A/N: To answer a review question, I'm not copying Alias. I'm just… borrowing the name of the agency. It was really late when I wrote this and I didn't feel like making up a new one. It's just that, if you've seen Alias, you know that they aren't such good people. =] And sorry about this weird story set up. It's just that, the REAL story doesn't start until 2 more years in the future and everything right now is kind a prologue. So there's actually around 3 prologue chapters. Sorry about that.

Truth?

It had been a week since he'd seen Rory. 4 days since his grandfather died. 2 days since the funeral. A day since the strange man approached him with a proposition.

//Flashback//

The phone rang as Tristan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Hello?"

"Tristan DuGrey?"

"Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"Who is this?"

"Do you know where the café is on the corner of Forest and Spring?"

"Yeah."

"Meet me there at 3. "

"But wh—"

The man hung up.

//Flashback ends//

Against his better judgment, Tristan went and it changed his life forever.

***

//Flashback//

It was 3:21 and Tristan was waiting, watching the seconds tick by on the clock.

He's not coming. This was stupid. Tristan thought to himself, standing up to leave.

He walked out the café when a black car pulled up in front of him. A man rolled down the tinted window.

"Get in."

Tristan hesitated. He opened the door and got in.

The man inspected him from the rear view mirror. There was silence until they reached their destination, the CIA offices.

He was led to a small office and seated on a lumpy leather chair. The men left, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

I can't believe I came here. What the hell was I thinking?!

A tall man with a welcoming smile entered and took a seat behind his desk, facing Tristan.

"Hello Tristan. I'm Agent Carver."

"Hi." His voice cracked.

The man looked up, amused. "Don't be scared Tristan. You're not in any trouble."

Tristan was still uneasy and shifted in his uncomfortable chair.

The man continued. "Janlen DuGrey was a great man."

Tristan's head jerked up. "You knew him?"

"He was my best friend."

"Oh."

"When Janlen and I were 26, I was working in the CIA and he was working to be a lawyer. I never understood why had a career change into a banker until a couple of months ago. He worked for an organization that us here at CIA have been investigating for a long time now. He was our way in."

"I'm sorry, but what's all this got to do with me?" Tristan asked impatiently.

"We need you to get us into SD-6."

"WHAT?" Tristan half shouted.

"You need to understan—"

"Why me?" Tristan mumbled, barely audibly.

"Excuse me?"

"Why me?" He repeated, louder.

"Well, we think that with your intellectual and athletic background, you have the perfect qualities that we're looking for. And you of all people should have the most animosity towards then right now." He paused. When Tristan didn't answer, he continued. "I know this is a lot of information to take in at one time, but here my card. Think about it."

Tristan walked out and caught a cab home.

//Flashback ends//

Tristan sat flipping through his photo albums. He looked at all he pictures he had taken with his grandfather. Tears were stinging the back of his eyes. He pushed them back. He knew what he had to do.

Tristan picked up the phone and called.

***

"Okay, we have a man in SD-6 who is referring you to the man in charge, Sloane." Tristan cut him off.

"Wait, if you have a man in there, why don't you just use him?"

"It's not really that simple. This man can get us into many other organizations, we don't want to risk compromising him yet."

"I can be compromised?"

"Tristan, you knew the risks."

Tristan paused. "Okay."