It takes nearly 295 days of inspection when the so-called "creepy guys in jackets" finally make their first move. A letter is forged to both of the girls' families from their school. They are asked to meet at a popular restaurant in a derelict part of town. The girls' parents don't question it, they are always invited to different celebrations with the school. This one seems no different. There's the same school logo, the same signature from the principle, the same text… everything.

What happens, however, is definitely not a school celebration. It has nothing to do with William McKinley elementary school at all.

As usual, the Pierce family arrives at 'Breadstix' early. The streetlights have inconveniently broken and a thick layer of clouds hides the moon. Now, most people wouldn't normally have noticed this. Or at least not until they were approached by the very men you've had your suspicions about for a while.

"NSA, come with us please," says the tall skinny brown haired man as he shows a shiny gold badge on his chest.

Mr. Pierce is worried. He has noticed these men for just over a year now and is worried for his family.

"No way. I'm with my family, what is wrong?" Mr. Pierce says, shielding Brittany from view.

"Please sir. This is something that you won't regret. My name is Percy Waddon. It's about your family, more so your daughter. We think she's got something incredible, and we'd like-"

"What do you mean she's got something incredible? She's 6 years old… What do you want with us? " Mr. Pierce asks calmly. He doesn't know why, but he trusts Percy. He doesn't feel as threatened as he did at first.

"Look, please just come with us. You can keep your cell phones if you don't trust us. We are part of the military ourselves. If you're not convinced within 30 minutes, you are free to go." Percy says. His co-worker nods in agreement. He stays silent, however.

"How about you come in our car? And I drive. My wife and daughter stay here. Any funny business and you're gone." Mr. Pierce says. Mrs. Pierce lets out a whimper of fear.

"Just go to the restaurant honey, it will be fine." Mr. Pierce says giving his wife a kiss on the cheek.

"It's a deal. But we must wait for another family first. You know of the Lopez family, yes?" Percy asks.

Brittany lets go of her mother's hand and tries to walk forward to speak to Percy herself, but her mother pulls her back. She doesn't want Brittany talking to a stranger. Mr. Pierce may think that these two men are okay to talk to, but Mrs. Pierce definitely doesn't want Brittany being near them right now.

"Is Santana coming, too?" Brittany asks. She sees enough of Santana everywhere she goes.

"Shh, Brittany," Mrs. Pierce scolds.

"Yes, her family has been asked to come, too. Whether they listen or not is up to them," Percy smiles at Brittany.

"Right then, erm, shall we go and wait in the car?" Mr. Pierce asks.

"Sure. It definitely beats being out here in the cold." Percy says.

Soon enough, the Lopez family arrives. Both Mr and Mrs Lopez are apprehensive about whether to trust the men claiming to be in the NSA or not. Mr Pierce explains that he will be going alone with the FBI and asks Mr Lopez to join him. Mr. Lopez agrees almost instantly and was thinking of doing the same thing.

Mrs. Lopez and Mrs. Pierce wave as they drive down the road in Mr. Pierce's car.

"Mommy, is Daddy going to be okay?" Santana asks quietly.

"Yes, I think so, honey," Mrs. Lopez says, forcing a smile. She can't deny that she's a little worried. She looks over at Mrs. Pierce and feels slightly relieved when she's not the only one trying to put a brave face on for her daughter.

"Let's go get a table… Sorry my love, I don't know your name?" Mrs. Lopez asks kindly.

"My name is Debbie." Debbie says as she holds out her hand. "I'm afraid I don't know yours, either." She smiles.

"Elisa." Mrs. Lopez returns the handshake and smiles. "Pleased to meet you."

The ladies make their way inside as they try to act brave in front of their daughters.

Meanwhile, over with Mr Pierce and Lopez, things are going more calmly than they imagined.

"Please take us to somewhere quiet, where we aren't likely to be overheard," Percy asks politely.

"Can you at least tell us what this is about?" Mr. Lopez asks.

"This is about your daughters. We think they would be of great use to us," Percy says.

"To us? What do you mean 'to us'? They are children," Mr. Lopez replies.

"Well, to the government. Your daughters have the perfect record for becoming everything we need in the future," Percy says. "Just pull over there, please," He says, pointing to an empty side road besides a field.

"But our girls are only 6 years (old)!" Mr. Lopez says.

"Yes, this is something we are aware of, sir. But the girls aren't going to work for us straight away. They will endure years and years of training. It won't be easy, but it will be totally worth it in the end," Percy says.

"But what will our girls become? Why do they need training? What is this 'future' you're speaking of?" Mr. Lopez asks. Mr. Pierce nods in agreement.

"They will help serve and protect the country from criminal masterminds and terrorists. They would need training for many different purposes – to help prepare for what things they will see, to physically train them as you would for someone in the military, to help them learn the best way to protect themselves from weapons, to learn how to prevent a bomb from exploding… The possibilities of what your girls will be able to accomplish are endless," the other agent says, talking for the first time that night. He has a very deep voice that makes both Mr. Pierce and Lopez understand that he's not someone to be messed with. Percy nods his head in agreement.

Mr. Pierce and Lopez pause for a moment as they think through what has just been said.

"This sounds dangerous," Mr. Pierce says quietly.

"Oh, we cannot promise that it won't be dangerous. But your girls will be trained to deal with dangerous situations. They will be wearing protective gear almost all the time. They won't be out in what we call 'the real world' until their early 20's," Percy says.

"What's in it for our girls?" Mr. Lopez asks, but he's pretty sure he knows the answer.

"This is a rare job opportunity that many people dream of. They will have 6 figure salaries. Possibly even more later in life. Not only do they have a great salary once they begin work, but they have a monthly income the day they start training. While it may only be a couple thousand a month, it's something the girls can feel proud of." Percy says.

"One more thing," Mr. Lopez says. "How did you find our girls?"

"Oh, it was quite easy. We just looked at the top grades in all the elementary schools and from there we asked teachers and principles about children who they believed would be successful. We asked about their families, too. We needed people who were trustworthy. Your girls were our best bets from McKinley Elementary, which had the best grades in the state. Even though they were some of the youngest children there. That's how we knew we had to find them and speak to you," the other agent says.

"Can we think about it? What if our girls don't want to do this job?" Mr. Pierce asks.

"You can have all the time you need. Within reason, of course. Your daughters will be able to start training at their new school whenever you're ready."

"New school?" Mr. Lopez asks. "We've only just settled in here. How far away is this new school?"

"More or less 1,500 miles," the other agent says.

Mr. Lopez frowns. This is not something he expected. Hell. This whole meeting wasn't something he expected.

"We have to move to another state?" Mr. Lopez asks.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. But fortunately, we find suitable houses for the both of you, your jobs can be relocated if you wish and we give you a $5,000 bonus every month. Please consider our offer," Percy says.

Again, Mr. Pierce and Lopez sit in silence as they think about what they will say to their wives.

"Why do you need the girls at this age? Why not have them when they are older?" Mr. Pierce asks.

"Because we believe that training them from a young age leads to a better outcome both for the girls and for the country. Your girls aren't the only children to have been picked. There have been about two children picked from every state. We think that having them at this age, giving them a psychologist, someone to talk to about anything they like, will help them decide whether or not they like this opportunity or not," the other agent says. Mr. Pierce wants to know his name and tries to not so subtly look for a name tag.

"Do you really think that as someone from the NSA, I'd be wearing a name tag?" The other agent says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, it would be nice to know your name," says Mr. Pierce shyly.

"You can call me Agent S. Or just S, if that's easier," Agent S says.

"Thanks, S. So, why would our girls need a psychologist? Are they subject to seeing things that could scar them?" Mr. Pierce asks.

"They will have psychologists to help us understand whether this is too much for them or not. This is something new. We have never done something like this before – trained children from a young age. Maybe people think it's wrong, but it could lead to a better and safer future for everyone. If the psychologists believe that this training is causing any of our children unnecessary stress, we will let them leave the program and help the family with any issues needed," Agent S says, patiently.

Percy and Agent S understand that it will take the parents time to think about it. They ask Mr. Pierce to drive them back to their vehicle parked outside of 'Breadstix' and give them both a card to take home and call them once they have made a decision.

Mr. Lopez and Pierce wave to the agents as they drive away. They know full well that their wives are staring out the window at them, anxious of what they've been spoken to about. They make their way to the restaurant to sit down with their wives, both unsure of how they will react.

Of course once they both sit down, they are bombarded with questions. Mr. Lopez invites the Pierce family to stay the night at his house to talk about everything in a safer environment. The Pierces accept the offer, but decide to go home to get a change of clothes.


30 minutes later, both families arrive at the Lopez mansion and tell the girls to go play upstairs.

"Want to play with my Barbie dollies?" Brittany asks, happily. She doesn't have friends at her house very often. Even though she gets annoyed at Santana being everywhere she goes, she's excited to have her first sleep over. She is excited to show Santana her new Barbie toys she got for her birthday.

"Dollies are for babies. Don't you ever read story books?" Santana asks.

Brittany frowns, not expecting to be insulted.

"You're mean. Big girls play with dollies, too!" Brittany says.

"Yeah, big baby girls! So, you don't want to read a story with me?" Santana asks, trying not to roll her eyes.

"Okay." Brittany says, trying not to cry. She doesn't understand how someone can be so mean.

"Don't cry," Santana says quietly. "I didn't mean to make you sad. I don't like seeing girls cry."

"Okay," Brittany says wiping her eyes. "Why don't you like seeing girls cry? What about boys crying?"

"Because boys are stupid and smelly," Santana says.

"Oh yeah!" Brittany agrees.


"They want our daughters to be working with bombs and capturing terrorists? No way! Absolutely not!" Elisa says, thinking her husband and guest are crazy.

"I have to agree," Debbie says. "I don't think I like the idea of this. They are so young…"

"I agree that they're young. But they will be trained to deal with the troubles they would face. They will be heroes, honey," Mr. Pierce says.

"Yes Peter, of course I know that. And I think the idea of her being a hero is great, but it's also terrifying. My baby girl…" Debbie mumbles.

"They will have salaries which are beyond our dreams… Even more than I earn, Elisa," Mr. Lopez, who is a well-paid doctor, says.

"I don't like it at all, Antonio," Elisa says. "Money is nothing. What if they are unhappy?"

"They will have a psychologist who will look after their mental health. If they aren't happy, they can leave. They earn money as soon as they start. Think of what they could do! Who they would protect!" Antonio says.

"Oh yeah, and how much will that cost us?" Elisa says, rolling her eyes.

"Free of charge! Their healthcare, their lessons, their training… It's all paid for by the government! This is a once in a life time opportunity," Antonio says.

"I'm sorry, Antonio, but this is something we will have to think about," Debbie says.

"Naturally, Debbie. Ourselves, too. We have been given all the time that we need," Antonio replies.

"We need to talk to our girls, too. Will they even understand what they are being asked to do?" Elisa says sadly.

Even though both parents know that their daughters are much smarter than the average 6 year old, they are unsure whether their daughters will truly understand what they are being asked to do.

"Allow us to show you to our guest room. We can check up on the girls on the way there." Elisa says with a half smile to her visitors.

"Thank you," Debbie says. "Sorry I haven't said it sooner, but your house is truly beautiful."

"Oh, why thank you mi amor." Elisa says, flattered by her guests comment.

"Santana's room is just here, I wonder if they are already sl-" Antonio pauses as he looks into his daughters bedroom.

Sure enough, Brittany and Santana are already sleeping. Brittany has an arm around Santana and is cuddling her close.

"Adorable." Peter says.

The parents walk away and leave their daughters to sleep in peace. As they tuck themselves into bed, they all have one thing on their mind.

Are they too young?


A/N: So hmmmm what oh what are the parents going to say?

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