A/N: Yay so, new story, mulit chap, action, spy!Big Time Rush and super!Big Time Rush included.

I am really excited for this, and hope it turns out better than Big Time Whisper!

Enjoy!

A dark shadow shifted somewhere deep in a prison cell in Los Angeles, California.

Outside it was raining, fitting the mood in the gloomy prison perfectly.

The shadow moved again, shuffling around in its cell and gathering something.

In the cells next to it, there were various moans and screams and other unidentifiable noises. A prison guard walked by slowly from time to time, keys rattling as they looked into each cell, then walked back and left.

Each time, as soon as the guard would leave the row of cells, the shadow would move again, gathering.

Gathering and building.

Building and scheming.

Scheming and hating.

Hating and gathering.

Scheming and building.

Hating and building.

Scheming and gathering.

The cycle went on for hours, deep into the night and as time slowly span to the early, dark hours of the morning, the figure hurried, speeding up; if morning came, his plan would be revealed, and then it would all end. It would have no chance. It would be stuck here forever.

But as 1 turned into 2, which turned into 3, and then 4, finally reaching 4:30, the figure finally finished its creation, and quickly threw it out of its cell and into the hall outside.

The guard came rushing quickly at the sound, with his gun in tow.

The gun did nothing to help him, though, as an explosion burst throughout the building, sending the guard flying, and hitting the wall, slumped over.

All of the prisoners rushed to the noise, wondering what was happening.

But they too were thrown back by the explosion, farther into their cells, as the explosion destroyed everything in its path.

When it finally stopped and the fires burned down, the black smoke flying into other halls of the building, and when everything was at least slightly visible, the prisoners opened their eyes.

Most of the bars had been melted to nothing, and the prisoners started slowly lurking forward, out of their cells, into the hallway, looking around with amazement and disorientation at sudden freedom.

One prisoner wasn't taking it slow, however. The maker of the bomb jumped out of his cell, quickly running down hall after hall before anyone could catch him.

He ran down the halls, grey bick and green moss and mold making up the walls, with dirty cement floors that were repulsive to look at below him.

He finally reached the entry hall of the prison, seeing the door in the front, dashing towards it madly.

By now, police and guards were on his tail, reaching for him and barely missing.

He was so close…right by the door…..

At that moment a cop reached out for him, trying to grab him, and just caught his orange jumpsuit in his hands, but it was too late, as the prisoner pushed the doors open with surprising force, bursting out and escaping the cop's grasp, bursting out into the sunlight, and dashing down the street.

He didn't let the new sunlight that he hadn't seen in so long stop him; he just needed to get away.

"He's gone." one of the cops said. "Hawk escaped. Again."

And if you were on the streets that day, you would've sworn you heard a man loudly imitating a hawk's call….

The boys of BTR were all standing in the lobby of Rocque Records, waiting patiently for Gustavo to come out of his office.

"Hello! Gustavo! You called us here?" Kendall said, looking around.

"Maybe he called the wrong number?" Logan asked.

"No, that wouldn't make sense…" James said.

"James, you don't make sense." Logan said.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! Good one Logie!" Carlos exclaimed, and Kendall rolled his eyes. Logan just smiled in triumph, while James struggled to come up with a comeback.

"Oh yeah? Well…well…I don't not make sense as much as you!" James retorted.

"You're kinda provin' my point, ther, James…" Logan said, with a huge grin on his face.

That was it for Jam3es. The pretty boy wouldn't take this sitting down.

He immediately jumped towards Logan, reaching over and trying to punch him, but Kendall grabbed the bigger boy and held him back, trying his best to restrain his attacks, while Carlos just sat in awe, enjoying the action.

Suddenly a loud voice yelled, "Dogs, stop fighting! We have work to do!"

The boys all turned to see Gustavo and Kelly standing in front of them. They all immediately forgot the conflict, focusing on what Gustavo had to say.

"What work would that be, boss?" Kendall asked sarcastically, and Gustavo started to get mad, but Kelly just chimed in telling him to calm down.

Once he was no longer flustered and angry, he continued, "Well, boys, Griffin has called and said we are going to record the soundtrack for a new movie, and that we have to get to work writing the songs IMMEDIATELY!"

The boys immediately starting asking questions:

"Do you ever do anything without Griffin telling you?" Kendall remarked.

"How much time do we have?" Logan questioned.

"Will I get to kiss a hot chick?" James asked eagerly.

"What movie?" Carlos asked.

Only, they all asked them around the same time, so it sounded like:

"Do you ever kiss Griffin you hot chick, we have what time?"

Gustavo sighed, and then growled, "This. Isn't. Time. For. Questions. Get. In. The. Recording booth….NOW!"

The boys scrambled to get into the booth, running every which way, slamming into each other, until Gustavo screamed again, causing them to all run into the other room, and Gustavo followed.

"I have written one song, and now I will play it for you. Then you will sing it to the best of your ability. Understand."

"I…." Kendall started, but Gustavo interrupted.

"Don't…even…say it."

Kendall closed his mouth, and Gustavo hit the play button, starting the song.

Hawk stumbled around the streets hurriedly, looking around wildly, and getting strange and scared looks due to his orange jumpsuit.

As soon as he realized that it made him more visible, he ran into a store, making sure to not get noticed by the workers, and grabbed an outfit off of the rack.

He went into a dressing room and paid, leaving the jumpsuit, paid, and left.

He was once again blinded by the sunlight, still getting used to it after so much time in a dark prison.

He looked for what street he was on, finding a sign, and sighing with relief.

He was close to Rocque Records.

He began walking in the direction towards the recording studio, knowing the path so well from various night of spying or having his hench-hawks spy for him.

HE finally stumbled upon the building.

"And so it begins…." He muttered, then started chuckling, soon hysterically and evilly laughing, and doing his infamous hawk call, ignoring the looks of passerby.

Inside, even over the song, the boys heard it.

"Could it be?" James asked curiously.

"No, we were just hearing things. Right?" Logan said, always the voice of reason.

"Right?"

A/N: SO how'd ya like it? I think it turned out pretty good, but it is your opinion that counts! Reviews are the Bohemian to my Rhapsody, so please review! I've realized that writing these is only fun if I hear feedback! SO please, please review! It takes like one minute!

Talk to y'all later!

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