So I'm planning on this story being mostly OC, but with some characters from the show. Let me know how you like this chapter.

I took a deep breath as I pointed the gun forward, both hands were clasped tight around it and I stared straight down the barrel. The cool metal tingling in my warm hands, I slowly pulled the trigger until I felt the familiar kickback as I repeatedly fired down the range until the gun clicked, indicating the end of the magazine. As I put the gun down I flipped the switch the target whirred towards me and I examined it. The holes were centered almost exclusively in the center of the chest, but for one that had drifted towards the drawing's neck.

I grimaced at the drawing, even though it was merely paper I still remained uneasy shooting it. This entire place made me uneasy, the sheer size of it was startling, but the overwhelming feeling that I was in some type of army stayed with me constantly. We stayed in dormitories separated by gender, with long rows of beds, covered in drab, gray sheets. Essentially we were in boot camp. But after the months of seeing increasingly violent attacks on people by Rebel this was the only place I felt safe.

"Nice shot," a lilting British voice said next to me and I looked over at Henry and smiled. I looked over at his and while all the shots had hit the target it was a jumble of shots covering the target.

"Wish I could say the same to you," I jabbed at him and he laughed lightly, but stopped when two people walked past on the catwalk above us, his face turned serious as he watched them continue on. I recognized Daniel, the leader of the Safehouse, but the other woman only had the back of her head in sight.

"Who is she?" I asked, craning my neck to get a better look, but I only saw a flash of blond hair before they disappeared through another door.

"It's Claire Bennet," he whispered, in awe, "I had heard rumors that she was involved with us, but I hadn't imagined it was true."

"Bennet?" I asked, still staring at where they had disappeared, "As in the girl who exposed us? She's working here too?"

"I don't think she's working here, Tara," Henry replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper and darting around a few looks, "I think here works for her, she must be in charge. And if she's showing up now that must mean something big is happening."

I turned around and set up a new target before sending it back to the end of the range and reloading my gun. Just as I leveled the gun the loudspeakers blared "Coen, report to the office immediately."

I put the gun down and looked around, the rest of the range was looking at me as I put my gear down. I looked over at Henry who was smiling at me, "Looks like you may get to find out about Bennet."

I jogged up the stairs and walked through the large, converted warehouse and went up a second set of stairs. As I walked along the catwalk above the first floor I dried my hands on my jeans, wiping them nervously. When I reached the large, steel door I hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Come in," a voice called and I pushed the heavy door open and walked in.

Sitting at the desk was Claire Bennet, the young woman who had been continually gracing my TV for the past three years. Standing behind her was Daniel, the middle aged man who was running the training. I walked forward and hesitated before the desk, unsure of what to do. The two of them had been looking at a file folder with several sheets of paper inside, and what looked to be a picture.

"Sit," Claire offered, motioning with her hand and I gingerly sat on the metallic chair, "I assume you know who I am."

"Claire Bennet," I replied, coolly, studying her; Claire looked to be a few years younger than me, but I knew we were the same age. Her blond hair was pulled into a tight bun that tugged at her face. She was wearing a smart, pinstripe suit that appeared to be a claim of maturity, "I'm a little surprised to see you here though."

"Tara," Daniel began, moving forward slightly, his voice filled with urgency, his eyes darting from side to side, "Claire is the one who started this… organization. She was the first to recognize where Rebel was heading and move to stop it, but we've had to keep her participation secret, even from you, to prevent the other side of the war from being affected."

Silence descended upon us as I let the new information sink in. I looked at Daniel and his gray eyes studied me intensely, "Why are you telling me this?"

"We need you to break out of Homeland Security's Detention Center," Claire replied, her face made of stone, "And take one of their prisoners with you."

I stared at them, my brain struggling to grasp what Claire had just said. The Detention Center was Homeland Security's dumping ground for the most dangerous of the specials, a key issue in the political arena. There were constant rumors of the deplorable states the prisoners were kept in, but the government merely cited the unique position the powers of the prisoners put them in.

"…What?" I finally managed to ask, still trying to wrap my mind around it.

"Rebel has been mobilizing and increasing their recruitment over the past few months, they're planning something and we need to find out what they're doing. We need somebody on the inside," Claire explained, her face tight and her words slow, "The prisoner you're going to break out is Bennet Fields, he's one of Rebel's top men, but he got caught one month ago by Homeland. You're going to get arrested and then break him out."

20 Minutes Earlier

Claire walked into the office and sat down in the small office chair, sitting behind the desk. Crossing her legs and pulling a strand of blond hair behind her ear she situated herself before grabbing the file folder in front of her. She examined the pages, flipping through them for a few minutes before looking at the man in front of her.

"Why her?" Claire asked, staring at Daniel, her blue eyes seemingly piercing his mind.

Daniel hesitated before answering her and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. Even though he was almost twenty years older than Claire, she possessed an intimidating air about her that she wore like a cloak. This intimidating air wasn't unfounded either; in the past few years she had proved herself to be a dangerous player in both politics and the subterfuge that had arisen between various groups.

"There's something about her," Daniel replied, carefully choosing his words, "She's just as good as any of the more senior operatives that we have and she's powerful enough for a mission like this."

Claire went back to looking through the file before she responded, "I don't need 'just as good' for this, I need your best. She hasn't even been out on a recovery mission."

Daniel moved towards the desk and planted his palms on the hard wood, "Claire, I'm telling you this girl is the real deal. She's the best I have, the best anyone has. That's why Rebel sent Myles and Anne, those two never go out for regular recovery missions, they know it too. She's our best hope."

Claire looked at him, considering her options. She trusted Daniel more than he would ever know, but reserved her judgment, "How can you be sure? What do you see in her?"

Daniel moved back and sat down in one of the wooden chairs sitting in front of the desk, "I see you in her."