I'm rewriting my older story 'Starting With the Truth'. I was thinking about it and well I got a lot of new ideas. Please read, please review. Should I continue?

Starting With The Truth

The sun is setting in Whales, sitting directly over the military camp in the Brecon Beacons. Though the sun shines its massive light, there is a darkness that falls over the place. A mood that can't be shaken, a dark mood. The camp is very quiet, training is over for the day, like every other day, but instead of the usual gather in the Mess Hall at this time soldiers are lining up at the doors of the Seminar Hall. A meeting with special guest will take place in the course of 10 minutes, but no one seems to be rushing to their seats.

Inside the nearly empty Seminar Hall a man waits for the meeting to begin, but this is no soldier. The guest, or rather one of the guests, for the meeting sits in the front in similar combat clothing. The usual camouflage pants over newly shined black combat boots, and a grass green shirt, all to big for him, hangs off his body like a women's dress would a child's. His hands are shaking with nervousness, he was never the speaker in the family, that was his older brothers job. That said older brother sits beside him in the same attire, the only difference is that his fits right. Most should recognize the pair, but very few do. In fact it took the sergeant a while before he remembered two of his best recruits. Yes, John and Ian Rider are back from the 'dead' as some would call it. This can only mean one thing... Danger. Not for just them, but also their family. The family that thinks they are dead.

Ian Rider shakes as the thought of getting on stage in front of everyone runs through his mind. John looks at him with a bit of concern, not as much as he normally would have, but in this particular place and at this particular moment, John can't show any weakness. Not to a room full of unknown soldiers. The room has started filling up. Unit members sit among each other and loudness soon invades the comforting silence for Ian.

"You ok there little brother?" John asks from his seat looking at him from the side. Ian turns to face his older brother with a bit of uncertainty.

"I'm fine. Stop mollycoddling me." Ian's voice is hard, and filled with annoyance. Not for John though, for himself.

"You do realize that I'm your older brother and that won't work with me right? I helped raise you; I know good and well when something is bothering you and it's not mollycoddling you. It's being worried about your general wellbeing, and my general wellbeing. You look like you are going to blow chunks any moment, if you do and the mess gets on my shoe then it will be at the sake of your general wellbeing. So to just prevent that whole scene I ask you again. Are you ok there little brother?" Ian laughs, releasing a little stress that's been hiding in his body. John has been like this since the day he was born, so Ian knows what to expect. He also knows that if he did in fact 'blow chunks' John would not be upset if the mess got on his shoe; instead he would be worried and mollycoddling. This situation has happened before.

"I'm just nervous." Ian says in a small voice almost as if's a sin to show his weakness.

"Nervous? About what? Getting on stage?" John asks and Ian nods a bit for the last part of his question. "Well I assure you that you have nothing to be worried about. You are just going to be standing behind the table and clicking slides. I'll be doing the talking." John knows his little brother is shy, though he tries to hide it from many people. He knows that Ian hates to be around crowds and to talk amongst more than 4 or 5 people. John would never intentionally make him do anything that would hurt him, well not without a little help for that matter.

"Your right. I'll be fine. I'm just over reacting." Ian says and lets John squeeze his shoulder with a soft hand.

"I'm always right. Don't forget that." John says, making Ian laugh a little more. John throws his head back to laugh along with his little brother.

"Better watch out when you throw your head back John, wouldn't want to hurt anyone with that big head of yours." Ian says and John sends him a glare along with a kick to his ankle.

"If it weren't starting right now your wellbeing would be in danger." John threatens. With that note they are both silenced along with everyone in the mess hall. The meeting has begun.

Alex's P.O.V

I stir at the sound of the alarm clock from the other side of my room. I sit up and glare at the thing for sending the unwanted nose at this time in the morning. It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and according to the alarm clock that Jack set, it's time to get up. I grab the nearest thing, being my only toy left and throw it at the alarm. After hitting the alarm and shutting it off the small stuffed animal falls to the floor with a small thud.

I'm a little too old for toys, but the only reason I keep it is because it is the only thing I have of my mum and dad. My dad bought it for my mum when she was in labor with me, and my mum gave it to me as my first toy. The small stuffed Lion sits there in the floor and I feel a little bad for throwing the thing. It was named Taz when I was a baby, and I just never changed the name. I can't throw it away though because it's the one thing that keeps me close to my parents.

I got back from the Stormbreaker mission early this morning and Jack sent me straight to bed when I got here. I've been sleeping since then. I let my muscles relax and I lie down again and look up thinking about the mission. I'm so tired I could fall asleep again, but I settle on lying down to wake up, not to fall asleep again.

I can see the setting sun through my window and groan as I throw the blankets off warm body. I yawn as I bend over to grab Taz. Without changing out of my pajamas I walk down the stairs following the smell of dinner. I smile at Jack as I enter the door way of the kitchen. She looks at me and tries to smile, but her red face is wet and I wonder if she's been crying. I go over to her a quickly as I can and she engulfs me in a hug.

"Jack what's wrong?" I ask and she sighs in my ear before holding me at arm's length and frowning.

"MI6 are in the kitchen. Alex, something is wrong." She says and I hug her again. Trying to comfort her.

"You're not being sent to America, I won't let it happen." I say and she smiles.

"Alex you are brave kiddo, but I'm the adult. I can handle them as well as you can, if not better. Come on let's go see what they have to say." Jack says and I nod and follow her into the kitchen. I know Jack said she could handle them better than I but I question if that's really true.

Johns P.O.V.

I smile and think of my wife as the sergeant talks to the whole room. We won't be called up for a while so I let my mind drift. My beautiful wife, Helen Rider will be here tomorrow. She is currently with MI6, whom I trust wholeheartedly. I think about my son who I haven't seen in 14 years and whom I miss. I don't even know the kid, but I'm his dad. Alex is my son, and I will not lose him again. MI6 will never use him again. Suddenly I'm nudged in the side from Ian and look at my little brother madly. He then nods toward the sergeant and I look that way.

"Ian, John. Will you both come up here? These are our guest. Give them your undivided attention because they are going to be telling you some big news."

(AN/ so… Alex will hear the same story John will be telling, but he'll hear it from MI6 at the same time. So I won't show where Mrs. Jones explains it to Alex and Jack. It'll just go straight to the next part. But they do know.)

I walk up to the stage followed by my younger brother, and I can feel him shaking from here. He's walking really close to me, as if he's hiding. I don't like it when my brother gets like this, he worries me.

"You'll be fine." I mutter to him as he walks past me to where the sergeant was standing to the computer. He nods and smiles at me after he brings up the presentation. He begins with a picture of a Rat and the heading is RAT. We don't really know what to expect, Smithers put this together. "Alright. Well, my name is John; this is my little brother Ian. We are here from MI6 for two reasons; one is to provide you with information about a new organization that is more dangerous than Scorpia. The second reason is to seek protection from them, along with our family. We will need to be protected until we get a plan to stop them. Before we get to needing protection from them though we need to inform you on what this organization is and what they do. Rat is an organization that has been spreading across the world for years now. It all started 14 years ago, when a young man named Matthew Series and his friends formed a gang in downtown London. They were not high school students; they understood what they were doing, and how wrong it was. So as an MI6 agent I had to go into battle to try to stop them. After killing Matthew Series I thought it was over, so did MI6. We were wrong. Rat has only grown stronger over the years, with a new leader they plan to get revenge on me, my family, and the world. Rat does exactly what a Rat does. They send out agents, and they attack in silence. No one knows who they are dealing with until it's too late. They are a lot like Rats; in fact their main method is to infect their prisoners with sickness, and disease. They are sneaky animals, who love to kill, but what's worse is they love to carry out your pain. They want to keep you alive." I say and look at sergeant who is nodding and I breathe in a deep breath before I go along. This whole time Ian has been changing slides to help further explain my point. I look back at the screen after hearing a sigh from him, and a gasp from everyone in the place.

The screen has two pictures on it. One of Helen, baby Alex, and I before I died. The other one is a picture of teenage Alex, Ian, and a housekeeper Ian got named Jack. I look at the screen before looking back at the soldiers.

"These are the people I'm trying to protect. In the first picture you see my wife, and my son as a baby 14 years ago; he's not even one in that picture. After I killed Series MI6 decided to kill me to keep me hid; so they staged the death of my wife and I. My son, Alex, was left to his uncle Ian. The next picture is rather recent isn't it Ian?" He nods at my question and I go on. "This is my son now, my brother around 5 weeks ago, and their housekeep Jack. 2 weeks ago MI6 staged Ian's death too, so you see how important this is to me. You see, since I'm dead to them, they are going to come after my son. I can't have that. He's only 14. That's why I need your help."

I look to my brother and he nods me along.

"Now saying that, my family and I will be staying here for a while. I have been observing all the units to pick out the strongest one that we can stay with. My final decision is K-Unit. My family and I will be staying there. Tomorrow we start your training to prevent Rat." I say and hand it back over to sergeant.

"These two are your new sergeants along with myself. So you will have to listen to them. K-Unit stay after please. Dismissed." Sergeant says and everyone but four from a section in the front gets up. I assume they are k-unit. I go down to them and smile before introducing myself.

"I am John Rider, if you didn't hear." Ian then comes behind me and does the same thing.

"Thank you so much for picking us Sir. We will not let you down. I'm Wolf, and this is Eagle, Snake, and Fox." The leader Wolf says and soon we are talking about living arrangements, but knowing that I'm going to meet my son soon I'm distracted. I can't seem to stop thinking about it.

(A/N- Alex was told that they are alive. He believes it without any problems but nervousness)

Alex's P.O.V

The backseat of the car is pretty empty considering Jack and I are the only ones in it. I lean into her shoulder feeling my body grow tired. We are almost there. We left around 5:15 after a short explanation from MI6 about Rat. I look out the dark window from her shoulder and breath in deeply, feeling a yawn come on.

"Do you really think Ian's alive?" I ask her and she nods patting my head softly.

"Yes, I do Alex. I know Ian Rider when I see him, so you won't be fooled." She says and I try to make her feel better by laughing. "You're nervous I can tell. Look if it's about your parents I know for a fact that you'll be fine. Alex you've wanted to know them all your life. Don't be nervous when you finally get the chance to." She says and I nod and smile at her.

"Your right Jack. Why would they lie to me though? I mean I trust Ian and all, but he basically lied to both of us when he died. He also lied to me all my life and since you've been working for him. He never told us he was a spy." I say and she looks down on me sadly.

"Look here Shorty! Ian was trying to protect you. Do NOT be mad at him for keeping you safe, I would have done the same thing. Be happy. Your wish has finally been answered." She says and I smile at her.

"I think I got more than I bargained for."

John's P.O.V

I sit in the newly arranged hut waiting to see my son for the first time in 14 years, and my gut is churning.

"What type of kid is he Ian?" I ask my younger brother to get a laugh from him.

"John, I've answered this before. He's a mix between you and Helen. That's what happens when two people have a baby." He says smiling and I glare at him.

"Ian I was the one explaining that to you when you were 16. Watch it, you're on thin ice. I mean it, what is his personality?" I ask and he smiles before going over the same answers as before, but before he gets to it a car door closes from outside.

"Looks like you get to find out now." Ian says and goes to the door as it opens revealing a young red head woman and a blond haired teenage boy. He has big brown eyes that look at me first as he is led in the hut. He looks at me until Ian steps in front of him and takes his attention off of me.

"CUB?" The members of the unit are yelling out, but I don't know what they're talking about.

"IAN!" he says happily and Ian pulls him into a big hug. Suddenly I feel out of place. I look around the hut to the unit members who are looking at Alex like he's got two heads.

Alex's P.O.V

It's really Ian, but I have to do what he taught me first. Pulling away from his hug I look at him skeptically.

"What Alex?" he asks and I thin my eyes at that.

"IF you're really Ian, then answer a question for me. What was the name of my football team?" I ask getting a laugh from so called Ian.

"Alex, that is so easy. It's the angels." he says and I pull back from him before I point at him.

"NOT IAN!" I say and he smiles. Of course I know it's him.

"Just kidding Alex. You play for Brookland Comprehensive, your school might I add. You are the captain, but also play a forward." I smile and get back in the hug. Suddenly I feel moving beside me. I look around the hut to find K-Unit.

"Oh great!" I mutter and then notice a familiar looking man standing up in the back of the hut. "Ian is that?" I ask and he nods before grabbing my shoulder and pushing me over to him.

The man has blond hair and blue eyes. He's very fit and tall, I'm up to his chest. He's looks just like he did in the picture I have.

"Alex this is your dad." Ian says and pushes me toward him.

"Alex, I haven't seen you in 14 years. I am so sorry." He says and looks at me like he doesn't know what to do. I've dreamed about his moment all my life and everything that I played out I would do isn't happening, but I finally get the strength to walk closer to him and hug into him tight.

"Dad." I say and feel his arms wrap around me, holding me in a strong grip.

"Alex, I have so much to explain to you, but first let's get to the main reason we are here. We are in trouble." he says and though I haven't forgotten I just don't want to discuss that right now.

Even though this situation is horrible, things are looking pretty good.

So I thought I would write Starting with the Truth again, how does it sound so far? I want some reviews please.