When my parents died I was terrified.

The shrieking and chatter of the busy agents filled the plane as they prepared for the worst of the worst. My mind grasped onto anything I could to distract me from the whispering and wariness of what everyone though would happen.

They thought Tyrone would succeed.

And maybe they were right. Maybe, just maybe, Tyrone would succeed in ripping away hundreds of children's souls away from their parents, their siblings or whoever they had to fight for them. Maybe we wouldn't get there fast enough.

Just. Like. My. Parents.

And maybe I was being selfish for pulling every string I had just to get to the school. Not for the kids. But for my sister. Because if I lost her, then my connection to my family was gone.

"Agent Ryder."

I gave a nod at the question- although it ended up more of statement. The voice kneeled down and snapped their fingers in my face, succeeding in getting my undivided attention. I grabbed the fingers and twisted, standing up quickly and moved so that the poor victim's arm was behind her back.

Despite the events that were occuring at the moment, I took a few seconds to stare. Her back was to me, but her ripped jeans and oddly dyed red hair brought up a faint memory that seemed to get stronger as I examined her. Her hair was fully parted onto the right side and a few scars scattered her neck, hiding along the acne puberty gifted you with. I leaned forward and sniffed, immediately wrinkling my nose at the smell. The smell of jasmine flowed inside my nostrils, a name being brought up from the overwhelming scent.

"Rebecca Stone," I said, an accusing tone planted firmly in my voice. "Angela - I'm so sorry, Angie - Stone's sister."

She pulled herself out of my grasp with a forceful tug, ignoring the bent position her arm was in. "I don't go by that name." She held out her uninjured hand out with a serious, professional expression. "Ross, Rebecca Ross. Teen Division."

I looked her up and down, seeing her short height. "You're about twelve."

"The Teen Division is extended to preteens too," She pointed out with a dragging sigh.

I closed my eyes in frustration as she relayed a message from Aiden and Zack telling me to stay calm, focused and not letting my emotions affect my decisions. "-But with your capacity to care less about what's going to happen to your sister, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

I opened my eyes, offended by her words and gave her a glare. "Right, I couldn't care less if my only family was killed by 553's main enemy."

I turned without another word, blending in with the other agent's hectic movements as they took inventory and count of everything needed on the AerialSwift Jet, heading toward where I hoped Aiden, Zack or Blake were positioned.

I navigated to the pilot quarters but stopped when I spotted Aiden attaching a parachute pack to his shoulders. His messy hair was accompanied with a pair of goggles that I snapped off once I got close enough and reattached on his face.

"I know you like to be our personal daredevil Thompson, but I need you alive for this," I muttered, drinking in his concerned expression to distract me from the swarming thoughts crowding inside my head.

He gave me a small smile to try to brighten my mood. "I've taken seven shots to the stomach and still survived," he boasted.

I couldn't help but scoff and give a small smile at his crestfallen expression following it. "So maybe it was two... but I survived!" he added when I gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. He looked over my shoulder, his lips thinning into a straight line and then he murmured something under his breath that made my smile fall almost immediately.

I shut my eyes for the fifth time today and placed my hand on the wall next to me to steady myself. "You wanna repeat that Thompson?"

He gave an audible sigh but I didn't catch his expression with my eyes closed. "I said that you can't go into the field, Amber."

I opened my eyes carefully, fixing a hooded look on Aiden, trying to figure out the second meaning to his words. In all sense he had to be joking.

"My sister is in the freaking school Tyrone Finn is going to try to destroy, Aiden. What kind of cra-"

He interrupted my spewing words by tugging me toward the pilot headquarters, flipping the switch and locking us both inside the lit room.

"Listen, okay?" Aiden said, his hands clamped over my arms so I wouldn't swing at him. "553 isn't giving you this order. UC is. They know you've escaped and your with us. They're letting you stay with us for twenty four hours and then you're going back with 'em. Zack's doing everything in his freaking power to get you geared up." When he saw I wasn't going to do anything other then glare at him he let go and stepped back, effectively hitting his head on the wall behind him.

"UC," I muttered under my breath, blocking out his curses at the wall he hit. "Unit Containment."

"Listen," Aiden repeated, ignoring my unrecognizable murmurs, "UC is the unit that basically... contains 553 and other agency problems and such. We do what they say, no questions asked. They're in charge of finding the solution to big problems whether it's locking agents up or taking out enemies themselves." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his goggles. "I suppose... Okay, there are five main secret-to-the-public agencies started by the American and Canadian government worldwide: 553, Nemesis, Lacuna, Dyspathy and Secretary."

He took a deep breath. "Secretary dealed with... time. They were more the secret keepers of the spy world. They did a lot of research there mainly on the subject of alternate universes. They believed we could access them if we had someone open-"

He didn't get to finish his eye widening sentence. The AerialSwift Jet tilted right heavily. I crashed into Aiden as we stumbled to the right side, completely out of balance. I steadied myself on the wall as I adjusted to the tilted gravity. Aiden lifted himself off the floor, blinking heavily as I held out an arm. Hauling him up, I took a deep breath before yelling, "What the he-"

The plane took a dive nose first, hurling to the ground at a dangerous speed. My head narrowly missed the console but my arms bashed into a stand that fell at the momentum. Aiden grabbed me before my face could hit the front pilot window, pulling me back with him as he latched his other hand latched onto the door frame. He pulled me up so I was close enough to unlock the door manually seeing as the automatic doors didn't open as soon as the plane started to nose drive.

The doors slid open to reveal all the agents grouped together, armed and in uniform. They were sliding on parachuting packs but no doors were open yet. Aiden and I didn't exchange a word with each other, communicating with just one look before he dragged himself one way and I went another to look for a parachute pack.

I viewed the empty cubicles and shelves before having a pack shoved in my arms as I turned. Rebecca Ross didn't say another word as she turned and moved away, her own pack secure on her shoulders.

My ears popped and rushing air filled the plane from front to back signalling that someone had pulled the lever and agents were now jumping. I placed my pack on and secured it, grabbing a gun that was under one of the many fallen shelves. Hearing a faint call for me, I flipped the gun and tucked it in my waistband, crawling until I reached the open door.

Rebecca was the last left, and she looked agitated. "Twenty seconds before this plane crashes," she told me, before leaning and jumping.

I didn't hesitate as I crawled over, sitting at the edge and jumped.

My stomach was in my throat, I decided. The feeling gave me an adrenaline rush I was all too familiar with already. My fingers fumbled for the string and pulled. I jerked up as the parachute was deployed and floated toward what was a roof of a string of houses.

I landed in a crouch, cutting off the parachute and slinging the pack off my shoulders. Only five agents were on the small rooftop, and I assumed the rest landed in different spots. Surveying the five, I declared Aiden as not one of them and regrouped with the five as they regained their balance.

Placing my arms over my chest, I finally yelled, "What the heck happened there?"

The only one from the teen division, a guy I recognized as Gene Perkins, piped up. "An attack happened. A grenade hit the side of the AerielSwift but it didn't cut a hole 'cause we're just that awesome."

We all stared at him deadpanned until he revised his statement with a roll of his eyes. "Aerial jets are reinforced with double layers for protection against explosions. The engine took a hit and we went right but when the fire started, the plane lost gas and went hurling down head first."

I looked up and caught everyone else's gaze, disregarding any worry for the jet hitting civilians. How selfish was I being for my sister?

Another male held his hand over his supposed ear piece until he muttered a clipped answer. He looked up to see that everyone's eyes were already on his figure. "The other agents are meeting up a few blocks west from here in a safe-house and then we're moving out, ma'am," he said, zeroing in on me.

"Just fabulous," I muttered under my breath. It took a few seconds to realize that they were waiting for my command, seeing as most of them saw me in a position of high authority rather then an agent with an access level below them. "Let's get moving then," I ordered, starting the trek off the roof.

We slid off the roof and I activated my GPS on my phone, using 553's tracking program to get a map of the alleyways near the roof we landed on as the male agent who told me about the other agents glanced over my shoulder and led the way through the alleyways until we reached a dead end behind an old apartment.

The back door opened slowly and Rebecca's head poked out, slowly accessing all of us before nodding and leaving the door open as she disappeared inside.

I held open the door as the other agents darted inside, the last of them giving me a smile. I looked at both ends of the trash alleyway before shutting the door closed with me inside the building.

I reached the end of a dainty hallway until I saw the twenty or so agents crowded around a tablet Aiden was holding. He looked up, the others following his sight to me as I gave them all a nod. He patted the agent next to him and gave him the tablet to hold, waltzing through the group to get to me.

"TrianOut's grenade. Dimensional, probably. From which dimension, I'm not sure," he announced in a low voice as to not raise attention. It took an eyebrow raise and a few seconds to realize he was talking in his ear piece and not to me. I didn't understand this dimensional crack anyways.

We stopped walking from our little get away from the group and stepped near a window where he finally looked at me. "How was your first skydive?" He asked with a curve of his lips in amusement.

"I'm not going to ask how you knew it was my first," I sighed, "because I already know. So TrianOut used a grenade from another dimension - which by the way, I still don't understand - to try and kill us. Fabulous."

He nodded slowly, and then perked up like a Labrador. I watched in amusement as he listened to the chirping in his ear piece and then frowned as he pouted, focusing in on me again. "As much as I feel you need this conversation, knowing TrianOut's ways of destroying things and people, we can't. Finn's most probably getting there. Zack's getting reports of TrianOut agents heading toward the city in big trucks with TrianOut in different languages. If whatever their planning needs them to deploy that many agents, she's planning something big with that school."

I turned around without another word and headed toward the agents who were still crowded around the tablet, watching something carefully. "Alright agents, time to move out."

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A/N: Second last chapter oops.