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Stella and Frank had been in the middle of a load of paper work when the alarm had gone off. Even though it was the holidays for the teens, they still had plenty of work. They had finished park our practice with Joe about half an hour ago but still told him he had to help with the paper work, filling the stuff that Frank and Stella had either signed or written in to what they were about. For example, Criminals, Gadgets, New Teams and Coffee rota. Yes, they needed a coffee rota!
As soon as the alarm had gone off, Frank called Keri, knowing the girls were out with her, most likely shopping – that's what girls did these days, right? When she didn't pick up, Frank called Tom through coms, knowing he defiantly wouldn't have gone with the girls, playing blade quest or something like that whilst eating biscuits. It was unnerving that the first thing that came to mind when he thought of Tom was him playing video games and eating biscuits in the base. He would have to get him more active, so when needed, he could go on field missions without complaining about all the running.
Tom picked up and he had instructed him to call Keri to finds out where she was. As soon as Frank hung up on Tom, he was back to the paper work. Kindly, Stella had reprogrammed the alarm so it would shut up and only make there communicating software vibrate. Frank was really struggling to sign all the papers and stuff with a vibrating pen in his hand. He ended up giving up on it and went to find a new pen, leaving Stella and Joe in the office.
Joe and Stella decided, now that Frank was gone, to have a couple of biscuits and play a game of Irish snap – filling was boring, even for the head of M.I.9! He was back 2 minutes later though, Stella literally throwing all the cards into a draw. Frank loved Irish snap and if he found out they had been playing without him, they would be in deep do.
The three continued filling but after 10 minutes, Frank's phone began ringing.
"Frank, come her now!" Someone shouted from the other end.
"Keri? You okay, you weren't answering earlier!" Frank said, worried about her.
"Yeah, about that. Can you come down too Country Lane park, I need your help."
"Okay…" Frank said, curious about what she meant.
"Oh, and bring a backup team." Keri said before hanging up. Now Frank was really worried. He literally dropped his phone, grabbed Stella and Joe's wrists and ran out of Stella's office, running down a flight of stairs and into the training room, dragging out a squad of men who were training at the time. He literally jumped down the stairs, still holding Stella and Joe's wrists. By now, Stella had kicked off her heals; she was going to trip up sooner or later.
Within about 5 minutes, they were at the park, frantically searching for Keri. They found her, surrounded by a load of unconscious men in jumpsuits. On the sleeves of these jump suits were logos. The logo was a white M on a navy blue background. Simple.
"Where are the girls?" Frank asked Keri.
"Tom took them and the shopping back to the base – he also took one of the logos to see if he can find anything about them."
"Okay. You go back to – take Joe as well. We'll sort out them." Frank said. Keri did so and went back with Joe, leaving the two plus a squad to imprison the nine men. Fun times, fun times.