1 1- Chris

Chris woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs that his mother had obviously cooked. Before walking into the kitchen to eat he put on a business suit and shoes for work.

As a fifteen year old kid he already worked full time at a government agency that was run by his parents and operated all over the world.

He had blue eyes and silver-white hair with a perfectly sculpted face and body.

The only reason he was approved to work at such a young age was because his IQ was over 200, he could speak over 12 languages, was skilled in all military equipment and tactics, and was the perfect age to observe without being suspected of eavesdropping. His parents being the directors had trained him to be the perfect agent.

He had been to and knew the cultures of over 21 countries which number increased along with his missions.

His code name was Silver which helped people identify him with his hair.

His normal outfit was a nice pair of jeans, sneakers, and a blazer with the organization's logo on it.

The reason he wore a suit today was because the president was coming in for his monthly visit and it was the dress code on those days.

After walking downstairs he joined his mother and father for breakfast.

He had inherited his mothers skill sets and determination with his fathers looks and personality.

Nathan Thompson had a laid back personality unless you were on a mission or during training which he would turn into a monster ravaging everything in Its path. His son looked exactly as he had as a child and he loved nothing more than his family.

Becky Thompson was a killer 24/7 and if you tried to get her to understand a joke it would be like pulling teeth, or cracking a coconut with a toothpick. It was only during training that her real smile appeared. That and when she was beating Nathan at anything. Which was quite often actually.

"Hey kid, you ready for game day?" Nathan remarked while stuffing half of an enormous waffle, bacon, syrup, and strawberry topped sandwich into his mouth.

"Same as always Dad." Chris remarked while trying to keep a straight face.

His mother did nothing to hide the look of horror on her face as she watched her husband shove the breakfast burger into his face.

They made small conversation together at the table until it was time to leave.

. . .

They arrived right at 9 and a chorus of 'Hey Nathan' and 'Sup Chris's' rang out among the gathering workers.

Missions that were to be assigned to field agents were coming in so Nate and Carol went to the missions center to start the assignments. Chris trailed after them while playing a video game on his phone.

"Attention to the front Silver!" This was called out by one of his friends who's name was Diego Monaco. He had changed his name himself when he turned 18 due to not wanting any previous acquaintances to find him. His specialty was hacking and could break into near any online system that had codes involved.

Diego was now 23 and despite the age gap he was still a good friend of Chris's.

As the assignments were being handed out Diego nudged him.

"Ill bet you a 20 that your mom won't send you on mission."

"Deal, but if she does you'd better pay up right away."

"Silver goes with the president and his family as a personal bodyguard for the next month." His mother held out an orange envelope that enclosed the missions information just like a hundred times before.

"Pay up." he whispered to Diego who stood with a wronged expression beside him.

"You and your telepathic mother." He grumbled pulling out the crisp dollar bill from his wallet. Chris grabbed it and put it into his pocket with a smug expression.

. . .

After he had walked to pick up the suitcase he had ready at all times he headed to where his parents were having a conference with him and walked in sitting quietly in the back. They spared him a glance and then went back to discussing plans for a new station that was to be placed in Australia somewhere.

Once the meeting was over Silver and the President left on the helicopter to head to the Whitehouse.