They told me I was the best, the best of the best when it came to hacking into computers and to get out of sticky situations. My parents wouldn't be too proud of what I do, or how I am doing it. It's not a good job to have since you're the youngest hacker in the field of work and that makes me on the top of the police list. I was working under a government organization named Haven, a French organization that is underground that helps with computer backups and computer merging. So, this makes me life a little bit more interesting.

My name is Emily, but I go by the name of Clover.

I'm only 25 years old and I can hack into any computer and get myself out of any room with any soldier within thirty seconds. I was trained to work computers, to work machines as a puzzle solver. I was born as a genius prodigy according to my parents, being able to get logical puzzles down at the age of 6 that were meant for 12 year olds. I never knew why I was smart, or how it came to be, but I knew that I was never meant for the normal life.

I started at Haven when I was only 15 years old, my parents were thinking of it being a good idea for me to go there instead of being there at home with them. I never had the typical relationship with them, since I wasn't the typical daughter they wanted. When my friends went to prom, I was hacking into systems from Russia and China without permission and getting information that wasn't allowed to the public. When my friends were talking about boyfriends and who they were found over, I was talking to other geniuses like me on the internet and exchanging new hacker data and technology bits. So growing up was never easy for me. I knew my father wanted better for me, wanted to have me be a typical young daughter for him to love and to have, and Lord knows my mother hated it that I never wanted dresses, make up, and other girlish things. I had to put those to rest as I was placed in the Haven organization. They only wanted the best of the best, those who can hack, fight, be in disguise, and other things suited to become the ultimate spy.

I severed ties to my parents, since it was needed as a worker for Haven to not put others in danger or harm's way. This was fine with me, in a way I knew that it was the best for them not to get hurt since I was going to place them in danger. I was placed under the care of a naval officer named Cusco, only by his first name and nothing more. He taught me all that there is to know about hacking from his field, though I knew a fair trade myself. He also taught me other tools I needed, as to how to fight in hand to hand combat. It was nice to know that I can defend myself, since I was only known as the computer nerd of the group. That was a flaw with me: I placed others before myself. I knew this was true, since I would make sure others were safe before saving my own neck. I hated thinking of myself, even know I knew how to take care of myself and make myself disappear from the internet or from anywhere with technology.

But as I got older I knew that what I was doing was coming at a price in the end. I was risking my neck, the neck of those in Haven, and those who I was stealing from. I had to be careful, make sure what I was doing that going to be clear with nothing left behind or else I could get people killed, or even myself. I was a hard thing to grasp as a seventeen year old girl who had the logical mind of a 40 year old from MIT. With that in mind, I wondered if I ever had a chance at a normal life, a chance at being a typical girl who went to prom, had a average brain or even had a decent boyfriend. But now, I guess I was destined for better things.

More dangerous things.

It all started with a hacking protocol that I was assigned to get into. It was a colder night in France and I was working away in my station on the second floor of Haven that was underground. I was briefed on what to find and when I need to have it by, but I could get it sooner if I wanted to. But this time it was different, much different. As I was hacking into the computer system I saw the screen going fuzzy for a moment or two, making me stop my progress and then see it go blank. I looked behind me at Cusco, seeing him look at the other screens around me and seeing the exact same thing. I knew something was up since our computers systems never went down, not once since I started working at Haven.

"Que continue ici?" What is going on here? I heard behind me as I saw the head of my department walk over to us, hands behind his back and a look of anger on his face.

"Nous ne connaissons pas monsieur. Les écrans sont allés blanc et nous ne pouvons pas trouver une source à elle." We don't know sir. The screens went blank and we can't find a source to it. Cusco replies back behind me as I tried to find the source through my techniques and loops. but I found nothing.

"Can we get back online?" Can we get back online? I heard behind me as I looked behind me at the director.

"Pas encore monsieur. Celui qui a fait ceci est au delà de notre monsieur de technologie." Not yet sir. Whoever did this is beyond our technology sir. This was beyond frustrating for me trying to figure out what the problem what, but then all of the screen came back on again and there was a face on the screen. It was a pale face, almost looking too skinny for his own good and slicked back brown hair. His face was sinister, beyond sinister with a complexion that looked rather evil than good.

"Haven Industries. You have someone of great value. If you wish to stay underground from the public eye, or even alive, you will give her over to me with no fuss or confrontation." He said through to almost me, giving me a chill up and down my spine. His accent was German, I knew that for certain.

"I know how to get into your network, and you must believe me when I say that I can take you down within seconds if you don't uphold your end of the bargain. All I want, is Emily Tresta." He said into the screen and I froze in my spot, looking at the screen and hoping that it was someone else, or even a dream. He knows who I am? HOw could that be since I was under wraps for years? What does he want with me? Before I could look back at Cusco, he spoke once more.

"You have 12 hours to hand her over to me." he said, and finally left the screen. Everything else on the screens around me went black and there was no noise in the room. I knew all eyes were on me as I slowly got up from my seat, eyes still glued onto the screen in front of me. There shock of being wanted by a foreign and unknown man was sell scaring me, knowing that my life was no in danger for some odd reason. He must of known that I was a hacker, a great one at that and that I knew technology better than some people. But what does he want me for? I finally looked behind me at Cusco, who walked over to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I knew he was never one for emotions, but I knew he had a heart somewhere in there for his students.

"We are not going to do this." He said in english, his broken french accent coming through. I shook my head.

"But Haven.." I was started to say, but he shook his head and I stopped talking.

"But nothing. We're going to figure this out." He replied back to me, having me still concerned that he was risking his neck for me, the whole agency was risking their next for me. But after he said that to me, we heard the phone ring and one of the workers answered it. There was a pause for a second or two, until he walked over to Cusco and gave it to him. Cusco placed it on speaker phone for everyone to hear.

"Whom am I speaking to?" He asked aloud into the phone.

"Nick Fury, leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. division and of the Avengers." I heard back through the phone, an American accent. I looked up at Cusco, knowing who the Avengers were. They helped save the world a couple of years back when Manhattan was almost destroyed by aliens. I remembered watching them on the TV and seeing them all there, though they had a big of a back lash from the public because of the damaged that happened.

"How can I help you, Mr. Fury?" Cusco asked aloud in the phone.

"I have a plane coming in to pick up Emily Tresta out of your protection in order to protect her from the threat that is against her. WE caught the feed that just went through to you and we need some of her intelligence in her field, along with protecting her with all cost." He explained over the phone, having me look down at the phone with disbelief. Nick Fury wanted to protect me from whomever was against me and wanted me. My world was radically changing in front of my own eyes, and there was nothing for me to do about it. I could blame my brain for this, for being so smart and ahead of my time that others wanted to use me or protect me. Was this on purpose? I knew I was going to be safe with them.

As safe as a hack can be, right?