Yeah updates I know, few and far between, but I'm working my butt off here, so please no flames. Anywho, there's going to be a little change of POV for this chapter so don't get yourself too confused!

Hal Baldwin stared morosely at his desk, worry creasing his already slightly lined face. He couldn't help but think that something had gone wrong. It had been nearly four days since Agent Broderick's last call to the MIST headquarters, that he, Baldwin was now fully in charge of.

He let a small sigh and swung his gaze to the phone sitting neatly on the corner of his desk, hoping his focused attention on it would make it ring. No luck. With another sigh he began to shuffle through the array of papers that littered his desk. The vast majority of them were profiles of agents and other worthy candidates of MIST. He pulled them left and right placing them in an organized order across his desk.

Hal reached inside his file drawer to pull up more papers when one of the profiles on the desk caught his eye. He pulled it toward him and saw that it belonged to Aya Brea. This particular profile had been the center of his attention for the past several weeks and once again he found himself flipping through it.

Name: Aya Izumi Brea

Age: 25

Date of Birth: 06/03/1972

Place of Birth: Manhattan Community Hospital

Current Place of Residence: South End Apartments #35, New York City, New York

Occupation: NYPD Precinct 17 Detective

He continued leafing through the pages, there were detailed reports on her background and family history. Her mother, Mariko, and sister, Maya, had died in a car accident when Aya was five years old, she was the only survivor. When she was sixteen her father, David, died of a heart attack. She then lived with her grandmother (father's side) until she turned eighteen where upon she promptly moved out on her own.

It gets more interesting. Hal thought, turning to the last few pages of the file, the ones that covered the events of the last couple of months. He had just pulled out the page on Eve when the phone on his desk began to ring loudly. His hand shot over to the receiver before the second ring.

"Baldwin" He said into it.

"This Agent Broderick." Came the reply.

"Ah, Broderick its good to hear from you, I was beginning to worry."

"We've been running into trouble, I didn't want to contact you until we were within a safe distance of the agency."

"Where are you then?" Hal asked.

"Northern outskirts of LA, we should be their shortly."

"So what sort of trouble did you run into?" He asked cautiously.

"I'll explain everything when we get there, you know these lines aren't secured yet."

"Right." Hal answered. "I expect a full report when you get in."

"Yes sir."

Hal hung up and went back to organizing his papers, a relieved smile curving his lips.