Saying Tyler was mad was a understatement. He was pissed. Everybody in the CIA knew that when he was pissed you don't get in his way no matter what. He had learned the most shocking thing ever and he lived in a pretty fucked up world. But this was shocking, more shocking then when his parents had died when he was only 2 years old.

(Flashback)

He was sitting in his boss's office waiting quietly and silently. He was the world's best spy which gave him a lot of enemies in his life. Finally he snapped out of his thoughts when the door to the office opened and in walked Joe Byrne.

"Hello, Tyler." He said with a slight smile. But he just sat there with an emotionless face. Not returning the smile. Joe sat down right behind his desk.

"So I'll take it the kill went perfectly?"

Silence that's all that there was, of course he took this as a yes.

"So let me get to the point on why you're here, Tyler." Byrne said

"We asked you to come here to give you a choice. Now I know at being only 15 you have a lot of stuff on your plate. So we are giving you a choice. Option 1) we take back what we gave you and you can live a normal life. Option 2) you ask for seconds. Or Option 3) you can be excused but always be welcomed back. So it is your choice. What is it going to be?

Tyler waited a few minutes till he asked the question of who.

"Who?"

"What do you mean 'Who'?"

"Like who came up with this decision."

"Higher up's."

"I guess option 3 my friend."

"Good, now let's get on to the other matter on hand. Your brother."

(Flashback end)

All these thoughts went through his head as he was boarding his plane. Today America. Tomorrow England.