Hi, I'm Lotdin and this is my first MI High Fanfic. It started off as a daydream and kinda expanded from there. I hope you enjoy it.

disclaimer: I do not own any of the MI High characters, but I do own the Trio, Evens family and the Professor!

All will become clear if you read on. Enjoy!

There was silence in the warehouse apart from the drip, drip, dripping of the rainwater through the leaking roof and the grunt of the guard as he finally passed out. The lad who had been holding him in a headlock for the last minute released his hold and let the guard's body slump to the floor. Out of the four guards now sprawled unconscious on the ground, the last one had put up much more of a fight.

The boy nursed his cut lip and injured fingers from when the guard had smashed a glass over his head, or tried to. The boy now gestured to two figures the other side of the room. A girl stood up from where she had been kneeling, checking that the guard was still breathing. The boy frowned; he was good at his job and rarely ever killed anyone. But the girl had met death once too often and had to reassure herself.

The boy moved into the main storage area. This was filled with large containers like the metal crates off cargo ships, stacked on top of one another in uneven piles. The stacks ranged from one to five and were spread out through the main hall at equal distances large enough for one man to walk down. What was inside was dangerous, that was all the boy knew, and it had to be destroyed. That was why he was here. The other two figures followed him in. The boy's last companion, a lad not much younger than him, had pulled a devise from out of his rucksack and was now reading instructions from it.

'Aim west-northwest from here for about one hundred and sixty... four paces,' he read.

The elder boy rolled up his left arm sleeve to see his watch. He flicked up the clock face to reveal a compass underneath. He turned until he faced west-northwest, started off in that direction and looked up just in time to stop himself colliding with the corner of a metal container. Behind him, his female companion sniggered. Even the young boy couldn't help grinning.

'Mmm...!' the boy started in frustration but stopped himself before he blurted out his companion's name. Codenames: that was what they had to stick to; particularly with a certain person loose again. So he composed himself and started again.

'Oracle,' he said sweetly, 'you're calculations are wrong.'

'Wrong?' the younger boy sounded unsure, 'what do you mean?'

'I can't head west-northwest.'

Oracle took his spectacles off his nose and began to polish them on his dark clothes. 'We still need to head in that direction.' The boy turned to face his friend.

'It's not possible!'

'Oh for goodness sake, Shifter!' the girl exclaimed, 'use your head! If we can't go in a straight line in that direction,' she explained pulling a torch from her belt, 'we walk as near to it as we can.' So saying, she started down the path to their right, turning a sharp left a few seconds later. The boys glanced at one another before following. The girl continued her zigzagging pattern through the containers with Oracle giving her the occasional instruction like, 'west a bit,' or 'maybe carry along here for a little more.' This carried on until Oracle called out to her, 'you need to start heading north a little more now. About forty paces I would say.'

The girl obeyed, counting off the steps until she came to stop beside a singular crate that looked no different from the others, apart from the fact that it had a door cut into it, big enough for a human to fit through. Oracle bent next to it and started picking the lock. The other two exchange exasperated looks and together swung their back legs round in perfect sync and round-house kicked the door. It flew open with a resounding clang, which was ignored by Shifter and the girl who ducked through the door, followed by an irritated Oracle.

The entrance opened into a small, confined and completely black empty area. The only light was coming through the open door, until Oracle shut it, and from the girl's torch. Both boys drew their own torches and switched them on. The extra light didn't reveal much more; the walls were a dull green where someone had attempted to paint it and rusty where they hadn't; the floor was so muddy that the original colour couldn't be seen; and there was a black metal trapdoor set into the floor. This was the only part of the base not covered by dirt.

They all hurried over to the trapdoor and, whilst the girl held the torches, Shifter and Oracle hauled on the ring set into the trapdoor in an attempt to open it. After failing several times, they sat back on the dirty floor, not caring how mucky they got. If you desperately cared about your appearance, you wouldn't apply for this kind of job in the first place.

It was then that the girl said, 'is it helpful if I mention that there is a 6-digit coded magnetic lock attached to the door?'

The boys glared up at her. She smiled behind the mask of shadows she thanked the torches for and directed the light beams onto the magnetic lock she had mentioned. Oracle moved over to it. He paused for a moment studying it. Then he reached into his bag again and pulled out a metal ball with four metal prongs on the end –it was about the size of a tennis ball with inch long legs – and placed the ball on top of the lock, prongs down.

This was one of Oracle's most brilliant inventions. Once a time was set and had reached zero, whatever machinery it was attached to shut down immediately. The time needed varied depending on the size of the machine. With something small like this, it could take approximately ten second.

Ten seconds later, there was a small click and the boys could finally open the trapdoor. Just to annoy them, the girl dropped their torches, leapt over their heads and sprinted through the trapdoor, down the stairs and into the darkness beyond. The boys frowned at her retreating back before grabbing their torches and making their way after her.

The girl stopped running after awhile. She paused briefly to listen to the boys' footsteps as they pounded along after her, then she carried on. She finally emerged into an underground computer room. This was situated under the middle of the main hall and from here all the cargo could be activated. It was also the perfect place to plant the bomb that would destroy the entire operation. She carefully slipped off her backpack and pulled out the bomb. It had been designed especially for this purpose. It was to be placed here and when it went off, it would bring the entire warehouse above down with it, completely obliterating any evidence.

She had just decided a place for it to go when the boys entered. Shifter said nothing as he observed the room they had just entered with interest. However, the person they expected to be the most interested paid very little attention to what was around him, as if he had seen it before. Instead Oracle pulled out a gun and pointed it at the girl at the head of the room.

'Don't move,' he commanded. The other two turned to him in astonishment. His hand was shaking, his face was white with fear but he still aimed the gun at her.

'Oracle...?' the girl began.

'What are you doing?' Shifter demanded, cutting straight across her.

'I'm sorry,' Oracle said shakily, and they could hear it in his voice that he truly was, 'really sorry. But I can't let you do this.'

'Who put you up to this?' Shifter hissed.

'S.K.U.L....' Oracle whispered and turned the gun on Shifter as the latter took a step towards him.

'I should have guessed,' Shifter jeered, 'the Grand Master cowering behind his only weapon, a traitor just as low as him...'

'You're right that the Grand Master is a cowering fool,' Oracle snapped, 'but wrong that I am a traitor. Do you really think that I would betray you two? The only reason I am doing this is to save my family who are going to die if I don't...'

'So he's going back to the families is he?' the girl asked and Oracle swung his gun round to her as she spoke, 'need I remind you that he used that on me. He used my own brother, but I refused to help and paid the consequences. That's our job. If you had told us-'

'If I had told you he would have killed them,' Oracle began to interrupt.

'-we could have helped you,' the girl continued, 'they could have been saved! We don't need another Alex. One is quite enough.'

There was a pause. 'I still can't,' Oracle started but was interrupted as Shifter leapt on him.

Oracle turned and fired his gun twice, both times aiming to miss. It was a close call as the bullets skimmed Shifter and Shifter landed on Oracle knocking him backwards. The girl opened her mouth to yell something, but they were not paying her any attention so she closed it again in frustration. A fight ensued between the boys as both tried to gain control of the gun which would go off every so often until all the bullets were spent. The boys struggled to different sides of the room. It was lucky that Shifter didn't carry a real gun otherwise the whole fight would have started up again.

The two boys faced each other from opposite sides of the room. The girl looked between them in confusion, still holding the bomb. She could not do anything now without letting one of her friends down. In both Shifter and Oracle's right hands, a white light began to build up. Lightning bolt shaped and just as deadly, both boys raised their arms simultaneously, ready to strike. The girl realised it just in time, dropped the bomb and threw herself in the way of them.

'No!' she yelled.

'Lee!' both boys cried but it was too late.

There was an explosion of white light. The boys were thrown against opposite walls and were temporally blinded by the sudden light. After a while, they came to and struggled to their feet. They met by their friend's body and peered down at her now unrecognisable face.