A/N: Thank you all my readers and reviewers! It is summer which means more time on my hands so I can write. But that also means more time with friends so, yeah. Please keep reviewing and reading. Also, everyone who reads PLEASE review. It makes me feel like I am actually writing for someone.

Now in this chapter, a lot of things are explained. Now, on with the chapter! :D R&R PLEASEE!

-FLASHBACK-

I was 14, and in my room talking to Brittany on the phone.

I then heard my parents walk in the door, from the other side of the house.

This was about the time when my spy instincts had started kicking in.

I ran out of my bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room.

My mom had an Alaskan sledding hat on her head and my father did as well.

"Alexx!" my mom exclaimed, and opened up her arms.

"Mom!!" I cried as I ran into her arms, glad she made it home alright.

"I didn't think you guys would make it home!" I then noticed that I was crying in her arms, tears of joy of course.

"Of course we would darling. We will never leave you." My father said as we wrapped him in our big group hug.

"I lov-," I started and then suddenly 5 men broke through our glass window in the front room, dressed in all black.

My father pushed me behind the couch and started approaching them, my mom did the same.

I huddled behind the couch, in the corner, trying to get a good visual and sound.

"Why are you here?" My father said cautiously.

They didn't reply, none of them.

All of the sudden, the tallest one leaped forward in a snap kick at my mom.

It had hit her. My mom /NEVER/ gets hit.

My father stormed forward and roundhouse kicked the attacker in the head and knocked him out cold.

Soon everyone was fighting, except for one guy.

He started walking towards me.

I got up and ran upstairs, afraid that this man may harm me.

My dad saw him and me and was about to stop the guy but 2 guys jumped onto his back.

"Alexx! Poke you're eyes on the family portrait. It will activate," he threw one off his back.

While he was socking the other in the face, he continued, "Uncle Jake, the USSA, and a secret room. They will come as fast as they can. And just remember, we love you." He said and then we went back to helping mom fight everyone downstairs.

The guy following me was walking up the stairs as normally as possible just fixing the black cuffs of his midnight black sweater.

I ran all the way upstairs and saw our portrait.

I sprinted and poked my eyes.

A hidden door opened and I ran in, closed the heavy metal door and found a lock. I successfully locked it.

I then turned around and dropped my mouth.

The room was huge.

There were mirrors all around and looked like a safe house.

I saw my pictures everywhere. School pictures, vacations, you name it.

There was a whole security system set up and many TV screens with every room in my house on at least one.

I saw the living room one and gasped.

My mom and dad were lying on the ground.

Dead.

It had happened so fast though.

I saw Uncle Jake and other operatives around them, trying to figure out what happened.

I unlocked the door to the safe house and ran downstairs, obviously making a lot of noise.

I ran over to my mom's body and mourned and cried.

Uncle Jake picked me up and carried me over to the bottom of the stairs, "Alexx, I think that you should know that I understand your loss, I too lost my parents, and that is why I want you to come live with me."

Needing something to cry on I burrowed into his chest and wept.

16 minutes later…

I had finally finished crying and watched cleanup crew pick up my parent's bodies and remove them.

We walked outside the beautiful place, which now brought back horrid memories and saw a van.

We strolled over the white vehicle and I gasped.

Sitting in the back was the man who had followed me.

He still had his mask on.

Not caring if anyone stopped me I walked over and ripped his mask off, and slapped him across the face.

I pointed my finger at him and said calmly, "What's your name?"

Uncle Jake came over, put his hand on my shoulder, and whispered, "Alexx, we will debrief him ourselves. Though, you may help us. Just not here."

"Yes, sir." Then I turned back to the man who had killed my beloved parents and shot him the worst look that could ever be given.

It said, "I will, one day, kill your ass because of what you did."

-END OF FLASHBACK-

I heard a faint voice whisper my name.

I started coming conscious.

I sat up slowly.

Scott and Jamila were sitting in front of me.

"You passed out on the plane, are you okay?" Jamila asked.

"Yeah, I just saw someone that I shouldn't have seen. Like this person, isn't supposed to be outside 4 specific walls." I replied.

I stood up, then fell back down, still dizzy.

I noticed that we were in some hotel room.

My stuff was already next to this bed I had been lying on.

"How did I get up here?" I asked.

"I carried you," Scott replied.

"But answer this question, who did you see on the airplane?" he said sternly.

"I saw a man who was part of the group that murdered my parents." I said, a huge lump in my throat.

Jamila gasped.

I started crying.

"Alexx, you know that you don't have to say anything more." Jamila sat beside me on the bed and rubbed my back.

I looked up.

Scott looked so confused.

"I'll tell you the story later. Not right now, we really have to focus on the mission." I said as I sucked up my tears.

Jamila stopped rubbing and put her hands in her lap, "Okay. Tomorrow is going to be fun though! I mean. Not the whole, kidnapping thing, but the whole learning thing!"

I looked at Scott weirdly; he looked back like, "Wow, is she always like this?"

I stood up slowly, able to find my balance, "Wait, Where is Brittany?" I said shocked.

"Don't worry," Scott said.

He pulled out his iPhone.

"I put a tracker on her AND Morgan. Don't you think she is being a little too watchful over Brittany?" He said pointing to his screen.

A blue and red dot where next to each other in a room labeled lobby.

"Now that you mention it, yeah. I mean she wanted to sit next to her on the bus and the plane." I pondered.

"I noticed that too." Jamila said.

I looked at the clock.

It said 6:17 pm.

"You want to get something to eat? I'm starving." I asked.

"Sure," Scott stood up.

We both walked out of the room, with Jamila following behind.

We stepped onto the elevator followed by 4 men,

3 were talking about stocks while one kept a newspaper in front of his face.

I looked at Jamila; she gave me a creeped out look.

I pushed the ground floor button.

Scott looked at his watch, typed something.

Jamila and my watch vibrated.

003: Is it me or is that guy seriously creepy?

Agent D: I know. Ever since we've been on this field trip everything has been weird.

005: We should contact Uncle Jake about it.

Agent D: Agreed.

The bell ringed, and the doors finally opened.

I kind of sped out.

Scott and Jamila tried to keep up.

I grabbed one of the tourist brochures from the front desk and looked for a restaurant.

"What are you guys craving?" I questioned.

"Italian," Jamila said.

Scott turned to her, "Wow, you read my mind. Same as Jamila."

"Well you both read my mind," I said as I put the brochure back on the counter.

"Olive Garden it is." I finished then we strolled out to the parking lot.

I found the rental car then stopped, "Wait, how did the car get here?" I wondered.

"Well when we got off the plane, Albert was waiting with the car keys, and then he saw you in my arms and handed them to me. I drove." Scott replied.

I shrugged.

I opened the car door and everyone got in.

I turned on the local music station and we cruised down the highway.

Arriving in the Parking Lot...

I turned down the radio.

I turned around and started to back into a parking space.

Jamila was going on about how in school we should be able to drive to places for lunch and such.

I straightened the car out and viola! I parked it in beautifully.

I pulled my keys out and got out the car.

We walked into the warm restaurant and a waitress strolled up to us nicely.

She smiled, "A table?"

"Um, no, would you mind if we took a booth?" I answered.

"Not at all," She replied and looked at Scott.

She smiled wider.

She turned to me, I gave her a dirty look and her smile was wiped off.

She cleared her throat, "Um, this way."

She led us to a curved booth in the back.

Perfect, no one would really notice us.

We all sat down.

"First off, we forgot to call Uncle Jake. He needs to be here." I stated, reaching for my phone.

I dialed his number and put the orange case up to my ear.

"Pick up, pick up." I whispered.

"Hello, this is Jacob Dominguez." He answered.

"Uncle Jake! You're in Texas right?" I questioned.

"Yes, Alexx."

"Well, come to the Olive Garden, that's located on," I looked up at the street sign outside.

"South Cherry Oak and Brookdale," I finished.

A/N; I just made these streets up so yeah, KEEP READING! :D

I looked over at Scott and Jamila, they looked bored.

"I'll be done in a second." I mouthed to them.

"Oh, ok. I will be there." He said back.

"See you." I responded.

"Love you."

And the phone clicked off.

I put my phone back into my purse.

"He'll be here soon." I said.

Scott, Jamila, and I just started a normal conservation about music, school and all those normal life things.

A few minutes later, Uncle Jake walked through the door.

I waved him over and he scooted me over, forcing me to sit next to Scott.

"Alright, now, what are we doing here and why is it so important?" He asked sternly.

"Well…" Jamila started.