I'M BACK! With a brand new, original story. (If anyone was wondering, I've changed my pen-name and it was previously PerfectPiranha) It's a write and post type thing so, essentially, updates depend on you (the reader) and your responses as I go. Any questions or concerns along the way, feel free to review or message me. I'm totally accessible.

I was planning on posting this first chapter tomorrow but I wasn't busy today so I thought 'hell, why not?'

Anyways, make sure to let me know what you think and things that you find interesting/boring etc. Ily guys :)

"Access granted." a computer automated voice droned as a woman swiped her pass against the security check-in. The lights on the side of the security machine changed to green, indicating that the access had indeed been granted. "Have a nice day."

Security check-in was always a nuisance, but it was necessary. It kept the wrong sorts of people out. This seemed to puzzle the woman though, as she wondered why anyone would ever want to investigate the abandoned farm building that she worked in. Yet even though the old farm building looked broken and abandoned from the outside, it was far from it. The interior of the building was sleek and modern, technologically programmed and well-known to the people who worked there as the best building in the business. The farm building also looked relatively small compared to what was inside. The structure went down to the underground, and what looked like a two-story farm-house was actually a twelve-story head-quarter.

Clutching her fingers tightly onto her backpack, the woman strode towards the elevators. She stepped confidently into the square metal contraption and tried her best to ignore the other people in it. She was never one for small talk and she certainly wasn't one for socializing. socializing with people was degrading, especially when those people had a lower IQ. People were a nuisance, like most other things in the world.

However, it was important to keep a civil and respectful relationship with those that she worked closest with (those with higher IQs such as her own). After seeing one of her colleagues, she smiled politely. "Morning Agent Bolton."

"Good morning Agent Knight." The man replied good-naturedly. This was just a normal day at the office for them, nothing out of the ordinary. And although their jobs took them to strange and far-out places to do strange and far-out things, they wouldn't give it up for the world.

"Level 7 approaching." The automated voice droned again.

Several people stepped briskly out of the elevator. None of them said a word as they left; obviously not having enough courage to speak to the people they'd left behind. It was a shame, really, that none of them said anything to Agent Knight as they'd never have noticed the nervous undertone to her voice otherwise.

"Going down."

This was perhaps the dreariest part of her day. Well, apart from briefing, although that only occurred once a week. During the briefing meetings, she'd have to see everyone else and listen to them go on and on about their own idiotic mistakes.

"Level 8 approaching." The computerized voice announced. The doors of the elevator slid open as more people began to pile out.

Once the doors closed and they were officially alone, Agent Bolton turned to her and whispered, "Nervous about today's meeting?"

It had been announced the day before that there would be a briefing – a very important briefing – and that each and every one of them should prepare themselves for something big. There were rumors flying about; some people had suggested that the director was retiring whilst others thought that the corporation was being closed down. Of course, Agent Knight knew that this was childlike speculation and that neither of those prospects seemed remotely true.

"Going down."

"On the contrary Carl," she stated with her ever-famous poker face, "I couldn't care less."

But Agent Knight obviously did care, more than she'd like to let on .Those who truly knew her the most (aka no-one) wouldn't have been able to miss the chipped and bitten nails that she was sporting today, although they were hidden by the fact that her hands were balled into fists. And one couldn't help but notice as she gulped audibly, dreading the decision the director could have determined.

"You know," Bolton began again, "You don't have to put up this barrier around me. I'm pretty sure there're some feelings inside there somewhere."

"Level 11 approaching."

"We're professionals Agent Bolton, we aren't meant to feel emotion."

The doors slid open for the third time in their short journey and they both stepped out onto the 11th floor. The pair walked briskly along the corridors, not whispering another word between them. There was a cannon of calls saying "Morning Agent Knight" and "Agent Bolton, nice to see you." Eventually, the pair made it to the meeting room where the briefing was to be held.

Agent Knight checked her watch. 6:44 AM. Just in time.

Bolton and Knight entered the drawing room to see everybody else already seated. Along the left were Agent Koshkov, Agent Thomas and the new rookie, Agent Marvolo. Seated on the right was Agent Sperling and either side of him were the two empty seats.

"Ah, nice of you to join us, Bolton, Knight, have a seat." The director smiled from the head of the table. The two sat down, both of them cautious about the fact that the director was smiling. Maybe it was his last day.

And then his face dropped.

"Now that we're all here," the director started to speak, "We need to get straight down to business. I'm sorry, but there will be no weekly recap today. There is limited time for this meeting and it's important that I get this information to you. This briefing will be brief as there's only so much detail I can give you all.

The director took a dramatic pause. He glance quickly over at Agent Bolton which would've been unnoticeable to everyone had Agent Knight not been watching him intently. The director finally sighed and announced, "It's time."

"It's time for what?" Agent Knight asked under her breath but her question seemed to go unnoticed.

Strangely enough, Agent Bolton seemed to immediately realize what the director was talking about. His eyebrows shot to the heavens as if this was the last thing he'd been expecting. "I thought this wasn't going to be happening for years..."

"I'm afraid we can't put it off for any longer. The Electric Accomplice has launched another attack on the British. There were 17 electric bombings up and down the coast. It was announced this morning that Britain has gone under –"

"As in under the water?" Agent Koshkov interrupted.

"I'm afraid so." The director answered. "That's a loss of 72 million innocent people. There are now 8,540,930,000 left on this planet. We can't afford to delay this any longer; serious actions will need to take place."

"What will we do, director?" Agent Sperling asked.

"It's unavoidable now. We'll have to consider Operation Metal Rivet." A few audible gasps could be heard and a couple of protests rang out across the table. The director ignored these as he spoke again. "It's time."

Agent Koshkov spoke up again. "But those documents have been filed away, untouched, for years! No-one alive knows what is in them apart from –"

"Apart from Agent Bolton and myself, you're right. That's why I simply cannot reveal to you anymore than that."

"Sir, Operation Metal Rivet is only to be used in case of world domination or, heaven forbid, world doom. It can't be that serious, can it?" the newbie, Agent Marvolo, piped up.

It was clear to anyone who'd been working there long enough that Marvolo was obviously new. This wasn't due to that fact that his face hadn't been seen around there before because anyone could decipher that. It was more to do with the fact that he was constantly parroting all the information he'd been taught in training. Agent Knight kept quiet, but this thought couldn't help but creep into her mind. Everyone knew that Operation Metal Rivet was only to be used if either WD situations took place but it was ultimately the director who made these decisions and if he deemed it WD status then that was that, no arguments.

"Marvolo, button it." Agent Bolton ordered strictly.

"And I believe that's the end of the briefing. Your folders and assignments for this week can be found in your lockers. If there are any further questions, please ask Ms Alban who will be in my office all week. If Knight and Bolton could stay, the rest of you may go." The director requested.

The four agents filed out of the room grumbling to themselves and walking towards the lockers. Bolton and Knight remained seated, waiting for the director to speak again. Agent Knight didn't understand why she was held behind. If only Bolton and the director knew what those files contained, why did it concern her? Would she be enlightened on what was happening? Or would she be requested as an assistant for Bolton? Agent Knight hated being someone's puny assistant and playing the puppet. She was more than capable of controlling her own assignments and didn't need to be following around some hotshot under the name of Carl Bolton.

As soon as the meeting room door closed and they were alone, Bolton began to speak. "She's not ready."

"You might not think so, Bolton, but I know she is. And we can't wait any longer." The director replied calmly.

"Director, what if she messes this up? We only have one shot to get this right."

Agent Knight had a strange feeling that the two men were talking about her, although not directly to her. She wasn't used to being ignored like this and felt it degrading. All this 'she' stuff – Agent Knight was sitting right there! It was thoroughly unbecoming.

"It's now or never." The director sighed, "Knight, how old are you? Twenty-eight?"

"I'm thirty-six." She replied, rather annoyed.

The director turned back to Bolton. "We need to do this now. Twenty years is the biggest hole we can make. You can only stretch the fabric of time so much before it rips. And you know what kind of consequences that can have. She needs to do this or The EA will take over. They're not wasting time and we can't afford to do that either –"

"Hey, can someone tell me what you're rabbiting on about or did you just bring me in here for the scenery?" Agent Knight interrupted. To be quite frank, Agent Knight didn't enjoy being out of the loop. She was one of those people who liked to be in control. She wasn't a control-freak; it was more like she was afraid of hysteria.

"Ah, Agent Knight, yes. We have lots to discuss, but not here. Knight, Bolton, follow me." The director nodded as he stood from his chair at the head of the table.

The three of them left the meeting room in silence. Agent Knight found it hard to control the thoughts that had begun to seep into her mind as the director led her and Bolton back through the corridors. She finally came to the conclusion that the director was taking them to a different floor because (1) he was walking along the familiar path to the elevator and (2) he had said that they 'couldn't speak here'.

One must never doubt Agent Knight's deduction skills.

What first appeared as a normal day at the office had turned into something quite different. Knight cracked her knuckles in apprehension, preparing herself for whatever the director had to tell her. As they reached the elevator, the director stood aside for Knight and Bolton to step in first. He then entered the elevator behind them. Pressing the button for Level 12, the director sighed as the doors closed.

"You won't like this Knight; you won't like this one bit." Bolton whispered lowly into Agent Knight's ear.

"I gather that you've heard of Operation Metal Rivet?" the director asked.

Knight nodded.

"Well, have you ever had a guess at what it could be?"

Knight shook her head.

"Operation Metal Rivet is an anagram." Bolton told her, as if it was completely obvious.

"What those files really contain, is the information for Operation Time Travel." The director told her. Before Agent Knight could protest against or even question that last sentence, the director continued by saying. "Welcome to Level 12."

Neither Agent Bolton nor Agent Knight had ever been down to Level 12. The employees on Level 11 all called the last level the 'Nerd Level'. Level 12 was filled to the brim with scientists, all in labs wearing stereotypical white lab coats and hairnets. Agent Knight enjoyed talking to people with high IQs like her own but these freaks had IQs that were too high. Knight was known for being fussy.

The doors slid open and the director carried on walking as if he'd been down those corridors a thousand times. He smiled at a couple of people as he walked past, not bothering to turn back for Bolton and Knight.

"Operation Time Travel?" Agent Knight asked in an exasperated voice. "You mean to say that the corporation as been capable of time travel for years and no-one has known about it?"

"If you need me to dumb it down for you then yes, that's exactly what I mean to say." Bolton replied with an obvious hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I don't need you to dumb anything down for me Carl; everyone knows that I'm a better agent than you." Knight retorted.

"Only time will tell." He smirked.

The important man (who was dressed in a smart suit), the suave spy (decked out in black skinny jeans and a grey polo shirt) and the young woman (fully clad in slim black leather pants and a white tight-fitting vest wearing a sour expression), turned left and continued walking until the old man said, "Ah, here we are."

The director clicked the handle of the wooden door at the end of the corridor. It slowly pushed itself open. It was revealed that inside there was a laboratory – it was the kind of laboratory that every young budding doctor could only dream to have one day. Peering around, Agent Knight could tell that this place was well cleaned and organized. Labelled bottles, files and boxes lined the shelves of three of the four walls in the room. The fourth wall hung a huge whiteboard that was slightly discolored due to frequent use. The center of the room held a lab table with various tools and utensils and off to the side of the room was a desk with a computer on it. Needless to say, both Knight and Bolton were quite impressed.

Standing at the head of the huge table was one of the lab geeks themselves. Agent Knight could tell he was a relatively young one, around his early twenties, but he was also clearly intelligent far beyond his years.

"Hortense, meet Agent Knight and Agent Bolton. Knight, Bolton, this is Hortense Mitchell."

Hortense nervously twiddled his thumbs before extending his arm out and shaking both Knight's and Bolton's hands. He then stepped back away from them, as if he thought they would kill him for making one wrong move. He seemed anxious about something. He began to speak, "Hello Agent B-Bolton, Agent Knight-t... I h-have heard an awful l-l-lot about you b-both. Welcome to m-my lab... Well, it's n-not really my lab b-because it belongs t-to the corporation so it t-t-technically doesn't belong to me. I mean... bleep blap bloop."

The director chuckled, "You know, Hortense, you sound just like your father."

This seemed to encourage Hortense to beam and stick out his chest a bit with pride. He flashed a dimpled smile before silently indicating for Knight and Bolton to follow him. He walked over to his computer and began talking as he typed. No-one could help but notice that his stutter had now mysteriously disappeared. "Operation Metal Rivet's data files are stored in this computer. Obviously, the originals are still locked in the safe but I thought I should make some back-up copies. I've been looking at my father's previous work and I think I've finally cracked it, I really do. It's been an honor to step into my father's footsteps and even greater one to have fulfilled his life's work. I think it's safe to say, sir, that Operation Metal Rivet is ready. It's time."

It was like every word of what Hortense had said just flew right over Agent Knight's head. Very little managed to get passed her, but she had no understanding of anything revolving around this operation. She needed some answers.

As if the director could read her mind, he said, "Hortense's father, Dr Hortense Mitchell, was one of the greatest scientists the corporation has ever had. Of course, young Hortense here is named after him. His father wasn't really known for being Hortense though – have you ever heard of Dr Logan?"

"Of course, he's legendary."

"Yes, well he's the same man. Hortense here is actually Hortense Mitchell Jr. He's taken after his father with his brains too and Hortense Jr over here has recently taken over the work on Operation Metal Rivet. The Electric Scare in 2014 wiped out the first elite, as you know, which included the ever famous Dr Logan. However Hortense's mother, Agent Roberts, was on a mission at the time so lo and behold, little Hortense has been training ever since."

Hortense suddenly became uncomfortable again, as if he didn't want two random strangers knowing his entire life history. And anyway, there were tons of more important questions that Agent Knight had in mind.

"Now, I know you want answers Agent Knight. I suspect you're wondering why I even brought you here, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"Operation Metal Rivet is a project that has been a work in progress since 2003. At the time of the Electric Scare, Operation Metal Rivet was merely an idea – a theory if you like. Since then, various scientists have been working on the possibility of time travel. This time travel theory could have the potential of stopping the EA and it was one that brought us all hope after the annihilation of the first elite."

Bolton nodded as if he knew what the director was saying. Knight was still clearly lost.

"The idea of Operation Metal Rivet," the director continued, "Was that one agent, the one who had the most significant impact on the build up to the Electric Scare, would be sent back in time to prevent it. This agent, at the time, didn't know anything about the Electric Accomplice and was just as oblivious as the rest of the world. Now the EA are going to want to make sure the world knows exactly who they are. I'm afraid to say that we're looking at a WD situation. This one agent will need to go back in time to prevent this entire mess that we're in today. If they do this right, they can prevent the Electric Scare, save the first elite and stop the EA for good."

"Okay." Agent Knight nodded, trying to take it all in. "So do you need me to train them? I can sure teach them how to pack a punch. And I'm sure it'll be useful if I tell them how to kill a man with one swift move. Gets me out of trouble every time..."

"No." The director said.

Bolton smirked.

"No?"

"Agent Knight, that one agent is you."