Authors Note: K, in this story, Amy and Dan are in an airport, and this adventure comes somewhere in the middle of the series, before the end, but after, say Egypt.

Dan

"Come on Amy, do you really want the Kabra's to catch up with us? How about Ian?" I taunted. I knew that Amy hated to talk about that two-timing traitor, Ian Kabra. But if it got her moving, and if I was in a bad enough mood, I would try anything. She was definitely taking her time today, slurping soda and dawdling at the airport.

Currently, we had received a tip from our dear uncle Alastair, who had got his information from our former ally, Hamilton Holt. Even if it meant flying coach all the way to New Zealand, we couldn't risk a clue towards, well, a clue! Unfortunately, the Kabras had caught up to us, and were racing against me and Amy to New Zealand, I reflected

Amy's face clouded over. She looked like she was going to make a fuss, but I stopped her. We were in the airport in Copenhagen, Denmark and were eating at a small café, just outside of the terminal.

"What?" Amy asked. "Is my hair all messy? Wait, don't tell me you see t-t-th-the K-Kabras, do you? Dan?" Her face was overcome by panic and she whipped her head back and forth, trying to see the imaginary foes.

"SH-SH-Shush!" I told her. I could hear a faint ticking noise coming from the soda Amy was holding. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the café owner quickly leave, in such a hurried way that you'd think his pants were on fire. All of a sudden, I saw a tall, niether man nor women person in a trench coat slip away, following the shop keeper. A bomb. That was the only logical explanation for the ticking noise. NO, we had worked too hard for too long to die! The beeping quickened.

"Amy, look out!" I shouted and shoved her as hard as I possibly could. She dropped the soda, and I snatched it up. I had a fraction of a second to see Amy falling backwards out of her chair, and rolling away. Her face was unreadable when she sat up, dazed and confused. I scrambled to my feet, and fumbled with the bomb, trying to defuse it.

"COME ON!" I shouted. The beeping quickened faster and faster. Stupidly, I kept trying to pull out the wires, with no prevail. An eerie silence met my ears. The bomb. It had stopped. I desperately threw the bomb down on the floor before stumbling away, slowly, not being able to take my eyes off that machine.

"Oh crap!" I screamed. The bomb exploded, and everything went dark. I could her Amy shrieking for an ambulance, before I faded into darkness. The black galaxy was inviting, and I slipped into unconscious ness before I could stop myself.

Amy

"Dan?" I asked. He had a weird expression on his face, like he had seen a ghost. I could almost see the blood draining his features of color. "Dan?" I managed to squeak before he hollered:

"Amy, look out!" He threw himself at me, knocking my soda out of my hands and I went hurtling down the food court aisles. God that hurt. I sat up, puzzled, when I saw the black, deadly device in his boyish hands.

"No, run, Dan, RUN!" I tried to shout, but my voice constricted and all that came out was a pathetic gasp.

Not Dan, please anyone but Dan! I begged silently.

That was when Dan looked up to me, his eyes completely blank.

WHAT? Your holding a damn bomb! What are you doing fool? Drop it and Run! I thought, but it was too late. As if in a dream, the bomb exploded, and Dan fell backwards, slammed against a table and was silent. I covered my eyes and face from the blast. When I opened them, the air was filled with dust and a siren was blaring.

"Dan, Dan, where are you?" I shrieked. I felt my way through the melted furniture, magazines and concession stands. I found him, stretched over a ruined table. His head was bleeding, and a lot if it.

Oh my god, think. Get an ambulance!

A security guard and several SWAT team members raced over to find me leaning by Dan, who was unconscious.

"What happened here? Do you need help?" the security guard asked.

Whaddaya think? His head is bleeding like crazy and we are in the middle of a mine field! No, we don't need help!

Yes, he needs a hospital I shouted.

He is gonna be alright, gonna be alright, gonna be alright…..