So! It's been a while hasn't it? Yeah, I'm honestly really sorry.

Anyway, this is kind of where I left off a long time ago. Recently, though, I've revived the story and am continuing somewhat from here. From this point on, the chapters were not prewritten months to years ago. They will be new (and hopefully improved). Also, I'm on my laptop once again. Yay! I love typing, believe it or not, and iPads are very frustrating.

Episode tag to "Merry Glitchmas." And yes, I know. I should have posted this closer to actual Christmas, but hey, better late than never.

While Adam, Bree, Chase, Leo, and the others were enjoying Christmas, I was fighting for my life. Mr. Davenport had gotten a mission alert, but he wanted the others to enjoy the holidays. I had volunteered to go and had eventually convinced him.

The mission was to track down and capture a terrorist who had broken into several of Donald's facilities and stolen items worth millions then burned the building to the ground. It was a pretty routine mission, and both Mr. Davenport and I had faith that I could do this. Still, this was my first real mission and my first solo one since I had joined the Davenports.

When I got to the location the target had last been seen, I spoke into the mouth/ear piece I had received. "I'm at the location and have spotted the target inside. How do I proceed?"

This felt easy, natural. This was what I had been trained for. I felt relaxed. I didn't exactly feel like I was finally myself, but I was used to this. I no longer had to deal with social situations and emotions and other people. I was alone on a mission, and I felt good.

"Hold your position," Donald told me. "Don't engage yet, but be ready. Keep observing. Report any suspicious activity."

"Roger that." I was crouched in the bushes outside of an apartment building, watching the target pace across the room through a window. The target was a middle-aged man who looked quite plain. He had the generic brown-hair-brown-eyes look with a slight tan and a strong but slim figure. He was talking into a cell phone and seemed very agitated.

"Anything new?" Donald asked.

"No."

"Go ahead and take out the target. Try to catch him by surprise."

I grinned wolfishly. "Naturally." When there was nothing else coming from the other end, I slipped out of the foliage like a shadow and stalked toward the building. I quickly picked the lock on the front door and was on the stairs in less than a minute. The target was on the fifth floor, and I silently made my way up.

When I finally reached the door to his room, I pulled out a device that helped me hear through doors and walls and such. Placing it against the door, I listened intently. The target was still talking angrily into the phone, saying something about the next location. He hung up and slammed the phone on a table.

I took a slim package out of my satchel and slid it under the door, making sure to tear off the corner. I also took out a breathing mask and placed it over my face. I waited several seconds before picking this lock and opening the door. Just as I expected, the target was unconscious on the floor.

I scanned the room with my special glasses for bugs and such. Seeing nothing suspicious, I tied the man's wrists with special rope and handcuffed that to part of the bed. I put the keys to the handcuffs on a table next to the cell phone with a sticky note to the police, whom I called afterwards with my own phone.

I quickly left the building unnoticed. "Mr. Davenport, are you there?"

"Yes. How did it go?"

"It was a complete success. The police are on their way, and the target is compromised. There will be no more threats from him." But just as I was saying this, I felt a hand clamp roughly over my mouth.

I could hear a sigh from the other line. "Good. And how are you?"

"Don't speak. Don't struggle. Do exactly as I tell you, and maybe you and your contact will get out of this alive," my attacker's voice hissed in my ear.

"Hannah? Hannah, you still there?"

I stiffened, and my assaulter seemed to sense that my "contact" had spoken to me. "What? What did they say?"

I didn't let him finish. I bit down hard on the hand covering me and jabbed my elbow backward, satisfied with the feeling of the joint hitting soft flesh. There was a cry of pain, and I quickly grabbed the man's arm, twisting it behind him. "I'm fine, Mr. Davenport. Just a few loose ends to tie up." I smiled at my joke as I tied the man's hands together behind his back with an extra piece of rope I brought with me.

"Alright then. Sounds like a complete success. Get back to base as soon as you can. Davenport, signing off." Then, there was silence from his end.

I quickly knocked out who I assumed was the terrorist's accomplice by delivering a rather nasty blow to his head. I left him there, knowing he wouldn't wake up before the police arrived. Then, I ran to the Davencopter and headed home to my quirky yet happy family.