Author's Notes:

This story will take a few chapters to get into, please be patient....and enjoy. I have added a few characters of my own, but don't worry our favorite characters from HSM will be present sooner or later :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to HSM.


Gregory Thompson leaned against the bulletproof glass of the observing tower watching the newest field agent on his team, Troy Bolton, wipe sweat off his forehead from the brutal July sun. The kid just transferred into his command from the New York branch of the CIA and was unlike anything he had ever seen in his fifteen years as Director. Hell, the kid was probably still in diapers when he took his post in New Mexico. Troy Bolton was seventeen and would be turning eighteen in October; Troy was considerably more knowledgeable than your average teenage boy, having graduated high school at a mere fifteen, that alone in itself made his records look good, not to mention two previous missions that Troy shining like the proverbial cat.

Greg was excited about the newest agent arriving on scene because it made him feel young again to have someone to bring out his youth, he was only thirty-eight, but one would beg to differ to perks in keeping up with the changing generations. Greg was hardly your 'Average Joe', standing at six foot two inches with brown hair and hazel eyes, he knew he turned heads. Greg barely turned his head when he heard the door behind him open and close revealing his partner, Natalia Gacuson, and his Assisstant, Bradley Harrelson. Natalia was for lack of a better term, sex on legs, as Greg liked to joke, she was five foot four inches with pacific islander heritage - tan skin and dark brown eyes that he could get lost in. They had been partners for nearly eleven years and knew each other like the proverbial back of their hands. Bradley Harrelson stood five foot six inches and was quite a squatty man in his late forties with a forming bald spot in the middle of his head. He had only been working with the latter two for a little over seven months and was what one would rarely call a friend. He was an excellent co-worker and did his job according to the CIA, but he always declined when invited for gatherings or when the team went to catch a drink at the bar down the street, which after four months of the same response the offers ceased to exist.

"How's he doing down there?" Natalia walked up next to Greg.

"I have never seen a seventeen year old shoot a Glock like that boy does." He responded impressed.

"Why does he keep messing with the gun after every shot?" Brad questioned.

"I honestly don't know what he is doing with the gun, I can't tell - I have been watching for the last twenty-five minutes and I haven't figured it out yet." Greg had been watching Troy shoot hitting the five point center of his target for the last three clips he placed in the gun. He no doubt knew that if Troy didn't mess with the gun after every shot, he would have had all rounds shot in less than five minutes versus the thirty five it had taken him.

"Have you briefed him on the mission, yet?" Natalia asked trying to change the subject from the young man to the topic at hand.

"No, I wanted to wait until his partner arrives." Greg said, looking at Natalia, then glancing at the door when he heard a knock, "Come in.".

Jessica Kidd, Greg's personal assistant, poked her head around the door, "Mr. Thompson, Ms. Montez has just arrived would you like for me to send her in?"

"Give us a few minutes, Jessica. Thank You. I will call you when we are ready to see her." Jessica nodded and left closing the door behind herself.

Greg turned to his team and was surprised to have them both looking at him.

"What?" He questioned.

"Your assigning him a female partner?" Natalia questioned, her eyebrows raising up her forehead.

"I didn't seem to have a problem with it when I first started missions did I, Tali?" Greg grinned when her called her Tali, his personal nickname for her.

"Apparently not." She grinned back.

"Ah-Mmm, when you too finish having eye sex, can we discuss this partner of Mr. Bolton's. I haven't heard anything about her." Brad smirked, while the other two blushed.

"Well, she is seventeen and was top of her training class in California. She is basically the female version of Mr. Bolton." Natalia slid the tan manila folder across the desk for it to land just inches in front of Brad so that he could read her records. "Her File."

Meanwhile, Greg walked over to the wall and pressed the intercom button allowing him to talk to the members on the shooting range.

"Mr. Bolton, would you mind joining me in the observation tower, your partner has just arrived." Troy glanced up at the tinted glass and seen his boss looking down at him; with a nod of his head he removed the clip from his government issues Glock .40 Cal and pulled back the hammer back causing the bullet that remained in the chamber to pop into the air, with his fast reflexes he caught and pocketed the bullet along with the clip placed his gun in the holster currently hanging off a shoulder harness on his left pectoral muscle. He glanced up, smiled and threw pseudo salute at his boss, who was currently shaking his head with a smirk.

Natalia went over to the phone on the table that was located in the center of the room and dialed Jessica's extension; it was time for the partners to meet and be briefed.


Let me know if you like it - I like both good and bad reviews. It helps as a writer on what I need to improve. This chapter is not very long, I wanted to see what you thought and whether or not this story actually has a chance - think of it as an appetizer. If you so choose, my future chapters will be considerable longer than this. All grammar mistakes are my own.

WYN