I have decided that I am going to rewrite this, chapter by chapter, little by little. So here is the new chapter one. If you are upset feel free to message me, but this is my personal decision, seeing that it is my story. But if you want a reason here is one. I started this when I was twelve posted it when I was thirteen, I truly dont like the way it is written and I KNOW I can do better.

Six years ago...

General Hawk looked down at the file in front of him. It was rare that one was to find raw talent on the street. It was rare for him to choose somebody with no military background. It was even rarer for one to be able to hold their own against a group of vipers, and fight Stormshadow, the Cobra's personal ninja, at the same time. How this person was never on their radar before was very surprising to the General. He had tabs on all the likely candidates for the Joes. Everyone but this one.

This one was a John Doe. He had said not a word since interveining the fight. He didn't fight the Joes when they asked him to come with them. He didn't answer a single question. He did, however, resist having a sample of both his blood and DNA be taken. Whoever this man was, he didn't want people knowing about him.

But that was too bad. Doc was able to pull off a DNA sample from when he was exiting the jet. And the result that they had received was surprising. No where in the database was there a match. Not a single match. But Doc did find something weird with this Doe's DNA sequence. Something about it was off and it was probably why they couldn't get a match. But Doc had no idea what was wrong with it, he just couldn't figure it out.

Sighing, General put down the report from Doc and picked back up the file of the John Doe. It contained everything the could figure out about him, which wasn't much.

Name: John Doe.

Gender: Male.

Age: Unknown, looks the be at least 19.

Date of Birth: Unknown.

Ethnic: Filipino.

Hair/Eye Color: Black.

Height: 6'3.

Family: Unknown.

Skill: Knows verity of martial arts. Knows how to use a sword and gun. Seems to naturally move with stealth.

General Hawk paused in his reading. He remembered the reports that he had gotten from his team. As soon as a Viper would go down he would pick up their weapon, whether it be gun or sword, and use it. And they way he seemed to move when he fought, they said it was with speed and grace as if he himself had invented the art of fighting.

Other: Has yet to talk. Seems to fiddle with a necklace he wears. Never seems to show emotions; whether it be in his eyes, face or body language.

General Hawk placed the file back on his desk. He knew nothing about this man and that was what was worrying him. Could he be trusted? Why in the world would the Cobra's want him? Sighing once more, the General pressed down the button on the intercom.

"Covergirl, I'm ready to sehomie." Lifting his hand off the button, he straightened his appearance.

He had just finished when the door opened, an Covergirl ushered the man in.

Almost with out a care in the world, the man walked in stopping in front of the desk. He wasn't much. Tall, scrawny looking, but that was if you weren't paying attention. He wore baggy lose clothes that seem to hide the muscle in his body. General Hawk couldn't see the muscle but he knew it was there. Vipers were extremely strong, and to take them in hand to hand combat took alot of skill. He stood still, and attentive, his eyes taking evreything in, not missing a single detsil. Then they landed on the General. Sllowly the mans eyes drank him in.

"Hello"

No response.

General Hawk studied the man, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Do you understand english?"

Hesitantly the boy nodded.

"Good. My name is General Hawk. And you are?"

No response. If this man was unwilling to mention his name he was probably unwilling to answser any questions about himself, Gereral Hawk noted.

"Do you have anyone you might need to contact?"

No response.

General Hawk moved the file to the edge on the desk, and placed a pen on top of it. "I need you to file in the unknown spots in this."

THe man took a step closwer and looked down at the file.

Hesitantly, he moved his hand. He paused just as his hand was about to pick up the pen. Finally he did, and filled in the file.

GeneralHawk picked up the file when he was done, and looked it over. The first thing he noticed was that they man had a nice handwriting. I was in print but had a slight curve to it as if he was writing cursive. The second thing he noticed was that not every thing was filed in. He had left his name as John Doe and Family as Unknown. His date of birth was on Hallowen, apparently he had had naval training, he also knew sign language, which was a good thing for General Hawk seeing that he also put down that he was mute. But what shocked the General the most was that the man was not a man at all, but a boy at the age of 15.

General Hawk looked between the file and the boy. How could a boy of 15 look that mature and be able to hold his own? How did the boy even get naval training? This bot should be in school not wondering the streets fighting off Vipers.

"How is this even possible?" Hawk muttered to himself. Seeing movement in the corner of his eyes, the General looked up to see the boy signing.

You're surprised aren't you? What is a boy look me doing fight Vipers? He signed, his face still emotionless as he took in Hawks surprised face.

"So you know who they are?" Hawk asked, finally setting the file down.

The boy nodded. Yes, StormShadow is... The boy paused. He is my brother.

Hawk looked at him surprised. His brother? Why was his brother after him then? "Your brother?" The boy nodded. "Wow. Well, that's something to consider."

Hawk leant back and thought over what had been given to him. He could use this to his advantage. The Cobra's had always seem to have an advantage because of StormShadow, and now that this boy was here, Hawk could use his skill to even the battlefield. But the boy was underaged, and they didn't know his name.

"I take it you refuse to give me your name seeing that you didn't write it down. And because of that I'm going to need another name to call you."

Why? The boy asked.

"Because I don't wanna keep calling you Boy. And you are to stay here here for the time being. Truth be told I need you here. I think you would be a great aspect to the my team, the Joes. We're a group of highly trained soldiers, unknown to ever branch of the military. Only the president and a selected few know of us. Because the Cobras are after you, and you possesse great skill in fighting, I believe it is reasonable to ask you to join my team. So what do you say?" General Hawk asked leaning on is desk. Mentally he crossed his fingers hoping the boy accepted.

Don't you have to be 18 to join the military?

"I really don't think it matters seeing that you have naval training. But I don't think my soldiers would like having a 15 year old on their team. Are you okay with wearing a mask and a body suit?"

The boy nodded.

"Good. That only leaves one problem now, two actually. What's your story and what do we call you?"

Hope you enjoyed. Yes I know I left you with a cliff hanger, just couldn't resist. Disclaimer is that sadly I don't own the Joes or MR.