Stardate 2238.4 Arctic Norway, Earth

A blonde woman in a white lab coat ran. Ran so fast she didn't think she was capable but her life and the life of a small bundle in her arms depended on it. The white halls of this Research Facility were barren save for a security team and the medical staff. What was odd was that besides that the only remaining inhabitants were in fact small children. This child in her arms had been born not but several hours ago. She was small, but her cries were strong. Dr. Elizabeth Branson took one look at this innocent life and knew she couldn't condemn one more child to this life here. No matter what she had been told, that it was for the betterment of mankind she could not for the life of her torture another.

Weeks ago, when the delivery of this child began via surrogacy by a volunteer of a local she had made plans to smuggle the child out and to a couple who would take her to London. Then she would begin her plans to extract each child and get them out as well. But, when she had taken this newborn from the nursery she was met with the security detail.

That's when she took off in a desperate sprint, flashing her keycard on the access panels.

When finally, out in the snow she held the child tighter who had now resorted to bellowing her small lungs out. In the distance, she saw the shuttle that had landed covertly in the field in the snow. Running, her legs never wavering even though there was phaser fire all around her she neared the shuttle her hands pushing the child away from her and into the arms of a woman.

"Take her! Keep her safe! Never return." Elizabeth yelled and suddenly with a flash of light hitting her square in the back she fell forward just as the child left her hands. Her face hit the snow, her glasses falling off and a few inches away. Her lifeless eyes open as the flurry of snow fell around them.

The doors to the shuttle closed and the man in the cockpit fired up the engines and not long before they took off in the sky. The woman came and sat next to him as she held the small child close who had calmed some. The man looked at his wife and to their new addition.

"Is she healthy?" he asked and the woman took a medical tricorder from her pocket and examined the child.

"More than so. Was it wise to take her from there?"

"Those children need to be liberated Alice. I can't believe Starfleet would condone such a thing. We were lucky we found out, at least we could get one away from that place."

"What if she's found?"

"I was careful."

"Jacob, we could lose everything…"

"I know. It's one less weapon just think of it that way."

The facility didn't have the power or resources to follow the shuttle and it escaped into the night without a trace. The child on board fast asleep in the arms of the person she would one day call a mother and a person she also would one day call her father.

Stardate 2260.7 Lunar Station 1

Another body hit a training mat. Then another. Several bodies at this point in time were firmly on the ground having been put there by one personage.

Light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail as some stray hair stuck to her face. Her wrapped fists held up to guard her face as she blocked kicks and punches from her sparring partners. Her light green eyes scanning her surroundings and ears open to hearing as she dodged arms and legs skillfully. She was what Starfleet would consider the epitome of excellent training.

April Sommers was a Tactical Recruit for Starfleet. At eighteen, much to her parent's dismay, she had joined at the recruiting station. Most, at eighteen go straight to boot camp if you don't have any further education in a specific field. From there you are trained like every other officer. It was apparent however that April showed more than intelligence but physical aptitude.

It burned clearly in her mind when she was recruited into Tactical Forces. She had been eating in the mess hall when another Recruit swiped her trey of food off the table in front of her. She had an unusual calm composure to her always and her steel gaze often made others rather uncomfortable. She always had made everyone around her uncomfortable and never understood quite how or why. Children at school didn't like her nor adults. It had something to do with her intelligence…she was inexplicably smart. The other Recruits didn't take kind to her aptitude.

Always top marks.

Always the best fighter.

"Why don't you do everyone a favor and go run back to that slum you crawled out from."

"I hardly doubt London is a slum, you inconsequential swine." She said hardly as she turned her head to look at the brute. Her steel gaze held his as she saw a flicker of fear behind his. However his stupidity and anger forced him to keep his stance over her.

"What did you call me?"

"I called you a pig. Or do they not teach you proper vernacular in the Midwest?"

It was then his fist reeled back and April stood up as he did. His big meaty hand came barreling at her and she merely took a step back. It missed her by inches but the recruit stumbled towards her. It only took a few moments as she broke his hand and his arm, swept his legs out from under him and with her hand around his throat she slammed him from a standing position to his back firmly on the ground. He gagged as he held onto her wrist with his good hand trying to pry her off. Her strength…that also threw people off.

It was like watching someone with utter blind murderous rage double their strength.

Two sets of hands pulled her off but she effectively took down his recruit friends and they lay next to him, one with a broken nose and the other with a blown-out knee cap.

She was about to go in for more when the officers entered the mess, all aimed with phasers and had a few aimed at her.

"Stand down Recruit Sommers!" someone yelled. She threw her hands up as two came up and took each arm and escorted her from the mess.

She remembered sitting in the cell of the brig her back ramrod straight as she had her eyes closed. She had to remember to control herself, it was hard. When so many people did not accept you and she had no clue since childhood why. She was there for a total of two days and in that time, she hardly moved. Guards brought her food and water, but she didn't eat. She sat still, breathing in and out.

Near midday on the second day she heard the door to her cell open and there in front of her was a man in a white Starfleet Uniform. The badges on it immediately reflected his rank. She stood and stood straight.

"April Sommers." He said casually his voice full of something she could not pinpoint. He walked into the cell and took a few looks around, then to the two plates of food on the floor. His brow raised as he then looked back at her. "You did a hell of a number on three of your fellow Recruits."

She said nothing. Why was an Admiral of Starfleet seeing to a personal, if not undoubtedly an inconsequential matter?

"I'm Admiral Alexander Marcus." He said feigning what she would guess a polite if not cordial introduction. "I'll make this short and simple, I don't like insubordination. I don't like watching my future officers behave like savages. We are elite, we are better. These are not actions Starfleet condones. Not under my watch lil' lady."

"Sir." She nodded.

"I don't think Starfleet is for you." He said with finality. "However, Section 31 Tactical Division could use you. You're skilled in combat and your test scores are some of the highest this program has seen. So, what do you say Sommers? Put that anger to good use?"

Now she was Major April Sommers of the Alpha Squadron of Section 31. An elite covert division of Starfleet that operated outside normal standards. A intelligence division. It only took her a few years but soon she became the Admiral's favorite.

She was sent all over the world and galaxy to do his bidding. She would return with successful results. It earned her no friendships here at the Section either but she had more of a place in the world. A purpose.

When her last opponent hit the floor, a buzzer sounded and she moved off the mat. The session had been called to a close. Right now, she was on Lunar Station 1 with Alpha Squadron. The only people she could even remotely call friends.

A tall Agent with blonde hair and blue eyes made his way over to her. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm and took a sip from the water bottle he had in his hand.

"Next time you think you can throw me a little lighter Major? Needn't go so hard." He said and she gave him a roll of the eyes as she tore the tape from her hands and threw it in her standard issue duffle bag.

"An enemy isn't going to throw you lighter Corporal. I highly doubt a Klingon will."

"Still," he said rubbing his neck. "I'd like to be able to still walk you know."

Corporal Brian Mackenzie was someone who talked to April at least like she was normal. April didn't know exactly why this man had decided to try and befriend her but the moment he stepped off the recruiting shuttle into Section 31, he made it his personal mission to get to know her. It threw her off to be sure, but after three years and a lot of annoyances she learned to tolerate him.

Reaching for her water bottle she twisted the cap and took a sip before shrugging and turning to face Brian.

"Well, learn to block your left better and I won't be hitting you as hard."

This earned a smile from him. Sure, he was a good-looking guy but for some reason April always found others, especially the members of the opposite sex so incredibly dull. They lacked something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Being a Section agent as well, didn't really mean one had time for dating. It wasn't a life you wanted to involve anyone in.

It was then the Facility Commander entered the room. She was pretty, brown skin and hair and rich chocolate eyes. She had a stern face always however and was known for being one of the stricter women to ever walk. She always talked at you rather than with you and virtually commanded respect of those around her. Her name was Isobel Morrow and she and April did not particularly get along. Respected the hell out of one another, but in terms of one woman to another they despised being in each other's presence. It was like watching two Alpha wolves fighting over dominance of the pack.

"Sommers!" she called out.

April rolled her eyes and turned to look at the Commander heading her way. Brian who just took a step back before quickly whispering to April, "I'll see you at mess later."

And with that he was long gone his long gait taking him across the room to another exit. Isobel's eyes followed him momentarily before she stopped in front of April.

"Commander." April greeted and Isobel put her arms behind her back and stood straight and superiorly.

"Your presence is requested in my office, it's the Admiral."

"I'll see to it after mess." April said as she began to pack up her duffle.

"Maybe I wasn't clear Sommers, the Admiral is waiting. Live transmission. I was ordered to bring you immediately."

April looked back at Isobel and furrowed her brow a bit in confusion. Usually all her missions went through the Commander, and her debriefs as well. All orders were sent via encrypted transmissions if they came from Marcus himself. He was risking a lot outright talking to her in the open.

After all most of Starfleet didn't necessarily agree with the formation of Section 31 and its activities. While the Federation prided themselves on peaceful exploration, Section 31 prided itself on protection and control. No one forgot what happened years ago when the Xindi attacked Earth claiming seven million lives. Because of this Section 31 was created to match those threats in kind. Today it may not be Xindi but there lay threats beyond the reach of our solar system and it was Agents like April that saw to it that our sliver of the universe remained safe.

After gathering her things, she followed the Commander back to her office. After the door closed she walked over to her computer as typed a few things before the larger screen on the wall lit up and there Marcus sat at his desk at Starfleet Command in San Francisco.

"Bout damn time." Marcus said as he glared at the two women through the live feed.

"My apologies sir, training was just completed. I was told however my presence was needed immediately, so I conclude it's important. Sending me back out?"

"Always so eager." He sighed. "I do have a mission for you but it won't put you further than Jupiter Station."

"Isn't that a development station sir?" April asked confused.

"Yes. But first, Commander Morrow will you leave the room for a moment. I need to discuss some details with Major Sommers in private."

Isobel didn't look too pleased. In fact, being told to leave her office made her look extremely put out. She saluted however and turned and left. Once alone April looked back at the Admiral.

"Now, this is extremely sensitive information. You will receive from Commander Morrow a docket of information upon the completion of this debrief. You are to read it and contact me in two days. You will be then summoned to Starfleet Command to await further instructions before leaving at 0500 for Jupiter Station next week. You are to follow these commands to the letter Sommers do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"And don't use standard transport. Last thing I want is to be questioned why an operative is in my office. Get here as covertly as possible. Your arrangements will be made from the moment you contact me."

"This all seems very, vague sir." April said and he let a frustrated stream through his nose.

"You're a good Agent, Sommers. The best of the best. Plucked you up myself, so need I remind you I don't need full disclosure. You do what you are asked without question. I say jump I expect you to jump higher than you ever thought you could."

April did not respond, but merely nodded.

"Good. See you in two days Major." And with that the transmission cut out.

April went to the door and opened it and the Commander was leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded and a sour look on her face. Though when she saw April she stood straight and pushed right passed her and into her office. Going to her desk she plucked from it a database card and walked over shoving it out to her.

"As per the Admiral's orders."

"Thank you, Commander." April took it.

"Dismissed." She hissed and April saluted before she walked out and down the hall. She tapped the disk in her hand against her palm as she walked. She was a little hungry but she wasn't all that interested in interacting with Brian now.

Making her way back to her quarters she locked the system and threw her duffle on her bed. Sitting at her desk she took out her PADD that was on a private security system and plugged the disc in. It took a moment to load for the sheer size of it was rather large and when the first spread of documents opened she had to sit.

Reading the first few pages she looked up for a moment her thoughts processing fast. No wonder the Admiral had called her personally. Had asked her to come to him immediately after reading this information.

Coffee. She needed some coffee if she were to continue this reading. For she knew that it would take her all night but, she would rather not waste and extra day.

After retrieving coffee from the mess, she returned to her quarters to shower, and settle herself on her bed. Holding the PADD up she scrolled through until she came to a few photo's. All of them current and having been taken only a month ago.

"Commander John Harrison." Her lips said as she admired the photo. His face was something to be appreciated. His skin looked like white marble, eyes as blue and cold like diamonds. His jet-black hair was coiffed back and his clothes looked particularly groomed and placed. She could tell by the placement of his shoulders and how he held himself he viewed himself to be strong...superior.

She knew he had all the reason to be. This man was more dangerous than any mark she had ever faced. With a sigh, she sat back up and stroked her hair back. This was undoubtedly complicated. What on earth did Marcus want her to do? Being transferred to Jupiter Station was one thing but, to do what with this information was beyond her.

She decided her head hurt from over thinking and that maybe a good night sleep would help her focus. The rest of the information could be read tomorrow. After encrypting it she put it under her pillow for safe keeping and lay back down. Placing her hands on her ribs she clasped them together and stared up at the ceiling. Rigid, but relaxed she let her eyes close and before she knew it she fell into a deep, much needed, sleep.