Hi guys, when my laptop broke I worked on two new stories. They are both finished, and since I've just re-watched Mission Impossible, I thought I'd post this story first! I hope you all enjoy it.

Prologue

London, England - 2002.

We all have those moments in life that throw you for six and completely change how your life is going to go. For example when I was 18, I was going to go to university and become a doctor. That was until I walked home one sunny afternoon after my last exam of collage...

I walked towards the house actually bouncing off the walls. I had finished my last exam and I was planning a lovely long summer. Me and a few friends had planned to head down to Cornwall and just enjoy the hot summer that was promised for us. I was also planning on visiting my big brother before finally packing up and getting ready to leave home. I was so excited for the summer, I had no cares, no worries, just time to kill. Time to finally enjoy myself after years of hard work studying to get into the university I wanted to get to. But fingers crossed, it would all be paying off in a few short months! I literally couldn't shake the smile off my face as I walked in.

"Hey I'm home!" I yelled walking into the house. The place seemed quieter than normal, but I figured it was because everyone was still at work. It was only three and I knew only my Mum would be in. My Dad came out of the living room, he'd been crying, his eyes were red and puffy. Instantly I clutched my message bag strap, I knew something bad must have happened because my Dad never cried. My Dad was a big man, nearly seven foot with fiery red hair and blue eyes, he wasn't the most muscular man in the world but his height mixed with his hair colour gave the impression he could be a bruiser.

"Jensen, we need... Come into the house Love." My Dad nodded to follow him back into the living room. I gripped the strap on my bag so tight that my knuckles turned white.

"What's happened?" I asked following him and I saw my Mum sat crying, sobbing on the sofa. She was clutching onto a photo but I couldn't see who it was. I knew something bad had happened, they had both been crying for a while, their eyes were red and puffy; the box of tissues on the side was empty.

"Jensen, you need to sit down." My Dad said as he sat down next to Mum, putting his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. My Mum's already small stator seemed even smaller in my Dad's arms. I could still hear her sobbing as she clutched the photo closer to herself. My Dad was shushing my Mum, rubbing small circles on her back, trying to sooth her somehow.

"Dad, you're scaring me, what's happening?" I asked sitting on the very edge of a chair. My heart race increased as I saw a glimpse of the photo in my Mum's hand.

"Kara..." My Mum said clearing her throat. "Kara darling, there was an accident early this morning. Benji was in a car that... crashed into a tanker." My Mum said sobbing as she spoke. My heart jumped into my throat and for a few minutes all I could do is sit there and stare blankly at the photo of my big brother Benji. All I could hear was a buzzing in my ears as I looked at his picture. He was my big brother, he was meant to always be there to protect me. He brought me back from hell and into the family. Without him, I wouldn't have been here. He saved me and always promised to be there for me. Now he was dead? Dead? Benji couldn't die. The buzzing got louder as I stared at his photo, that stupid grin plastered all over his face. I felt the bottom of my stomach fall as I sat there my eyes locked on his in the suddenly lifeless picture.

"Jensen?" My Dad asked snapping me from the silence, his hand touching my leg making me jump to my feet. My heart began to race, the thumping taking the place of the silence in my ears. The bottomless pit my stomach had become started to creep up within me. A cold feeling radiating from my stomach outwards. Even my legs felt like jelly, yet they wouldn't move. They were glued to the spot on the floor. I'd never felt so lost in my life.

"Are, are you sure?" I whispered out feeling the sting of tears prick my eyes. My mind was racing with a million thoughts, a million ways that they were wrong and Benji would walk through the door with a bandage on his head and tell us all that it was a big mistake. It has to be a mistake. He wouldn't leave me without saying goodbye. He promised he'd never let anything happen to me. He promised.

"Kara, I'm so sorry," My Mum sobbed getting to her feet, the tears were rolling down her cheeks in streams. "I know how close you two are..." Mum broke down, Dad instantly wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her into a hug. The cold feeling reached all my limbs as I stood there in total shock, not even the warmth from the sun could reach me now. I felt so hollow and alone.

"He can't die. He promised. He can't die." I mumbled as the tears fell down my cheeks and I continued to stare at the photo of my big brother. "He promised." I whispered to myself as I felt a twang of pain from my wrist. I glanced down and I noticed the thin red line that ran down from my fist that was grasping the bag strap. He promised...

A life changing event, that's what the death of Benji was to me, at least that's what the councillor said. From that moment my world started to spiral in a new direction. I had continued to look into Benji's death because I was not completely satisfied that he would just die in a car crash.He wouldn't leave me, not like that. He promised... I spent weeks using what Benji had shown me, hacking into different police, medical offices, traffic cam records, trying to find a crack, a way to prove he was still a live. I knew in my gut he wasn't dead. He can't be. My parents called it mourning, told me I was just stuck on the denial stage, that once I went to uni I'd move on and be able to accept it.

I didn't.

Ever.

I went to University, my first pick, and used the University to continue to hack into systems. It became my way of relaxing, hacking, and snooping for information. I didn't find anything, but I still couldn't shake the feeling in my gut. Slowly uni life pulled me away from the computer more and more. I was starting to only search on a Sunday morning when everyone else were recovering from the hangovers. Within the first couple of months I was asked to take some special tests. They appeared as e-mails from the University. At first I thought it was a joke, just some of my new friends messing with me. But I thought, what the hell, and took them. Next came a few letters asking me to show up at the language labs or physical education labs to continue with the tests. Each time I showed up the same three men stood there only talking to me to explain each test. They never gave me any information on what they expected from me. Just stone expressions and judging eyes.

Finally one Sunday morning nearly six months to the day I lost Benji, I took my washing to the laundry and the same three men approached me. "Miss Jensen, may we have a word?" The oldest of the men asked. He was tall, salt and pepper hair, dark blue eyes and had a warm smile on his face.

"Ok, look. The test's were fun, I'm sure you guys had hidden cameras and all that jazz, but really. I'm not in the mood." I said plainly, hitching my basket of laundry onto my hip.

"Miss Jensen, those tests weren't part of a prank. They were a screening process." The man continued, never looking away from my eyes. He sounded so serious that it peeked my interest, just enough to take a second glance at the man fully.

"Sure they were." I sighed, glancing at the other two men who just stood silently.

"I'm David Martin, the Director of the Omega Standard." David said holding his hand out to me.

"So, you want me to work for a watch company, huh?" I asked shaking his hand. David and the others let out a small chuckle. It was the first human response I had seen out of his two shadows since I had met them.

"Much more than that Miss Jensen, we want you to help save the world." David replied seriously, the smile leaving his face as his eyes hardened on me.

See the Omega Standard, much like the Impossible Missions Force, work globally to save the world from well itself. It's base is the UK and as such most agents were British. The Omega Standard go where they are needed, usually as a preventative measure, stopping criminals and terrorists before they can do something really stupid. The O.S have a long history of working with the I.M.F; the two agencies are the only things that keep the world safe...

So what do you all think? I hope you all enjoy this story!