Authors note: As all of you know, this is the pre-quel to "Checkmate". If you read

the beginning of Checkmate as a fanfic reader, or if you read the whole thing as one of

my faithful friend readers remember this. A lot of the characters here are perceived

different from Checkmate. See things happen in Checkmate that makes Silver look at

them differently. And because it's a new book, I explain histories, gadgets and

elementary things again, even though some people may remember them from

"Checkmate"

Because this is before several events, then you have to read this like it's a new book!

(I've gotten two requests to fanfic on Checkmate or Chess Game. I am completely flattered. So yes! You may totally fan fic off it and use my characters. I just ask that you give me credit! I love these stories and are very proud of them, so if you do a story on the SITs or Silver or whoever, that you let me know so I can be a fan of you!)

-Happy reading and don't forget to comment!-

story change #1: The spy wars is one month, not three.

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I dashed, hit the springboard, and flew into the air. My hands sprung from the vault and I wrapped into a double twisted flip. I mentally checked my body position as I hurtled into the air. Then BAM, I stuck the maneuver and stood still.

"Good." Agent Force nodded.

I turned and began my lap around the gymnasium, next was the rings.

"Why do we do this stuff anyway? They only do flips on TV!" Sparkler grunted, running behind me.

"Isn't it obvious, if we get into a tight situation we got to distract them." Cannon's saucy voice was behind me. Somehow he'd run fast enough to catch up.

"Go away Cannon." I began sprinting.

He easily kept up. I accelerated; he remained at me heels, laughing. I threw myself forward and did a double flip. He easily copied the move, only making it a triple flip.

I did my trademark move, four front handsprings followed by a round-off and landed on the spring board, letting me do a flip. And I easily caught the rings and began my practicing.

Cannon was panting and vaulted into the rings next to me. "Silver, you know you want me."

"Keep telling yourself that Cannon!" I muttered.

"Quit flirting!" Sparkler grinned doing a twist on her set of rings. I chuckled grimly.

Number one, we're not gymnasts. We're not at military school, and we're not weirdoes. We're SITs, that's Spies In Training. That's why we have ninja training, and a lot of other training. Training that includes hacking into computers, karate, logic and using lots of gadgets.

The reason that they called me Silver is because that's my name. See, the corps goes to major hospitals and does these tests on babies. If the baby gets a certain "grade" then they take the baby, and put a different one in its place. And I guess they kidnap it. From there they continue tests. One out of every 100,000 is made into a SIT.

I was taken sixteen years ago. I was baby #4489. I passed all the tests with flying colors and made a spy.

At seven, I picked my name. I picked Silver. I still don't know what my parents were gonna call me. And I will never know. But my life is definitely worth it.

I'm sixteen, for those of you that are slow. I am so-so tall, and pretty athletic. To be a spy you have to be. I have brown hair with a few golden brown highlights, and midnight blue eyes. I chose the name Silver because silver always seems stealthy to me.

I'm one of the best female SITs in the business. I have been rated nine to ten stars on everything I do. I even hold a second best record for fastest assault and take down time. But what I enjoy doing the best, is inventing things.

I invent all kinds of crazy contraptions in my room. Most of them are just things make me look better, more elite. But I have just invented this program that even the tops use. (It's a voice detector. It picks up pitches of a voice so you can tell whether people are lying or are nervous.)

Now, you dizzy with that information? No worries, you can re-read it. But for the quicker one, now we're back to the present...

I threw myself into the air and did a flip, then landed, comfortable on my back over the fluffy cushy pads that I lay in a moment, feeling ever so comfortable.

"You do everything with style!" Sparkler chuckled as she awkwardly fell next to me. I took her hand and we started toward the gym door where Agent Force was making sure everyone had completed twelve laps and each station.

"Last station Silver?"

"Rings SIR!" I saluted.

"Don't be cheeky, now get." He jerked his thumb towards the locker room.

I got in and showered, letting the warm water run down my back and clean out my long wavy, locks.

"Cannon flirts with you so bad!" Sparkler teased brightly.

"Cannon should just shove it." I sighed, wrapping my hair in a towel. "He thinks he's so good! I swear, he thinks he's God's gift to women!"

Sparkler nodded. "Cocky kid."

"More then that! He seriously believes every girl in the world is desperately and violently in love with him!"

Sparkler sighed. "You have to admit, he's the hunkiest guy I've ever laid eyes on!" She massaged her hair.

His chiseled features and wavy black hair flashed through my mind. Mixed with a debonair smirk and glittering eyes he is hot. But I would never admit to it in public. He's a devil may care, capricious guy. He lives for the present, yet somehow it all works out for the next.

"Whatever. He's a perfect prick. Come on, I'm bored."

Quickly she washed off her hair and we dried off and began talking about virtual missions as we headed up to our offices.

"How's Maxell coming?" Sparkler asked.

Maxell is a high tech computer program I invented. It's really nifty. A lot of top SOA agents use it. It responds to voice patterns instead of buttons. It's something top to send off on resumes.

"Good. I finished the upgrade."

"Really? Man, I wish I had one."

"I can't just give her to my friends. If I do then they can demerit me."

"Guess so." We walked in silent a few beats.

My hair was desert dry all ready. I had vacuumed all the water out of it with the hair dryer at the door of the locker room. Imagine something as stupid as simply blowing it with hot air to dry it off!

"Are you sure you don't think that Cannon's hot? I mean hello!"

"Sparks, he's a pain in the neck." I stopped at the door of my office and put my thumb on the silver plate.

"Hello Silver." Greeted Maxell's cool silvery voice.

"All right, but he is full of it. I'll talk to you after homework."

"Lates." I walked in and let the doors slide shut behind me.

I flopped into midair behind my desk. As usual, my leather office chair popped up in time to catch me comfortably.

"What music would you prefer Silver?"

"Oldies." I replied, unloading my gym bag. I tossed the dirty into the chute into the wall. Maxell would have it cleaned in no time.

"Anything interesting to know?" I asked.

"SIT Cannon made four attempts to break into your video / recorder diary this morning.

"Did he get past the second firewall?"

"No silver."

I chuckled. "Next time he fails and attempt please play the following recording

clip?"

"Recording...now."

I cleared my throat. "Nice try Cannon. But don't mess with the best 'cuz the best beats the rest!"

"Thank you."

I grinned and opened my homework file.