A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and follows! I hope you all like this chapter, I will try to post a chapter a day but I can't promise anything! RL can get dodgy ;)
Chapter one.
Date: March 14 1980
Age of Subject: 18 months.
"Subject had started walking today, will be starting the tests." Jack Hewler said into his recorder.
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Date: September. 13. 1982.
Age of Subject: 4
"Subject has shown a magnificent mind, will be advancing his studies by 6 years. If he manages this work he will be moved even further up." This is what Jack Hewler said into a recorder, while staring through a mirror at his subject or as other people would say his son, but Jack has never seen Tim as his child. Only his lab rat, when the government came to him with the project he immediately accepted.
Tim sat in his room, it was small. All it had was a bed, a table and chair and a computer and his work he needed to do before his "dad" came back. He never knew what it was to have a childhood, but he knew this wasn't one. He knew that the man that was training him was his father, but he wasn't allowed to call him that. Nor would he ever.
From the days he could remember he had been poked, prodded, trained, taught to fight and given advanced work for his age. Occasionally they would put him through tests, like going to the field and giving him a objective. He was kept on a strict diet and training schedule, he gave up on fighting all of this when he turned 4. He could speak 15 languages fluently at the age of 6, hack into the toughest security systems as well. But this was never enough for his "dad" or Dr. Hewler as Timothy had to call him. When he finished one thing the Dr. Would say "you can do better" and give him another objective.
Tim had become resigned to his fate, he knew he would live like this for many more years to come. So he did his work in silence only talking when asked a direct question.
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Date: July. 16. 1989.
Age of Subject: 10
"Subject has done marvelous progress, now trained in 25 languages, finished up his work from MIT and having learned most fighting methods known to man." Jack said into his recorder again.
While Tim just sat in his room and did his work, his next objective was finishing up another Ivy League College's whole program, before moving on to the next. He sat, and he did. The only other people he came in contact with was his ever changing fighting trainer and his weekly physical from another doctor, never the same one and he shuddered at the thought of what happened to the former one. Probably sworn to secrecy and if the person spoke a word to anyone the Doctor and the person they told would be terminated.
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Date: September. 13. 1994.
Age of Subject: 16.
"Subject has finished all Ivy League Studies and training we can give him here. He is ready to be tested in the real field. what do you wish me to make him do Sir?" Jack said to a man who stood next to him.
"I want him to infiltrate a terrorist group from Israel, they have been hard to track and even harder to stop. This is his objective, he will stop it from the inside." The man said and left.
So this was how Tim found himself in a Aircraft being flown to Israel, it was his first real mission and he was nervous. he had already managed to track the terrorists nest to somewhere in the middle of the desert away from any cities. The aircraft went as far as it dared before Tim had to parachute off of it and then he had to find his own way to the group.
He had no help just the supplies on his back. He had NO idea how he was going to do this, if he didn't survive he knew his dad would just get a new subject. He walked for hours, when suddenly he found a dozen or so guns pointed at him.
"Who are you?" A man with tan skin and a obviously Israeli accent said. "Whoa, I come in peace! You can search me and everything." Tim said, he looked like a average tourist. A normal backpack and a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt on.
"Why are you here? You still haven't answered me, who are you? You are nowhere near a city."
"Hey, I came to backpack across Israel. I thought it would be a challenge. My name is Tim McGregor." He said using the name he was assigned.
"Who backpacks across a desert? Nevermind, we're going to hold you here anyway." The man said and shouted something in Hebrew at 2 of his henchmen, which Tim recognized as "Search him, then take him into a cell."
"No need for that! I come in peace, I'm not looking for any trouble." Tim said feigning fear, he didn't fear anymore.
"Too bad, you are at the wrong place at the wrong time." The man said and Tim was searched and then taken into a camouflaged building. He was pushed into a room bare of anything but a chair.
"Homey" he muttered to himself and sat down. A while passed before the man from earlier walked in.
"Now I will ask some questions and you will answer them." He said.
"Okay, but why are you holding me here?" Tim asked.
"No I will ask the questions. Now tell me, why are you really here?" He asked.
"I told you I'm bac-" "No! You are not! Tell the truth." The guy said punching Tim in the face. "Ok do you want the truth? Then come closer." Tim said and the man did.
"This is my secret, but I learned that there was a buried battle ship somewhere out here, I came to find it." Tim said and started laughing. The man was not amused, he started beating Tim wherever he could.
"You will answer my questions truthfully!" The man yelled at Tim.
"Who says I was lying about the battleship?" Tim said trying very hard to keep a straight face.
"I am. Now answer me, why are you here?"
"Well that's a stupid question, you brought me here remember? Do you suffer from short term memory loss? Because I know a very good doctor who can help y-" Tim was cut off by another cuff to the face. The man was starting to get red in the face.
"Answer this, how did you come to the desert so near us, when there is not a city nearby without so much as a scrape or bruise from traveling in the desert?" He asked Tim.
"I dunno? Maybe I was meant to roam the desert." Tim said again. He was silenced by a punch to the gut.
"That's really getting old you know." Tim said.
"I find it effective when wanting answers."
"Why are you so convinced I'm not who I say I am?" Tim said.
"Because you are too suspicious to not be a spy." The man said.
"Well I just want to get back to my traveling so let me go please?" Tim said.
"I will not."
"Then I'll just have to leave on my own accord then."
"And how do you plan on doing that? There are armed guards stationed outside this door even more of them all over the place."
"I have my methods." Tim said before tackling the man he still didn't have a name to. They never tied him up the idiots, though granted he was a 16 year old kid and they were full grown men, he didn't really look like much of a threat.
He had him unconscious before the man could scream for help. Tim then tied him up with some rope he found hooked on the guy's belt. He then grabbed his gun and slowly opened the door, when one of the guards spotted him he tried to shout but Tim cut him off with a shot to the head.
He then turned and saw the other guard lifting his gun and stopped him before he could aim. He quickly grabbed the two guard's guns and started walking down the hall he was dragged through earlier.
He took out every man he met on the way. But he still kept his eyes peeled. He didn't know how many of them there were so he was wary. He searched the base for anymore of them. All in all there was only 13 of them, so he decided they were just a small independent group.
He then went back to the room where the leader was, still unconscious. He locked it then searched the building for his backpack. He found it and pulled out his cell phone and opened the hidden numbers and pressed the first one.
"Mission accomplished, follow coordinates of my cell." He said and heard the other side click off.