This isn't an Alias story, and I didn't know where else to post it. Besides, I have quite a few fans here. Not to brag or anything. This is a spy thriller. And for those of you who have read my past Alias fics and my current ones, then you will really enjoy this. For the rest of you, just give it some time. I think you'll find that you'll like it. Posting chapters will be slow, since I am also writing Recall, which has chapters in demand. Now, I started this story a LONG time ago, and just recently picked it up again. It starts out slow, but it gets good around chapter 3. please read, please enjoy, and please let me know what you think. <span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Hidden Mole</span> Chapter 1: Recruited She twisted a strand of light orange hair around her finger as she stared up into nothing. Cold surounded her, cemmented in by the conncriet walls. She lay still in her bed, for the sixth month of the third year in the United States custody. Sometimes she regretted what she did, but most of the time she didn't. She was proud of it. She couldn't remember the sound of her voice, she couldn't remember what she looked like. Being alone for three and a half years did that to her. She stopped twisting her hair at hearing more than one pair of footsteps. Her steady gaze moved to the glass that shielded her from the world. A man unknown to her stopped and faced her. The security guard stood a few yards down the hall. She slowly slipped off her bed and approached the unknown man behind the glass. She glared at him, trying to intimidate him. She waited for him to speak. "Hello Miss Snyder." The man said. "I'm Alec Fletcher. I'm here to talk to you about your releasment." She smirked and shook her head. "I'm not being released." Fletcher smiled. "You are now." He pulled out a silencer. And before the guard could make a move for his radio or gun, the bullet hit him and he fell to the ground. Alec pulled out a device that she recognized as a descrambler. Once activated, the glass door opened. She stood there, staring. "What's goin on? Who are you?" Alec gently pulled her out of the small room. "All in time Miss Snyder. All in time." It brought back so many memories. The desks, the people, the phones, computers, the building. It was all so much like it. Stories tall, or stories low. Dark, noisy, busy. It brought her some comfort. But who was it? It couldn't have been any US agencies. None of them would break her out. Then who? Alec Fletcher led her through this building, leading her to an explination. She wanted to know. "You will know." He had said. She'd gotten her hair cut, showered, given normal cloths. She felt good, she felt alive. Like she was a known person, someone who existed. They stepped into a black elevator. Alec pressed a button marked with the number fourteen. The elevator began to move, down. Fourteen levels down, underground. "Where are we going?" She asked softly. Alec loooked at her with his honey-colored eyes. "To your answer." She met his eyes with hers. The elevator stopped, and Alec stepped out. She followed. This floor was not as busy. Fewer people, less desks. A little brighter, more organized. They reached a door, and it opened itself. Alec gestured her forward. She cautiously stepped in, looking around. A middle-aged man in a suit approached her. He held out his hand. "Alisha Snyder, welcome." She, Alisha, hesitantly reached out and took his hand. The first physical contact she's had in three years. "My name is Kevin Edison. Please, have a seat." Edison spun a big, black leather chair around. Alisha stood there, staring. A chair, soft, fluffly, comfortable. Sensation surged through her body as she sank into the chair. Edison smiled. "Feels good huh?" He walked around a long, black marble table. He stopped at the other end, across from Alisha. "I know you're wondering why you're here, Miss Snyder." Edison began. "We all did." Alisha eyed him carefully. Edison sat in his chair. "You're here because, I know all about you. Where you use to work, why you were put in the United States custody. I know it all." There was a momentary silence. Edison leaned forward in his chair. "We are all, just like you. Good, rejected, rogue. This is an agency of rogue agents Miss Snyder. We all use to be part of the US government. FBI, CIA, NSA, IMF, those sort of things. But we, for some reason, went rogue, or betrayed the US, and were caught." He tilted his head to one side slightly. "Like you." "So what is this?" Alisha asked. "The ARA? Agency of Rogue Spies?" Edison chuckled. "Slow down Snyder. Don't go too far ahead. Don't you want to know why you're here?" Alisha stayed quiet. "Whenever a mole, or a rogue agent is put into custody, we break 'em out. Introduce them to our agency, and send them in to other agencies undercover." "US agencies?" Snyder asked. Edison nodded. "Yes." Alisha's eyes narrowed. "Why?" "What every rogue or mole wants, power, control. But mainly, revenge." Edison explained. Alisha shook her head. "I'm not going back. Besides, they'll recognize me." "Of course it doesn't have to be the same agency." Edison assured. "Obviously you'll have to change your appearence and get an alias. Since the US government now knows you're loose." "So you want me to work for you." Snyder stated. "Yes." "What if I don't want to?" Alisha challenged. Edison twirled his thumbs. "How could you not? It's exactly the same as it use to be. Gathering and selling the agencies technology and intel. But now you have more excitement." He leaned forward. "How could you not want revenge?" He stood up and slowly walked around the table. "You can get revenge on an agency by working undercover in another. They're all connected, all the US government." Edison stopped, standing right in front of her. "What do you say?" Alisha looked up at him. "Show me more." "You'll have to go through all the training again. Refresh your memory." Edison showed her the combat training arena. Two agents stood in the middle in fighting stances. "It wont take long. Probably only a couple days before you're back in shape." She followed him over to a tall, middle-aged women. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she gulped down some water. "This will be your instructor in combat training." The women held out her hand. "I'm Kelsey Wynd. Welcome to our organization." Alisha took Kelsey's hand. "Thanks." Edison continued on. Alisha looked back one last time at the two agents fighting. Edison walked on through more long hallways. They went through a series of doors until they came to a viewing window. Six or seven people were lined up, earmuffs on and pistols in their hands. A buzz echoed, and they fired off at the targets in front of them. "You will review the weapons." Edison said. "How they work, how to clean and hold them." He looked over at Alisha. "It will be quick." Alisha didn't take her eyes off the practicing agents. "What about all the rest?" Edison looked at her weird. "The techniques, lock picking, hiding, sneaking." "Yes, you'll go over that too." Edison promised. "I believe that you, Snyder, will be back to being an expert in a matter of two or three days. That is, if you're not already still an expert." Alisha faced him. "Let's go see how much I remember." Alisha sugested. Edison smiled. Kelsey Wynd blinked rapidly and gasped. A sharp pain jabbed the back of her head. The wind had been completely taken out of her. Alisha smiled down at Kelsey, her foot pinning her down. Kelsey coughed. "You're good." Alisha stepped back and offered a hand to Kelsey. Kelsey took it and stood up. "Sorry if I hurt you too bad." Alisha apologized. Kelsey shook her head and waved her hand. "Don't worry about it." She held a document out to Alisha. "This is your progress report. You know what to do with it." Nodding, Alisha took it. "Yeah, thanks." Edison slowly smiled as he flipped through the pages. He looked up at Alisha. "Well Snyder, according to Wynd, you've finished your reviewing." Alisha looked at him surprised. "Already? But it's only been a few days." "I told you before, that's all it would be." Edison took a breath. "You are a very experienced agent Snyder. Very. You never forget your training, no matter how long it's been, or how hard you try. All you have to do is get back into it, then you're how you use to be." He flipped the document shut. "You're ready for the feild." "Wait a minute." Alisha said, holding up her hand. "Before we do anything more, I want some information. You still haven't explained to me exactly what this place is." "I believe I have, Miss Snyder." "So let me see if this is right, this agency is an enemy of the United States. Everyone working here was once an agent for the government, but they are all rejects and rogue." Alisha kept her cold eyes on the man. Edison nodded. "That's correct." Alisha took a breath. "How, how big is it? I mean, how many branches are there?" "All of that will be explained to you by your case officer." The director told her. She narrowed her eyes. "My what?" "Your case officer. You could call it your handler." "I know what it is!" Snyder yelled at him. Edison nodded understandably. "Yes, of course you do. Don't worry Miss Snyder. This is not your past." Alisha sneered at him. "History has a way of repeating itself." He nodded. "True. But all you have to do, Miss Snyder, is stay professional. I don't think you'll have a problem with that. This agent is purely by the book." She glared at Edison. "I've heard that before." "Well, this time it's true." He took in a deep breath and pushed a slip of paper toward her. "These are the directions to your meeting place." Alisha took a deep breath as she slowly pulled the car to a stop. She hasn't driven in a long time. And to actually see the public again, it was, refreshing. She got out of her car and spotted her...handler. She slowly approached him, and when she reached him she gasped. "Fletcher? Alec Fletcher?" He nodded, slightly smiling. "Good to see you again Agent Snyder." He replied. "Please, get in the car." They both climbed in his car. Alisha looked around as Alec fumbled through his briefcase. "So what is this place?" "An abandoned parking garage." Alec replied. "It was used by drug dealers and the homeless. But now, it's ours." She looked away from him, memories flooding back. She bit her lip. "So, you're going to tell me about the..." "ARS." Alec finished. A document was in his lap. "Yes, in fact I am." He handed the folder to her. "Everything you need to know is in there. Oh, and I think you'll be happy to know, we got you a place to stay." She snapped her head in his direction. "A-a place to...stay? As in, a house?" He chuckled. "Yeah, a house." Her eyes glistened with excitement as she leaned closer to him. "Where-where is it?" Alec started up his car. "I'll take you there." Alisha stared in awe. "It's...big." Alec shrugged. "It's big enough. Want to go in?" He held up the key. She grabbed it from him and quickly made her way to the front foor. She stopped on the doorstep and reached out her hand to feel the door. "It's been so long." She said. She unlocked the door, slowly turned the handle and opened it. She slowly walked in. It was a nice place. Really nice. And big. Alisha explored the whole thing, it was already filled with furniture, dishes, towels and...cloths. She shook her head. "This is amaxzing." She looked at Alec. "Were you supose to bring me here?" He nodded. "Yes. LIke it?" She smiled. "I love it! I can't tell you what it's like to be back in civilazation again." "I know." Alec said quietly. Alisha looked at him, her smile slowly shrinking. He too was a rogue spy, so to speak. He must've gone through all this. He took a breath. "I sugest you go through that document, read it thoroughly." She nodded. "You know how to get to the agency?" Nodding, she answered. "Yes." "Good." He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He held it out to her. "Welcome to the ARS, Agent Snyder." So....what did you guys think? After I post more of Recall, I'll put up chapter 2. Please let me know what you think!!! And you may think it should be in the General section, but it's not general. You'll see what I mean as time goes on.