A.N.- Okay, here is a new story that I got the sudden inspiration for. I hope you will enjoy it! :D

Chapter 1: A Meeting with Commander Gray

"Fastah, Thomas! Fastah!" Trixy Guen exclaims to the boy running right next to her. Trixy is a girl with long blond hair tied back into a ponytail with a pink ribbon, dark blues eyes, and is wearing white tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a pink t-shirt.

"I'm running as fast as I can already, Trixy!" Thomas Tux pants back at Trixy. Thomas is a boy with short dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and is wearing a white t-shirt, black tennis shoes, and blue jeans.

"Well, then run even fastah!" Trixy pants and rolls her eyes. "Do you want to be caught by them?!"

"Of course I don't want to be! But, I can't run any fastah!" The two teenagers run around a corner and into a small alley. They skid to a stop as they run to the very end of the alley and reach a brick wall.

"Buckingham! A dead end!" They turn around with their backs to the wall. The sounds of tennis shoes pounding on sidewalk echo throughout the alley as some shadows run across the alley's walls. "Quick, Tom, give me a boost!" Thomas nods and leans down for Trixy to climb up onto his shoulders. Trixy then scrambles up onto the top of the wall. She reaches her small hand down for Thomas; he takes it gladly and scrambles up the wall, also.

"Come back here you cowards!" One of the other kids that is chasing after them shouts after seeing them on the top of the wall. Trixy and Thomas glance back at them over their shoulders, and then jump down from the wall on the other side. They hit the ground running and do not stop until they have raced inside a big white house with black window shutter and door. They slam the door and lock it behind them.

"Th-That was close…" Thomas stutters as they both slide down the door, panting hard.

"You're telling me, Tom." Trixy says as she stands back up and dusts herself off. She turns around and looks at Thomas. "I'd still love to know why the Buckingham they chase us?! What have we evah done to them?"

Thomas shrugs and holds up a hand. Trixy takes it and half pulls him, half helps him up. "I don't know, Trix…Maybe Lewis or Uncle Nigel would know?" He suggests.

"Maybe…Speaking of Lewis; when is he supposed to come back from work?" She asks.

"I don't really know…He just said that he'd be back tonight…"

"Gosh, you'd think that a lieutenant would be able to give a more specific time than that!...But, then again, he is Lewis."

Thomas nods. "Yes, he is indeed Lewis."

Trixy nods also. "How's your head, by the way?" She asks and looks at him.

"My head?"

"Yes, your head…Wasn't it your head that they hit with a shoe?"

"Ohhhhh! Yes, it was my head…I think it is fine."

Trixy nods. "Alright." She sets her backpack down on the floor near the tan couch and walks off to the kitchen. Thomas also sets his backpack down and then follows her. Trixy gets out some tuna salad out of the refrigerator and some bread and two plates off a shelf. "Well, at least school's finally ovah for the year, right?" She smiles and sets the plates, bread, and tuna salad on the table.

Thomas nods. "Yeah…It'll be nice to go a couple months without being chased home and having things thrown at our heads."

"Too true." Trixy gives a small laugh. She gets two non-sharp knives out of a cutlery drawer and brings them to the table. Thomas takes one, a plate, and two slices of bread and makes a tuna salad sandwich. Trixy does the same.

"Too bad I won't be here all summah…" Thomas mumbles as he finishes spreading the tuna salad on his sandwich bread.

Trixy looks up at him from her sandwich. "What?"

Thomas looks at the table. "Lewis told Cecelia, George, and I that we are all going to the States for most of the summah…" He says quietly. He looks back at Trixy. "I don't want to go, though. I really, really don't."

Trixy continues to look at him. "So…You'll be gone all summah, again and I'll be stuck with Jenna and William?" She asks with a sigh. "Great…" She mumbles sarcastically and takes a bite of her sandwich.

Thomas nods slowly and takes a bite of his own sandwich. After a moment he swallows and says, "Maybe…Maybe we could ask your mum and see if you could come with us?"

Trixy nods. "I hope she'll say yes. I don't want this summah to be like last summah…That was soooooo boring!" She takes another bite of her sandwich. "I mean…I read all of my books in two days, memorized Romeo and Juliet in a week, and I even figured out how to hack William's laptop in a couple of days! That summah was a total waste!"

Thomas looks at her. "You hacked your brothah's computah?"

Trixy shrugs. "I did…There wasn't anything interesting on it, though."

Thomas continues to look at her. "You hacked your brothah's computah?" He says again, surprised.

Trixy looks at him a bit strangely and nods. "Yeeees. I hacked his computah."

"Why?"

She shrugs again. "Because I could and he had 'borrowed' my diary…I still haven't gotten that back from him…" She frowns and takes another bite of her tuna salad sandwich.

Thomas nods slowly. "Oh…Okay." He says and then finishes his sandwich. They then hear the door open and close and turn their heads towards the living room. "I guess that'd be Lewis…"

"No, Kowalski, you IDIOT!" Marissa Zaleńska exclaims with a face-palm. Marissa is a tall woman in her late-twenties with mid-length black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. She has on a pair of brown glasses making her green eyes look a bit larger than normal and a long white lab coat. She glares at the other scientist next to her. He is also tall, with short black hair that is kind of sticking up a little from some static electricity. He looks back at her with a pair of protective goggles on over his blue eyes. "I said nothing about electricity! I said it needed have a cup of shock! Shock as in what you put in pools! Not electrical shock! I thought you had enough intelligence in that tiny brain of yours to know what I meant!"

"Well, EXCUSE ME that not two seconds ago you were talking about lightning and then told me to shock it! How was I supposed to know that you and your moronic mind were on a stupid tangent again?!" Kowalski Malara shouts back, throwing his arms up in emphases.

"It was not stupid! You are the stupid one for not being able to keep up with my higher intelligence!"

Kowalski snorts. "Higher intelligence?! Higher intelligence my foot! An amoeba has more intelligence than you!"

"An amoeba?!" Marissa gives a snort of laughter. "Is that the worst insult you and your imbecilic mind could conjure up? Oh, pity." She taps him on the nose and then walks over to a group of chemicals and some beakers.

Kowalski glares at her and then rolls his eyes and walks over to the complete other side of the room to a computer. "Imbecilic mind…Imbecilic mind, indeed…" He mumbles and presses a few keys on the computer's key board.

Rachel Antonio, a young woman in her early twenties with short black hair and long purple bangs and blue eyes, sits back in her seat. She is holding a small cell phone up to her ear as she does so. "I know, Alejandro, I know…" She says. She grabs a magazine off a shelf near her and begins to flip through it. "Sí, I'll be careful." She rolls her eyes. "Adios, Alejandro." She hangs up and tosses the phone a little bit away from her on the desk. A knock is then heard on the door. "Come in." She says.

"Hola, Rachel." A woman with green streaks in her long black hair says as she opens the door and enters.

"Oh, hola, Carmelita." Rachel smiles at her.

Carmelita nods and sits down on the edge of Rachel's bed. "So…You're leaving tomorrow?" She asks.

Rachel nods. "Sí…I have the possibility for my first recruitment for a team." She smiles excitedly. "I have to go all the way to Tennessee for it, though…"

Carmelita gives her a very small smile. "Well…Good luck, Maite and I will miss you, you know?"

"I'll miss you two, too!" Rachel says. She walks over to Carmelita and gives her a hug. "I'll make sure and come and visit at my first opportunity. Promise."

Carmelita nods with a smile. "You better…"

"General Garrison, the files, please?" Commander Grace Gray, a woman in her mid-forties, in a military uniform says to a man standing near her. She tucks a strand of graying hair that has loosed itself from her bun back behind her ear. General Garrison, a man in his late-forties, also in military dress nods and hands her a stack of files. "Thanks." Commander Gray takes the files and then slides them across the table to the two people across the table from her; Skipper and Skippsy Davis.

The woman with short, bob-styled black hair and ice blue eyes takes the files and opens one. She hands the other to her twin brother, Skipper, a man with military-styled, close cut black hair and ice blue eyes. They are both in their mid-thirties. Skippsy looks curiously at the files. "What are these, Commander?" She asks glancing up at Commander Gray.

Commander Gray puts her hands together with her elbows on the table and looks back at Skippsy. "Files for your new teams."

"NEW TEAMS?!" Skippsy and Skipper both exclaim with open mouths.

Commander Gray nods. "Yes, new teams. I know that neither of you fully believe that Manfredi, Johnson, Bethany, or Nicole are gone…But, it is time to face the facts; they've been MIA for a little over two months now, they're most likely dead."

Skipper and Skippsy shake their heads. "No. No, I will not accept another team…Not yet." Skipper says. He then stands up and walks out of the room. General Garrison watches him leave. He glances questioningly at Commander Gray; she shakes her head. General Bob nods and goes back to leaning against the wall.

Skippsy sighs. "Alright…So, who all were you thinking of, Commander?" She asks quietly as she glances through the files.

"As your lieutenant I have plans to transfer Marissa Zaleńska, a scientist and an excellent strategist from the Warsaw base and as your sergeant I plan for rookie weapons specialist Rachel Antonio of the Lima base." Commander Grace says.

Skippsy nods. "And who for a private?"

"Private?" Commander Gray asks.

"Yes, private…"

Commander Gray face-palms. "I knew I was forgetting something…Drat…" She looks back at Skippsy. "I don't have you any privates planned out yet. I'll message you as soon as I do, though, okay?"

Skippsy nods. "Alright, Commander." She says. She then stands up. "I guess I'll go round up Skipper…It may be best just to toss his team members at him without his knowing…"

Commander Gray nods. "Probably so, yes…" Skippsy nods and then leaves. General Garrison watches her leave and then sits down at the table beside Commander Gray. Commander Gray looks at him. "Find me some possible privates, please, Bob."

General Garrison nods. "Sure thing, Grace." He gives a smile. "Where would I find one?" He asks a bit jokingly.

Commander Gray shrugs. "In the files…In a training base…Family members of current agents…You know, places like that." She says.

General Garrison nods. "Of course, of course…Report any findings directly to you?"

"Duh." Commander Gray says with a small laugh. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Bob, I have a meeting I need to go to." She then stands up and walks out of the room. General Garrison follows her out.