Lester looked at down at his files scattered on the desk. "You want one of my boys?"

"Yes, at this point I think it's necessary for us to have the ultimate protection." Luis leaned back in his chair, "I've given you a healthy donation along with a chance to promote on Ella's tour, she'll put on a show for the boys if you want to take this a step further but I assure you she need to be watched after, sometimes I have no idea what to do anymore."

Lester placed a hand on his chin and let out a sigh and looked at his brother. He was an L.A. star manger, the big shot in the family, Mr. Blackberry and superstar daughter. "I don't know if a body guard to a superstar is what our president considers a national security."

"You'd let your niece go unprotected and continue down this destructive path." Luis said checking his phone for the third time.

Lester was quiet for a moment, he did have a sergeant who had put up for his resignation. Leaning back in his own chair he let out a sigh. "I think I might have someone, he wants out but two more years on his tour."

"Let me see his file."

"No,"

"I'm not going to let a stranger watch my daughter."

"I'm not going to invade the privacy of my solider."

"Fine." Luis looked at his phone, "Ella has been getting a lot of fan mail and I've noticed that there is one in particular that is a bit…." Luis paused. "The guy is a little obsessed, and he knows things."

"Have you told Gabriella."

"Of course she knows. But she thinks she's unstoppable. Besides she shouldn't have to worry about these things, and I just want her protected." Luis placed his phone in his pocket. "Will you help me or not?"

"Hold on," Lester stood up and pointed to the solider in the room. "Bring me Sergeant Bolton."

"Yes sir."

Lester looked back at Luis "Why the urgency?"

"There was a man found on our premises he was breaking into the house and our last bodyguard let him get away."

"Gabriella know about this?"

"No she doesn't, I want to keep her safe not scare her."

"You mean to tell me that you haven't told her about the possibility of a stalker showing up on her doorstep, which is a danger to her safety."

Luis shrugged. "She doesn't need to know,"

Lester sat back down. "Your right she does need protection and not just from her stalker."

Troy stared into his locker and picked up a photo of him and small blond girl riding piggy back on his shoulders. Three years ago his sister passed away from cancer so his niece was the only family he had left. She was away at boarding school and 8 years old. He'd been through two tours of duty he was ready to be out, ready to make a home for Cynthia his niece. He'd saved enough and he wrote when he could. Troy placed the picture back in the locker, grabbed his brown shirt to pull over his head. Then he pulled on his over coat and began to button it.

He hadn't had much of a romantic shot at meeting any woman, seems most girls think the man in a uniform is hot, that is, until the being overseas, unreachable and not around. Girls liked knowing their boyfriend was going to come home in one piece. Not risk the chance of coming home handicapped or worst. Troy took a deep breath; his life was one disaster after the other. His parents' divorce had led him down the wrong path while his sister had been the success. Then his parent's death which had destroyed everything and reason he choose to join the military and clean his act up. He could take so many things back in his life but the past was over. Troy closed his eyes, it wasn't right, him not being there when they died. Troy shut his locker and looked down at his BDU. The Army had made him a better man, made him appreciate what he had, made him remorseful that he hadn't taken care of it when he had the chance.

"Sergeant!" the voice called down the role of lockers.

Troy snapped to attention "Yes sir," he saluted.

"Major General has requested your company in his office."

"Yes sir."

Troy followed the man down the hall and into the General's office.

"Sergeant Bolton," The general at the desk stood up and in the room was another man in a suit. "This is a Luis Montez."

Troy remained at the door and stared in on the two men and the soldier who brought him there. "Sir?"

"Bolton, you're a good soldier, and I have a proposition for you."

"Yes sir."

"Please have a seat," Lester said as he motioned to the other chair besides Luis.

"Yes sir."

"He's well disciplined, I like that." Luis looked over the young man sitting down next to him. He wasn't as built as Tony, hopefully he was a smart guy.

Troy glance at the man besides him, his suit and expensive accessories meant that he was just a flashy guy, someone who thought money solved everything.

"Mr. Montez needs a body guard."

"Sir with all due respect, what does this have to do with me?"

"Well I know you wanted to resign, but how about instead of serving two years for us we make a deal." Lester placed his file on the desk top. "This operation is a big one and it's dangerous."

"Sir, I've been a sniper for the last 4 years." Troy looked from Luis to Lester.

"Bolton, you're going to be working for Mr. Montez, serve your two years and then you're free to do as you please."

"I'll pay 25,000 dollars both years."

Troy eyes widen, that would mean on top of what he saved he'd have 50,000 dollars enough to be able to send Cynthia to college and take care of them.

"It's low risk, I know you want out to take care of your niece. This might be a good choice."

Troy sat back and marveled at the choice in front of him. He looked at the man besides him. "Who am I protecting?"

"My daughter, she's a famous icon and she has mail coming in from someone suspicious, some kind of stalker."

"Aren't the police involved I mean I think and officer might be better suited?" Troy looked back at Lester.

Luis placed a hand on his shoulder, "Trust me it's better this way, police involve the press and that's the last thing we need...more attention."

"So what do you say Bolton?" Lester leaned back in his chair.

"Will I still have my army pay?"

"Of course, you're still working for us, why wouldn't we pay you."

Troy nodded, and then he let his hands rub against his pants. He had nothing to lose 50,000 to gain plus his pay. "I'll do it."

Troy was silent as he rode in the limo besides Mr. Montez. He'd had an hour to gather his things and then he was seated beside Mr. Montez on o a plane to L.A. They hadn't spoken much just the few causal exchanges. He listened to a few phone calls and he tried his best to remain positive about being someone babysitter for the next two years.

Once they arrived at their destination he followed Mr. Montez into the house there was a woman who took the bag from his arm and man who held out a hand for his coat and hat. "It's part of my uniform."

"Not here it is," Mr. Montez hung up his phone. "Your job is to protect my daughter; you as of this point have one goal, one track mind, keep her out of the papers, and keep her home."

"I'm sorry is this a prisoner or a girl?"

The man took his camouflage jacket leaving him in his cargo pants brown shirt and boots. Troy felt the cool breeze from inside the house.

"My daughter is sneaky and convincing; just remember that I'm paying you not her." He began to walk away hand in pocket. "Good luck Sergeant, because if you can't handle her I'll find someone else who can."

Troy stared up the stair as the man disappeared. "What the hell?"

"This way to your room sir." The butler smiled and led him to the stairs. Troy looked around as he watched photos on the wall pass them by. All the pictures featured a girl with dark curls; at first she was shaking hands with different people then hugging a blond. The higher up he followed the younger the girl became.

Once he was in the room the maid left and the butler disappeared. Troy looked at the full size bed the dresser and the closet. Placing his hands on his hips, he looked around the small blank room. He could deal with this, the bed was too big, the closet space wasn't needed but he'd deal with it.

From below he heard noise coming out the balcony door he looked down into the pool were a blond and brunette were swimming. So this was it, watch that little girl down there and he'd be Scott free, 50,000 dollars and a new start.

Sharpay looked up to see a man looking down on them from the balcony. "Hey, who's that?" she asked adjusting her yellow bikini.

Gabriella looked up to where she was pointing. "Probably another one of dad's for hire." Rolling her eyes she looked up at him with hate. "He doesn't look like he'll last a week."

"Two weeks tops."

"You're on."Gabriella sighed as they shook on it and took their drinks from the tray. Gabriella smiled and waved up at him gaining a small wave in return. "I almost can't help but feel sorry for him."