He stared out the window.

Gray sky stared back.

The events that had led to him here, sitting in a car, on its way to Forks, Washington would take too long to narrate.

But here he was, doing another "assignment" as they loved to call it, because they rescued him from hell itself.

He was meant to be here. Looking up, Scott Grayson glanced around the car, evaluating, for the umpteenth time, its occupants.

In the driver seat, Agent Lori Weathers. A good twenty years older than him, she was going to be posing as his mother. Not that she was remotely motherly, in appearance or demeanor. Cold, dark eyes stared straight ahead on the road. Her grip on the steering wheel surprised him. Literally white knuckled. She made him uneasy. Despite her relatively pretty looks, Scott knew that she would shoot him in the face if ordered to.

Him, a sixteen year old who was only recently brought back into society, after a year and a half in hell on earth.

In the front passenger seat, Dominic Morrison. He was to pose as Scott's father. Though he looked more like a parent than Lori, which wasn't saying much, he still was unike any father a child would want. His idea of family bonding was trying to teach Scott how to handle a firearm. Scott had brushed him off, then shown Dom his shooting skills. Needless to say, a year and a half in an island full of dangers, some of which would eat him, had vastly honed his survival instincts and marksmanship.

To Scott's right, the only person he actually knew. She would be posing as his sister, though considering how he felt for her, some students in their future school would be grossed out.

Jennifer Grant stared back at him. Cold blue eyes. He glanced away. They had survived hell together, killed, tortured, commited unspeakable atorcities.

All in the name of survival.

He bore blood on his hands, innocent blood. He didn't care. He was still alive. That's all that mattered.

Mental trauma wasn't the only thing he had gained from that hell. He'd noticed during gunfights, and so had Jen. He was faster, more accurate than most. Also, gunshot wounds healed within the week, never turning septic.

When Scott was rescued, he found out why.

The virus had altered him. He could heal from wounds quickly, though he wasn't exactly a Wolverine. Getting shot would still take him out. Just that he'd be back on his feet within a week. He was also fast. Something like... bullet time? The bullets couldn't exactly be seen; they were too fast for that. Instead, if he could see someone aiming at him, chances were he could get out of the way. Both he and Jen had these "talents"

It was also what made them so invaluable to FEAR. Their skills would come in handy in the fight against the paranormal. Besides, both their parents were dead. Without FEAR, there would be no one. Surviving a year and a half of hellspawn hunting him just to get done in by starvation and poverty? Not likely. Anyway, they owed FEAR.

Which was the only reason they were here, in a car, boot packed full of weaponry, ammunition, more so than clothing. Hunting. That's what it was called. So maybe they would be mindless robots for FEAR. He didn't mind. They kept him and Jen comfortable, and alive. That's all they needed.

"We're nearly here. Forks. Vampires... and werewolves."

Scott's mind flashed back to the mission dossier.

Forks, Washington

Reports of vampires and werewolves have been rising around the area, enough for investigations to be carried out. Witnesses claim that these vampires had rock-hard skin, super strength and speed. It must be noted that these vampires apparently sparkle in the sun. As of now, a total of two hundred calls have been made. It is suspected that there are only at the most, two callers. However, their urgency and knowledge of the keywords of FEAR warrants investigation. Agents assigned to this case will be supplied with armor piercing, incendiary, and high explosive rounds. Weaponry will include Glock 19 pistols, two Andra FD-99 SMGs, two Patten PK470 Assault Rifles, and one M21 sniper rifle. The experimental plasma-edged vibro-knife developed by Armacham Technology Corporation will also be supplied for field-testing. Also, covert operations versions of prototype shooter's glasses will be provided to all agents assigned to this case.

Agents assigned:

Dominic Morrison (35)

Scott Grayson (16)

Lori Weathers (36)

Jennifer Grant (16)

Use of teenagers is required as it is believed that the vampires are attending the school there. Enrolling them into the school would assist greatly in investigations. It must be noted that these vampires may posses supernatural abilities, such as telepathy and precognition. Presence of werewolves is suspected but not confirmed by informant.

Notes: Agents Grayson and Grant both have somewhat supernatural abilities. They will be of great use against the vampires. Grayson has accelerated healing and slight ESP. Grant has slightly lower ESP abilities and a proportionately higher healing rate. Note that while both of the teens scored exceptionally high in combat tests, their mental stability has come into question, with Grayson scoring a 3/10 and Grant a 5/10. It must be stressed that pushing either of them over the edge is not advised.

Scott stared. Forks really was a small town.

Damn. He thought, And this place has vampires and werewolves. Time to remedy that problem.

And then, sparkling in the sun is really retarded

Alice jerked and fell off the chair.

"What is it?"

"I saw... something, Jasper."

"What?"

"Someone's coming to Forks. I don't know their intentions, but something about them made me feel bad. I saw their car, their house."

"... and?"

"They're Bella's new neighbors. Edward's not gonna like 'em"

"Why not? They're just... people."

"Don't know. They're bad news."

Scott stared up at his new home.

Pretty big

"Unpack your clothes. Lo- Your mother and I, will take our... equipment."

Scott and Jen simultaneously grabbed their bags and entered. Out of the corner of his eye, Scott spied an insanely pale girl kiss another insanely pale guy goodbye as the boy got into his car. The girl walked back to her house, stumbled, then closed the door.

One week later

Scott and Jen were packing their bags for school. By now he knew a bit about the town. His neighbor, the clumsy pale one, was Bella Swan, Edward Cullen's girlfriend. Her dad was the chief of police, and the Newton family ran an outdoor store somewhere in the town. Forks High School. Day one.

Here I am, guys. Just another government agent sent to kill any vampire classmates you people have. Your friendly neighborhood FEAR agent.

Scott cocked a pistol, loaded a clip, and tossed it into his bag. Jen followed suit, though she kept her gun under her jacket instead of in her bag.

"No"

Dammit, Dom

"No what?" Scott asked, even though he already knew the answer

"No gun. You're not bringing a gun to school, Scott."

"B-"

"No. What if someone found it? I don't care if they don't have metal detectors, man, you're not taking a gun to school"

"I could say it's a toy"

"And have someone shoot themselves by accident. If that happens, the case is done. We're gone. No guns, Scott."

"Seriously, I feel naked without it."

"Take the knife"

"That's like walking around in underwear. You really want to see me like that?"

I wouldn't mind seeing Jen like that, though

"No gun."

Scott sighed.

"Yes, dad"

He picked up his bad and headed for the door.

"Scott"

"Jen? Yeah?"

"No breakfast?"

"What are you, my mom?" Scott smirked "Let's go"

As he stepped into the car, Lori, who was already in the driver's seat, gave them what amounted to a briefing.

"Intel indicates that these guys are exceptionally beautiful. Keep a lookout for people like that"

"So we're looking around for really hot, pale, people?"

Lori sighed.

"Yes, Jennifer, I guess you could say that."

Scott rubbed his hands. This was going to be fun.