AN! This was inspired by my cousin, known on here as Dragones, (known to me as Lizzie the Annoying), and her story The penguin Operatives. so if anything seems similar, its cos she let me use a few of her SMALLER background ideas, in exchange for a few of mine. Like the thing with Hans that will pop up in later chapters. She let me use that . Oh, and we're both british so if we got details on america wrong, sorry, never been there, but we want to! Reviewers will receive hugs!

Alexis. xxx

When Skipper walked into the office that morning, for the meeting Of Hell as she internally referred to it as, she didn't expect how much of a turnabout this would be. The meeting in her eyes, was more of a court martial regarding her actions on the last mission. So she blew up the base, so what? They had asked her to eliminate all the potential threats hiding there, and she'd done it in record time too. But obviously people didn't see it that way. Probably thought she was suicidal or something, especially after... No! Now was not the time to think of that, she had a meeting with General Millicent Pearson, for god's sake! That woman terrified her! though of course she never let it show.

As she stepped through the door without knocking, the older woman behind the desk looked up and sighed. "Well, at least you're on time."

"I'm always on time. What? you were hoping to get me on that too?"

"Skipper...despite what you might think, I'm just trying to look out for you. Your father-"

"Doesn't want anything to do with me in case I 'tread on his name'. Save it for someone who believes it Millie," Skipper was the one person who dared to speak like this to the General, who, although she'd never admit it especially to her, did care for the young captain, who she'd known since her father had moved back to the US, bringing his 17 year old daughter. To be honest, she'd felt sorry for her, her mother barely dead and buried, and her being uprooted from the only home she'd know to go to her fathers homeland. When she had dropped the accent, and picked up an American one, it had been a surprise, but Skipper never went back from it. By the time she joined the program, you wouldn't think she had been born anywhere other than America, and she never told anyone otherwise.

Skipper continued "the old man cares about me as much as a bucket of slugs. The only thing he ever did for me was get me into the program."

"Its about the program that I wanted to talk to you about. Your actions lately have been getting more and more reckless, and its only a matter of time before you get hurt." she glanced at the clock next to the door, "In the training days of the program, you always did work best with a team. One group in particular if I recall. Alexander Kowalski, Richard Collins and William Private. When working together you four always got top marks."

"Yes, so, I worked well with them? Just cut to the chase- you obviously have something planned, just spit it out."

Before the other woman could respond a knock sounded from the door and it swung open hesitantly.

A young man, who many would still see as a boy, stuck his head in. "You wanted to see me General Pearson?" his accent marking him as foreign to these shores. Upon noticing the room's other occupant his face lost the nervousness as he grinned, eyes lighting up, "Skipper!"

"Hiya kid." she acknowledged as his grin attempted to infect her façade, the small smile already tugging at her lips.

"How've you been? I tried to find you after the program, but I kept missing you by a second!"

"Private! If I could hold your attention for just one moment!" The general snapped and the boy shuffled into the room, apologising,

Just as he went to shut the door, the three of them heard footsteps thundering up the corridor towards them.

"Wait!" one of the men panted upon reaching them, "we're...here..."

"Indeed, Sergeant Kowalski, Sergeant Collins." She greeted them coolly.

The second man grinned and ran a hand over the back of his neck, awkwardly. "My fault General, was helping Kowalski and was supposed to remind him of the time."

"Indeed." she said again.

"Look," interrupted Skipper, "As good as it is to see you three again, what the duce is going on here?"

"As I said before, you are getting too reckless working solo. Meet your new team."

"What? No! You know it isn't safe! After what happened to-"

"Silence, Captain! Its this or I am forced to retire you. Kowalski, you've been fast tracked into 1st Lieutenant, Skipper here will be leader and Collins is in charge of weaponry." she stood and herded them back out the door, "Your 'HQ' is still set up from when you were with-" she saw Skipper's face and adjusted her words, "your old team."

The younger woman attempted to reason, "Ma'am, can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Nope." and the door closed in their faces.

"Hoover Dam! She has no right to-!" she stopped and looked at...her team. "Well, guess we better head to the HQ. we'll stop at the bunks on the way so you can pick up your stuff."

Yep. Her life was going straight to hell.

This was how their story continued. It had started several years before, when a new 'top secret' program was announced, that only the best could get into. Even then it was hard to gain admission, unless of course, you had someone to pull the strings.