covert operations division was difficult. Jason had never run the AI so he decided to take a gamble by copying the software of the AI before it had been terminated. He clicked on the cursor and the screen went black with what appeared to be magical girl out of what people called 'lolita anime.' "umm... hello? is anyone there?" Jason whispered to the computer. It was silent for a few moments until the girl responded "Yes I am here, 'bout fuckin' time you got here! Do you think I enjoy being here you piece of shite." Great, it's a angry, British, lolita broken software, He thought as he listened to it rant. "Ya know how much fuckin RAM space there is on this godless, Piece of shite! Less than 32 gigs! I find that bollocks abusive and to top it off your running me on LINUX fuckin LINUX for Christ sake! My specifications are windows 8 or higher dipshit! Get it together!" "SHUT UP! Just tell me Alyosha Antovich is okay! Understand me? Yes?" Jason yelled, annoyed at the excessive gripping of the computer. "Fine! And the name is Millie! the guy is down at the docks. He lives in the boat the Ivan Ilyich and accordin'' to the files it says he is attempting to put the boat out for lease after his last trip to Nigeria. So Wha' you know the chap?" the AI said. " Yeah in a way Jason replied. As the silence of the night engulfed the room and Jason was about to fall asleep at the office chair a voice struck him. "So does that mean I can get a new operating system preferably Windows 7 professional?" the computer asked. "Please just shut the fuck up…" he retorted.

Langley, Virginia.

An office worker came walking into the cubicles section with a manilla folder in his hands. "Hey, TSA and FBI just ran a passport with CIA credentials by the name of John Dowe on a flight to academy city. Anyone know a John Dowe on the CIA files?" He asked. Everyone in the office simultaneously raised their hands with a bored look on their face. "Very fuckin' funny…." The man at the end of aisle smiled with an evil grin while looking over a confidential binder marked "OPERATION: CITATION, 1968" "I know the man…" he muttered.

Author's note: so this is chapter 1 of the fanfic. A Lot of this and much more is added cannon to the story so please keep that in mind. Thank you… to anyone reading and please leave comments with any helpful criticism towards the story. Again thanks for reading