Rely, Depend and Survive.
Rely on me
This is my first MI High fic, hope you like it!
Disclaimers:
The characters (expect for the dealer) all belong to MI High, as does the school and all of that stuff.
The first five lines (in italics - look below) are all from the trailor (never saw the film) of 'Into the 'Void' so do not belong to me (yet).
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"...At some point you knew you're going to have to rely wholly on your partner..."
"...I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for..."
"...We just lost control..."
"...I just felt it was best to get as far away as possible..."
"...I was just convinced he was dead..."
Stewart Critchley sat at the back of one of St Johns' assemblies, secretly flicking through that week's edition of Conspiracy Nuts magazine. He wasn't interested in the clip being shown by the projector, after all, in his point of view (or more accurately, Conspiracy Nuts'), there had been people below Joe Simpson who had caught said man as he fell, the whole plot had (definitely not) been a way to get the 'injured' climber fame and fortune.
Stewart was quite annoyed, his mother was dragging him back to St Hopes the next day (some excuse about him 'finding himself again') and, according to Conspiracy Nuts, St Hopes was home to MI9 spies. Surprisingly enough, Critchley didn't believe that one.
Still, maybe he would see Blane again; they hadn't been in touch for so long, since Stewart had started at St Johns' in fact.
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"Officer Gupta, Officer Cole and Officer Stewart," stated the head of MI9, nodding her head slightly at said agents as she spoke "we are thinking of increasing the teams from three to five."
"Why?" asked Carrie, tilting her head to the side in the progress.
"Simply because, though the largest team it is possible to hide is four, we can have that many and still have a bit of backup on standby."
"So who are our new agents?" inquired Oscar, seemingly slightly bored with the whole event.
"Before we get to that," smiled Frank, "we need to ask your permission, you are, after all, our guinea pigs for this."
"So you haven't done this before?" questioned Rose, who was not happy with the idea of new agents who wouldn't understand her way of working, and therefore wouldn't get along with her, and so the team's efficiency would drop.
"No. So, Gupta, Cole, Stewart, will you allow other agents into your team?" the head of MI9's eyes bored into them, making the team feel it was a bad idea to say no (understatement of a lifetime).
"Well, ok then, I'm fine with it, ma'am." Oscar returned the gaze carefully, not allowing himself to break away for any reason.
"Yes, ma'am, it's fine, ma'am!" smiled Carrie, evidently being a bit of a suck-up.
"Well, if the other agents said yes, so will I." Rose stated, not wanting to let her team down for any reason, even if it did mean working with insufferable twats.
"Good," said the head, "well, we should introduce you to your team. Officer Gupta, I'm pretty sure you'll like the teammates we're bringing in."
The lift doors opened with a ping before the agents could even get the word 'who?' in, said agents turned round to look at the newcomers-
"OH MY GOODNESS!" squealed Rose, in a voice that was so unlike herself that Oscar, Carrie and the newcomers, had to desperately suppress a smile.
Rose ran forward and pulled the new teammates into a massive hug, "I haven't seen you in ages!" she laughed, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and looking him in the face, "My God, you've grown!" she looked to the brunette beside him, "You've died your hair, it's looks amazing!" she gasped.
"You've changed!" smiled the brunette, "You never used to do any of the girly stuff!"
Oscar finally recovered enough from the shock of Rose's outburst to ask "Who are they?"
"I'm Daisy," smiled the brunette with obviously OTT girly-ness, "and this is-!"
"Blane!" interjected the male smoothly, causing the brunette, sorry, Daisy to huff in annoyance and muttered "I was about to say that myself!"
"So they're your old teammates! Wonder if they're as good as you say they are!" grinned Carrie, launching herself at Blane with her greatest speed. Blane moved inhumanly, spinning round so fast he was a blur, grabbing the bag back of Carrie's collar and pinning her arms behind her back, all within the space of a second, or, if your Rose, 1.223411247753749481 seconds.
"Since when could you do that?" exclaimed Rose in shock.
"You'd be surprised what you can pick up from the kids you train."
"Hmm, oh wait, what's happening to your teams, I thought you were in the same position as Frank here!"
"Well," giggled Daisy, "they've been sent off on 'training missions', something about character building, and we aren't allowed to intervene!"
"Umm, hello? Would you let me go now?" growled Carrie, who was still being held by Blane in a rather uncomfortable position. She had her arms pinned behind her back and they were being held by Blane. She was titled forward so that the only thing keeping her up was the two strong hands on her arms.
"Oh, yeah, sure thing!" smirked Blane, before letting her go so she fell onto the floor. Quite aware of her humiliation, Carrie quickly picked herself off the floor and went to stand beside Oscar, who was having an extremely hard time holding back a laugh, which 'made' Carrie give him a forceful punch that caused him to flinch.
"Ok, that's enough of the introductions!" smiled the head of MI9, who was not used to seeing Blane mess around; he took his responsibility as team leader very strongly.
"Hang, on!" frowned Rose, "you said your teams were on training missions, but what if this is accepted, what'll happen to them?"
"Oh, that's simple," grinned Blane, "we split them up into other groups, they get new team leaders or Daisy and I are swapped for others so we can go back to our teams and you still have two extra agents."
"So, on two options, your team are getting raw deals?"
"Not really, we'll miss the blighters, but we're not sure if they'll miss us!"
Frank just grinned, "Onto your mission. It's quite simple; a black market dealer is coming to St Hopes, after a little bit of 'arrangement' from us. He has stolen priceless documents, and it is, quite literally, a matter of national security that you get them back; they're documents on all defence satellites, the army, the RAF, the navy and, of course, every single MI out there, including MI9. The files don't miss out any detail, from pictures and names, to blueprints for the latest gadgets and bombers; you can't fail at getting these back."
"If he has MI9's files..." murmured Rose, her voice trailing off.
"Yes, he probably has your names, pictures, addresses and all of that. This is a risky job, if he's managed to access them yet then he'll know everything about you, which means that this could be a matter of life and death." Stated the head of MI9, Frank had wiped the smile off his face, and the head had been serious all the way through, except when Carrie tried to attack Blane, of course.
"For now we want you to just blend in with school life, the dealer will be here to tell the students about 'business deals', not that he'd know much about it." Frank muttered the last bit and the agents only just managed to pick up on it, though the head seemed completely oblivious. "Dismissed."
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"There you are!" grinned Stewart, looking every bit the geek he was, "I've been looking for you everywhere, I was wondering whether you had moved schools as well!" Stewart clapped his best friend on the back and dragged him off, Blane just managed to spare a second so he could roll his eyes at the four agents behind him. "You want to know what Conspiracy Nuts said? They said there are MI9 agents in this school, personally I think it's a bit unlikely..." The rest of the speech was lost as Stewart and Blane disappeared out of hearing distance, the agents evidently felt a bit sorry for their poor teammate; subjected to that, they doubted he would even survive till break, let alone till the dealer arrived.
Daisy looked round and found herself rather disappointed; neither of her best friends seemed to be anywhere around. Rose managed to pick up on her feelings as she said, "They moved schools too, and before you ask, I don't know where they went, sorry." Daisy just nodded and turned to Carrie.
"So you replaced Blane then? And I heard you were a gymnast, awesome! Come on, I want to know what medals you've got!" and with that, Carrie and Daisy disappeared round a corner, Carrie nattering away about which medal came from where, whilst showing Daisy the ones she had just pulled out from her school bag.
"Well, Avril's coming this way, so see ya!"
Rose found herself alone in a hallway, as Avril had followed Oscar as he shot down an adjacent corridor. Well, she was nearly alone, she noticed Scoop Dog hanging around with his mates at the other end. Rose felt her cheeks growing hot as Scoop looked round and spotted her, quickly turning back and busying himself by talking to his friends. Rose spend down the corridor that Oscar had previously left through as her face burned, she couldn't fancy him! It was probably just coincidence that she was blushing! No! She wasn't blushing and she didn't fancy Scoop!
Quickly, Rose decided to busy herself by thinking about other things. Hadn't Stewart mentioned Conspiracy Nuts writing a report on MI9 agents here? How would they know? If it was a guess it was a pretty impressive one. It could be coincidence, but as Lenny had said so long ago, there's no such thing. She needed to find out who wrote that, what if it was the dealer?
"Hey, Blane, Stewart," she called as she finally caught up with them, "mind if I take a look at your Conspiracy Nuts magazine?"
"Huh, that magazines popular this week, Blane just asked me the same thing!" Rose finally noticed that Blane was flicking through said magazine at top speed to find the right page, hardly looking up.
"Stewart, mind if I borrow this for a bit?"
"Yeah, sure, just bring it back in one piece."
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"Hey, Lenny, is the dealer called Amaury Diederich by any chance?" The whole team were down in HQ. After finding the right page, he and Rose had gone and found the others, though it had taken them over half-an-hour to find Oscar; he'd been hiding (who'd have guessed he hated being stalked that much).
"Umm, yes, I believe so, how did you find out?"
Blane handed him Conspiracy Nuts, "I think he may have accessed the files."
"Ah."
Quite suddenly the lift doors opened with a ping and the head of MI9 walked out. "I have good news and bad news."
"Umm, ok, what are they?" asked Frank nervously, "We have bad news ourselves, just not the good stuff; he's accessed the files."
"Not good. Well, basically, he's early, the dealer's already here, and, well, the good news, we decided to let your teams help, Blane, Daisy, we've heard he's working with SKUL, and he's got his own muscle men as well."
"So what's the good news?" Blane new the good news was the fact the teams were coming down, but seriously, the atmosphere was so heavy down there, someone needed to crack a smile, which they did; Rose rolled her eyes and managed to keep her smile to the minimum, whereas Daisy gave a little squeak of laughter, even Oscar cracked a smile.
"You didn't guess?" gawked Carry in shock, the rest of the kids, and Frank began to laugh, although the head looked slightly worried.
"You obviously don't know much about Blane, Carrie, he does understand, it's just his terrible sense of humour-!"
"HEY!"
"Yes, well, it's true. Your 'backup' will be here in about an hour, though they make take slightly longer, it seems Amaury Diederich has put just a bit of security around the school."
"What does 'just a bit' mean?" inquired Rose.
"About 200 men. I have to leave, but Frank will give you your respective jobs."
And with that the head walked back to the lift. "Good luck." she said softly as the lift doors closed behind her.
"Right, jobs." Frank turned to Carrie, "Surveillance, don't let Amaury out of your sight."
"Got ya'!"
"Blane, I want you to find any of his men in areas that will disrupt our work and knock them unconscious – before they can react, that is. I then want you to bring communicators down."
"Sure thing."
"Rose, use the communicators Blane gets you to access their voice patterns so that we can fake them still being at work, it's quite important; if Amaury finds out, we'll be in big trouble."
"Urm, ok."
"Oscar, keep an eye out at the front gate of the school, and Daisy, you at the back gate, so that we know when our backup arrives. When they do give me a shout, I'll come to meet you, and also, I want to know if more 'muscle men' come in, and if anything suspicious happens."
"Right."
"Fine, as long as it doesn't mess up my hair."
"That's all the jobs, so gadgets!" Frank pulled out a briefcase and grabbed a pen, "Blane, you'll recognise this!" he smiled handing it to said boy.
"Cool, it's the pen I knocked out Irena with!" Daisy frowned slightly, remembering the amount of attention that 'stuck-up pilot freak' (as Daisy called her) had gained from Blane.
"Quite, and then there's this." Frank pulled out a torch and handed it to Blane. "This torch has two settings," he pointed at the on button, "push it the whole way 'on' and it's a normal torch, but..." he pushed the button until it was central between on and off, "this turns it into a minimiser, the longer you shine the torch at an object, the smaller it gets. And don't point it at Daisy, no matter how tempting it is." Blane just smirked slightly, eyeing Daisy out of the corner of his eye.
"And Rose, if Blane minimizes all of the communicators so he can carry them down here, you'll need to make them big again," he handed her a magnifying glass, "just press that button until they're back to normal. And, of course, everything down here is at your disposal.
"Carrie, these are listening devises," he handed her a pair of stud earrings; "they have a three mile radius, and just press them to activate and press them again to stop them.
"Oscar, Daisy, here's some bugs," he handed them both a pack of little different coloured and different shaped beads. "Just drop one of these into a guards pocket and activate these." He handed them each an iPod with earphones, "the songs are the shape and the band the colour of a bead, just pick the right one and you'll hear whatever's going on that the bead can hear.
"And, for all of you, I have these. You should remember these, Carrie." He picked up a sheet of paper with contacts on, "I edited them slightly, you have to blink twice in quick succession to take a picture, it's to save you from taking unwanted pictures when you just need to blink.
"Oh, Oscar, Daisy, take an extra six pairs for when the backup comes in, give them a pair each and I'll come and collect them."
"Right."
"Ok, that was weird, let's never speak in unison again!" smiled Blane.
Frank rolled his eyes, "Just get to work."
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Well, hope that was ok, I think is my longest chapter ever :)
Till next time, folks!