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Alex walked down the street, hands jammed in his pockets. His tired eyes swept the street as he continued warily down the block, his fair hair blowing in the gentle June breeze. He entered the Royal and General bank and his shoulders drooped as he trudged down the brightly lit hallway and was swallowed by the elevator doors.

Rose Laiton lay on her bed in LA, trying very hard not to think about anything except the VMA nomination. VMA, VMA, VMA, she repeated in her head. VMA—not drug busts, or ex boyfriends, or even trig homework—just VMAs. Her new music video had been nominated, and she was excited, she told herself. She knew that she had been under intense scrutiny lately, due to Miley's new tell-all…how she, with one phone call, could expose Disney.

Lately, Disney was all anyone could talk about. With Miley blaming her drug usage on Disney's "pressuring environment", and new photo scandals starring Selena and Demi every other week, Rose was Disney's current posterchild for good behavior. She didn't do drugs, or drink, or smoke—true. But she never told her father how she saw her chaperone popping Oxycotin, or her gymnastics instructor on Vicodin, or how she saw the director of TestLanding snort white powder in between takes—VMA, VMA, VMAs. She didn't tell him how she had been so close to taking the joint offered to her—only a chance interruprion stopped that little growing experience. Everyone around Rose closed their eyes to the fact that their precious covergirl was in an environment where sex, drugs and cigarettes reigned supreme and it was only a matter of time before Rose fell too. But VMA, VMA, VMA—it was so worth it.

It didn't matter what she wanted now anyway. The contracts were signed, the tickets were booked, and she was leaving for England tomorrow.

Alex stared blankly at the wall over Mr. Blunt's head, stubbornly refusing to look him in the eye. He had spent the past half hour trying to get himself out of his new assignment, but he knew when he was beaten. Mr. Blunt tried to catch his eye.

"Echhhhem….Alex….your mission… you're just going on vacation this time. You're not even leaving England—you're just going to monitor some drug group…" Alex flinched and finally made eye contact.

"Why me?"

"You are going to spend the summer on set of the new movie Flashbacks, starring Daniel Radcliffe, Edward Norton, Rose Laiton, Brad Pitt, and Megan Fox. There are 200 people working on that set—and 150 of them are on some drug or other. The specifics are in your file. In '04 we received information that it was all being supplied by the same person, and we don't know who. We do know that he will be on set for most of the 3 month shoot—and you have to find out who it is."

Alex scowled. "What do I have to do with this?"

"The usual—they would never think for a second that we'd send a 15 year old. You are posing as an intern, and working for the head cameraman. This will give you access to almost everyone on set—excuses are plentiful. Find out who's supplying the drugs, and then tell us and we'll get you out. You will not be in any danger…"

Mr. Blunt sounded as if he would go on forever. Alex, exhausted from multiple graduation parties, decided to end the conversation soon—preferably now.

"The only immediate danger I'm in is dying of boredom. Now if you don't mind…."

Alex walked out leaving two shocked adults behind, feeling vaguely satisfied for the first time since entering the building.

When he got home, the box from Smithers was already waiting.

Alex, m'boy, do try not to need to use any of these.

Knowing you, though…

Here's a deal: any of my jolly clever inventions that remain INTACT after you're through with them belong to you. Except the gun ;)

P.S—Thank Mrs Jones. Don't mention it to Mr Blunt.

"Sweeeet…," Alex muttered, as he pulled the gun out of the box. He was reunited with all his past gadgets, and he grinned at some of the memories that came with them. With a sigh, he pulled out the last item from the box: his file for the mission. As soon as the manilla envelope left the box it self destructed, as Jack came bouncing down the stairs.

"Motherfu—"

"Alex!"

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