well it has now been over a year since i first started this story. i feel pathetic:P

hopefully no one will hate me too much for this.

oh and special apology to Insanity is my second name. sorry this took me so long to churn out! i hope a special something in this chapter will make up for it! and i really hope you don't mind but i had to change some bits and pieces here and there to make them fit with my ideas for the story.

Alex was completely exhausted. He walked through the line in the cafeteria in a daze.

When he'd first woken up two weeks ago, he'd been so assured of himself and his abilities. He didn't think anything these people threw at him could be any worse than what he'd already been through.

But evidently he had been wrong. the thousands of facts and information on poisons, disguises, identities, assassinations, interrogation and much else that had been drilled into his head had him feeling like his brain was going to explode.

The training here was literally ten times worse than the training he had been through with the SAS before his first mission. And since then he had apparently been on nineteen more missions and lived without any permanent damage. Well accept for his mission with Scorpia…that had left permanent scars all over his mental health.

Scorpia…

The name stirred some deep feeling of recognition in him. But the only thing he could do was ponder at the reason that the Russian man was the one who came to mind when he tried to think about it. He concentrated intensely on trying to find the connection. He knew he almost had it…

His head exploded in pain and he blacked out in the middle of the mess hall.

2 hours later:

Alex woke up, back in the holding cell that had been his "home", for lack of a better description, for the past month and a half. He took stock of his surroundings, automatically noting the two figures standing by his bedside.

What happened? God, I seem to ask myself that a lot these days.

The Russian man was the first to speak.

"You really shouldn't think so hard alex. Look at where it's gotten you," he smirked.

That seems to be one of the only expressions that man has. Alex thought irritably.

"Enough," the woman beside him spoke quietly.

"Alex you have been activated."

She hoped that this decision wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass. But her doctors were confident that his memories were so far suppressed that the chances of them coming to the surface were almost nonexistent. But you can never win without a little risk and Emily Rothman-Ambrose knew it, being the sister of Julia Rothman and the wife of Randy Rothman, as well as the real mastermind behind Scorpia's New Era.

Shelley was still holding on to hope. She hadn't given into any type of torture these people had put her through. And it seemed like they had finally given up. She hadn't been bothered in the past three days. The only contact anyone had had with her was when the guard came to give her "food". She almost wished she could have the slop made by the chef at the SAS camp. But she was finally starting to feel a little better. Though malnourished, at least she was being given time for her injuries to heal. Her good mood diminished, however, as the door to her cell was slammed open.

But when she saw who had walked through the door, she jumped up to her feet, ignoring her body's protests and beamed with joy. Alex was finally here to save her.

Alex didn't want to do this.

He didn't want to do this at all. he was going to have to interrogate a prisoner while babysitting one of the newest recruits of his organization, the New Era (the name seemed pretentious to him, but there was nothing he could do about it). The 16 year old girl's name was Charlotte Belle Flint as she kept pointing out with her haughty and sarcastic voice. She had curly brown hair just past her shoulders, green eyes and a tall and slim yet athletic figure emphasized by the leather jeans, black fitted tank top, topped with a leather jacket and base ball cap she had on. she had had some training and therefore knew how to fight but hadn't had much experience with firearms yet.

when he'd first met her, he was sure she was younger. But he was quickly disillusioned when, as he was protesting her company during the interrogation, she had become angered and had displayed her witty, sarcastic and yet extremely childish personality. her exact words were:

"Bring it on SHITFACE," her fists raised as she jumped around on the balls of her feet like a professional boxer in the ring. "You won't be such an arrogant cocky bastard once i knock out a few teeth!"

Alex couldn't help but chuckle condescendingly at her childishness.

she then proceeded to stick her tongue out, her eyes looking in two different directions, and scratching her nose with her middle finger.

but despite her fake bravado, Alex could tell, this girl did not belong. and he knew that if he could he'd protect her from what she was about to see. because despite what she wanted to believe, he knew that she was innocent; probably another poor soul picked up by these people when she had no where to go. and he already regarded her as a little sister in a way. he didn't want her to see what came next, what he knew would happen after he walked into the cell.

but there was a bigger reason he didn't want to step into this cell.

He didn't want to have to break the spirit of the girl inside this cell. He'd been observing her for the past few days…she was extremely strong. Nothing had been able to break down the walls of her mind. He wondered what kept her anchored to her will.

What kept her going? Why was she so determined not to give up the secrets of the organization that had used her and killed her parents?

He'd been told about the organization she worked for. They had burned her home to the ground and kidnapped her. They'd molded her into a killing machine. At least that was the information that he'd been given. So why wasn't she desperate for revenge? Did she not care that the very people she was helping had taken her life from her?

No matter what the answer, he needed her to give up the answers to his questions soon, or she'd be killed. And something inside of his heart protested strongly against the idea of her being hurt. He needed to make sure nothing happened to her, though God knows why he felt that way.

But when she looked at his face she knew. Shelley knew there was something wrong with him. Because his face held not a glimmer of recognition and not a hint of the warmth his gaze usually held when he gazed at her. Something had gone terribly wrong after the explosion. It seemed he didn't remember anything! But how could that be? He was still walking with the self assured gait of a man who had encountered and avoided death many tomes. But his next words confirmed her thoughts.

"Answer the questions and I won't kill you."

Her Alex was gone. And so was all her hope.

Like i said, insanity is my second name, things were changed around a little. well actually i just switched the names cuz they sounded better to me this way... anyway thanks for being in my story! i hope i didnt botch up her introduction...i actually added that part after i'd finished writing the rest of the chapter. hopefully it didnt mess up the flow but if it did, pm me and yell at me for not doing this sooner:)