Here's my Toniesha story! It's going to be in Tom's point of view. Hope you enjoy! Please. tell me what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own MI High.

Chapter 1- Prologue

"Alright team," Frank started. I and the rest of the team were standing in HQ, waiting for Frank to continue. A file appeared on the large screen. "This man is Jacob Sykes. He's the owner of the huge business empire Marcon. Yesterday, he and his young daughter were kidnapped at their home. We believe KORPS are involved. Your job is to find them."

"Okay but why would they want to kidnap him and his daughter? Apart from that he's probably filthy rich," Keri asked.

"His scientists have created many revolutionary technologies over the years. We're guessing KORPS have kidnapped him to create a weapon. A destructive one," Frank replied.

"So where do you think they are?" Dan asked.

"I hacked into some security cameras," I started whilst walking to the computer. "There was a van with the same number plate speeding down the M6 where the pair was hauled into after the kidnap according to a witness, but the problem is that we can't trace the plate. We think it's fake."

"So we have no idea where they are?" Aniesha asked.

"Well that's not strictly true. We're guessing that they're at a warehouse in a small town by the direction they were heading. MI9 will take you to the location. You'll be supplied with gadgets when you're there. Now the three of you better go or Stella will murder you," Frank joked. I watched the three of them walk into the lift and leave HQ.

About half an hour later they were on the M6. For some reason I had a really horrible feeling in my stomach. It was like I knew something bad was going to happen on this mission. Maybe it was just nerves. But how ever hard I tried I still couldn't push the feeling away.

I sighed and looked at the Aniesha's name on the monitor. I loved that name. God, what was wrong with me? I couldn't get her out of my head. Ever since the final endgame, I had found absolutely everything about her either interesting or amazing. I loved her hair, her voice, her name, the way she dressed, the way she handled missions and the list goes on and on and on...

I felt myself sliding into the land of daydreams and I quickly pulled myself out and back into reality. Although the distraction of Aniesha had stopped me thinking about my nerves briefly, they immediately came back when I was back in the real world. Aniesha only regards me as a friend and a teammate. Nothing more.

It was another hour before Keri reported that they were at the warehouse where they were supposedly keeping Jacob and his daughter.

"Right Tom, we're going in," Dan reported. I got up the schematics of the warehouse MI9 technical had given me beforehand.

"Right, according to the plan of the warehouse, there are many little corridors and two huge rooms at the back of the warehouse. We're guessing that's where the pair is being held but it's just a guess so you need to be on alert at all times," I explained.

"KORPS might not even be here," Keri pointed out.

"Yes I know that Keri," I stated.

I noticed on the camera that Keri had attached to her hair pin that they were in. But something confused me. They couldn't just have walked in like that. It was too easy and even if it was an empty warehouse then the door would be locked. Then it hit me. It was a trap. It had to be!

"Guys get out of there! It's a trap!" I warned, yelling.

Suddenly, the blazing sound of alarm bells rang and many KORPS agents swarmed into the corridor. Frank rushed over.

I watched helplessly as Dan, Keri and Aniesha started fighting the agents who were violently attacking the trio. There were too many of them! Dan and Keri were knocking many of the enemy agents down but Aniesha was struggling badly. I heard a sickening scream. Aniesha. Keri's camera turned and there was Aniesha being dragged away by a two KORPS agents and a knife pressed to her throat.

"Aniesha!" I heard Dan yell.

I heard a yelp and a thud. The camera went dead. A few seconds later, there was another thud, a sound of a button being pressed and a piercing whistle of feedback.