Hi everybody, I told you I'd be back eventually. Anyways, here's a new chapter and I hope that this one is a lot better than the last chapter and it's a little bit longer. Please continue to keep sending reviews as long as they're appropriate.

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Flashbacks…

A fit young woman in her early twenties with long straight black hair with silver streaks and side bangs, stormy blue eyes, pale skin, wearing a long navy overcoat with a hood, black combat boots that reach just below her knees, black cargo pants, black gloves and a thick black scarf covering her nose and mouth. I was walking home to my small apartment from a long day of working at one of my high school friend's pet store on a cold autumn day in October. Suddenly, my ears picked up the sound of a woman crying out for help in an alleyway right around the corner, so I casually picked up speed trying not to draw attention to myself on the deserted streets. There, shoved up against the wall was a woman a few years older than me with short brown hair in a pixie cut style, wearing a thick white wool jacket and denim jeans by an everyday mugger.

"Give me your money, lady before I decide to use this," the mugger practically shouted showing off his pocket knife to the lady making her whimper in fear.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" I taunted using a Russian accent to disguise my voice. The mugger whipped around with wide and angry black eyes, trying to stare me down as I leaned casually against the brick wall with my shoulder.

"Who the heck are you?" the mugger demanded flashing his knife at me getting into a sloppy defensive stance forgetting about the lady he was trying to mug only seconds ago. She scrambled away from cowering into a ball behind a dumpster with her brown leather purse clutched to her chest.

"No one important, but I suggest you get out of here before things get ugly," I warned him and he glared at me. He shouted a weird battle cry lunging for me with the blade, but I just yawned ducking out of the way and tripping him making him stumble a bit before he spun around nose flaring obnoxiously.

"You'll pay for that, girly!" the mugger shouted enraged and he lunged for me again making me raise an eyebrow up at him in mock disbelief.

"Really? 'Girly'? Is that the best you got?" I taunted only to watch in astonishment as the blade was thrown at me with deadly accuracy about to hit me in the forehead only I used my telekineses to make the blade stop in mid air. It was deadly silent as I let the blade drop on the cement with a clatter watching as the mugger stared at me in open mouthed shock. "That was a bad idea," I said in a shaky, but deadly voice making him gulp in fear. Fast as lightning, I ran at him punching him in the face and stomach repeated without stopping until I dealt the fifth punch to his nose causing blood to gush out of his nose knocking him out swiftly. I turned to the woman who was being mugged only to freeze as she stared at me in complete horror showing in her dark brown eyes.

"W-What a-are y-you?" the woman demanded trembling in fear as she cowered against the dumpster. I took a step towards her to help her up, but she squeezed her eyes closed begging me to get away and not to hurt her. I looked at her sadly slowly walking away with my hood pulled up to mask my face as I walked the rest of the way home. That was the day I stopped using my powers altogether, exactly five years ago.

End of Flashback

"Rachel, wake up, we're here," Clark said gently shaking my shoulder and I awoke with a start pushing myself off his shoulder. Indeed the plane had landed on a military-like base on the freezing cold land with people heavily dressed in jade green and beige camouflage clothes either marching around or fiddling with some scientific equipment. The sun was shining down making the base look even brighter than it already was as the light reflected off the pure white snow, and I couldn't help staring in awe at the landscape. It was like a perfect winter wonderland only with military men and women inhabiting it.

"Wow," I whispered smiling as Clark helped me carry our bags outside into the bitter cold, but I didn't really care too much about it. I couldn't wait to start exploring at taking pictures at the landscape, but then what my mom told me flashed back to me so I began stretching out my super hearing to pick up on anything useful information.

"Listen Rachel, I need you to please not do anything to jeopardize this mission, so I need you to please be on your best behavior otherwise I'm never inviting you on another one of these excursions ever again. Got it?" Jake warned me sternly and I stared at him disbelieving.

"You mean sit on the sidelines, right? If that's what you want me to do, then what the heck did you invite me and Clark here for?" I demanded furiously making sure to keep my voice low as to not attract attention to us. He didn't answer, but turned on his heel heading over to a group of soldiers not even bothering to answer my question. I glared at him tempted to use my telekinesis to shake him up in the air, but I didn't want to make a scene so I turned in the opposite direction to look at Clark only to see a young man in about his early twenties looking at me with a confused and awed expression.

"What?" I asked snapping the poor boy out of his stupor making him shake his head giving me an embarrassed smile.

"Uh, sorry, it's just that, no one's ever really spoken to General Santos before the way you did before or so much as looked at him the wrong way," the young man said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why?" I asked curious as he looked around to make sure no one was listening and motioned for us to follow him. We walked quickly towards a bunch of black tents as he explained that General Santos is really strict and is all about work, work, work and no breaks or fun.

"You're probably the first person here that he didn't give you the cold calculating look," the young man explained, who we later learned was called Cadet Marshall as he stopped in front of our tent helping us put our stuff around the tent.

"Well, General Santos is actually Rachel's older brother," Clark explained to Marshall making him stare at me in astonishment.

"I didn't think he had any family since he almost never talked about his life outside the military," Marshall exclaimed and I stared at him in shock. That's not the older brother I've grown up with. What's going on?