A/N: Hello again! Thanks for reading this; I wrote it for my best friend's birthday and Christmas. Happy Birthday, Girl! It's currently October, so you can see how long I've been writing this. Anyway, it was totally and completely fun and amazing and I loved doing it.

So, credit. Gosh, so many people and things. Ok, I don't own CP Coulter's Dalton characters. For me, it was more about the names, but I thought I better just cover that base. Obviously, I don't own Glee. I don't own A Very Potter Musical, or Team Starkid (Starkid Potter) (but that would be totally awesome). I also don't own Harry potter. And really, I don't use story lines from anything but Glee and Starkid. Catchphrases, names and things like that are the only things I used from other shows and stories.

Chapter 1: Prologue

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." -Seneca

10 Years in the Future….

Darren

On a bright October morning, the smog was thick in the air and it was hot. I looked out over the Capitol's sky and prayed for some relief. My gray shirt was sticking to my chest and my curly hair was drenched with sweat.

I remembered the days when I didn't have to do this every day; the days when I had a loving family, and a great job, and great friends. I remembered when the world wasn't as dark and dreary and oppressed. I looked around at the other prisoners. They were working on the farms as well.

There wasn't a shred of joy to be seen in the endless field. The faces were etched in pain and sorrow. Some of the newer prisoners had a look of hope still in their eyes, but most of the eyes I saw were empty and full of despair.

I had a few days until I would be accepted into Dalton as one of them. I hated the thought of being part of them, but it was better than a harsher imprisonment or death.

Dalton was a criminal organization that had come to power in the last few years. Their takeover had been swift and quiet and before the world knew it, it was too late to do anything. Dalton was still in the shadows, the American government was still officially in charge, but everyone knew that Dalton was pulling all the strings. Most of the government officials had been killed by operatives of Dalton, but there were still the few hanging on.

I was captured because of what I had said about them. I made the mistake of saying two things about the organization during an interview. They took me that night. Officially, I was missing, but there would never be an investigation. I was stuck in an impossible situation. I had already seen fifteen prisoners killed for trying to escape or speak out against Dalton. In order to survive, I had to keep my head down and stay out of sight. I tried not to draw attention to myself.

It wasn't easy. They were always trying to sway new meat to their cause. The guards walked around and took what they wanted from you. Sometimes, they would "require" prisoners to maim or kill their family members or other prisoners they were close with. I played my part well, even if they hadn't asked me to do anything for them. I was glad I had been an actor in my previous life. It was the only thing going for me.

And in a few days' time, I would be assigned a position on the inside. I wished hard and long for a way to destroy them from the inside, but I knew it was futile. They were too strong and too powerful.

Alyssa

My partner, Kate, and I were sitting in another meeting. It was the last day before we went on our assignments. We couldn't be more excited, even if we were going to be separated.

I listened to our boss talk about the information we wanted to extract from Dalton. Most of us couldn't be more thrilled that we were finally getting some people on the inside. There wasn't a person in the room who hadn't lost someone or something to Dalton. Every one of us had lost a co-worker at the very least.

I looked around the building that we worked in. The building hadn't changed much in the five years Kate and I had been here. The building still had no color to it. The walls were white and the lights were fluorescent. At least you could see in there. That was practically the only thing going for it. The technology was out of date and I'm sure the building looked just like it did ten years ago before technology truly exploded. The government just couldn't keep up once Dalton had started pulling the strings. We were vastly behind on modern technology. It was pretty pathetic.

Kate looked bored. She was twirling her curls in her hand and doodling on the paper we had gotten for note-taking. Both of us had come up with the plans for our missions and we didn't want to hear them again.

The other faces in the room were captivated by our boss. He was explaining our plan and the rookies didn't seem to realize how difficult this plan would still be. They hadn't been with the government long enough to see just how many people get killed or captured. I had seen most of my family and friends get killed; only a few managing to stay alive in Dalton's death camps or even just alive in general.

Kate was lucky she hadn't gotten caught yet. When her sister had been taken, she had taken enormous risks to try and get her back. Now, she was on the top most wanted list in Dalton. Naturally, I was number two because I was her closest associate.

It was about ten minutes later, when our boss finished. She asked for questions and there was silence for a moment. I held my breath, hoping no one had seen the one fatal flaw we had in the plan. That flaw was that we were going into Dalton as the most wanted.

Kate looked as though she was paying attention now, but her mind was still off daydreaming. I prayed she would come back to full attention.

"Mr. Albain? Haven't we forgotten those lunatics who think they're part of that other cult? Brian Holden asked.

He was one of the brightest rookies we had. He was the one rookie that I was thrilled to have on the team. Kate and I had tried to get him on the planning committee for this operation, but of course that was "out of the question."

"Holden, you either play along with them or you arrest them. Kill them for all I care. They're a burden on this government."

Kate stopped twisting her curls. She had enough problems with the government without them actually believing they had any power.

"You do realize that really, it's more of the government being a burden on Dalton, correct?" she said aloud.

The fire had returned to her blue eyes and I tried not to smile when she called our boss out.

"We know we're not, Thompson, that's why we're going after Dalton. We're taking this country back," Bonnie replied sharply.

She stayed silent after that. She knew it was futile. Plus, she had faith in the plan. Almost as much faith as I had. Of course, life has a funny way of changing the game.

Kate

Alyssa will tell you that I wasn't paying attention during our final meeting. In some ways, she would be right. I was off in my own little world, feigning ignorance to what was going on around me. But, I can say without a doubt that I knew what was going on. I was also improving our plan a little bit. It was perfect except for a certain… limitation.

Our limitation was simply that we had no one inside of New Directions. New Directions was, simply put, the rebellion against Dalton. They were a funny group of people. Many of their members were convinced that they were part of a different reality. One in which magic and Harry Potter was real. Others dedicated themselves to the cause. They hardly slept, hardly ate and they tried to defeat everything Dalton. At least, that's what we heard.

Most of them didn't do so well. Members from Dalton would kill them if they discovered they were from New Directions and most of them were so run down or crazy that they wouldn't be able to keep the secret. It was a rough existence.

Despite how many fringe members they had, there was also a decent amount of normal people, fighting for their rights. They were mostly broken people, and they had lost more than any person should.

About a week before our final plans, I had gotten some negative intelligence about New Directions. The intelligence was extremely vague and I wanted to know what was going on. I never truly trusted New Directions as the rebel organization. There always seemed to be something off with their leader, William Schuster. It may have been my imagination, but I didn't trust him. I feared that once Dalton was taken down, they would just step into their place.

But, I needed more information to prove it. Alyssa trusted New Directions because the CIA never saw a problem with New Directions. Our bosses believed that we were all on the same side. We shared intelligence with them every once in a while, but we discovered that New Directions didn't like to share. It was like we were all a bunch of children who hadn't learned to share yet. Of course, granted, secrets in our business were our currency. Alyssa and I, well, we were rich.

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