"Holly how many ways this term have I taught you lie using truth as the base of them?"

"Twenty- two."

"Good, Amelia what is the average times for a trained seven year old child to jimmy a lock?"

"5.3 seconds."

"Well done, Sky what is the colour of an armed Nano- warhead?"

"Green."

RING! RING! "Class before you go after school for extra credit you can take part in a mission. The mission is you have integrate into a black tie formal party with fake legends and each one of you have to get a dollar from the president of the bank's wallet, a sample of the duchess of Romania's nail polish and any person's autograph on a copy of the supposed Fort Knox blue prints. You will all be put into groups of five if you choose to come along. There will also be students from the years above and below us. If you're interested please meet me in the great hall in an hour in formal wear."

Once the teacher had finished her speech, she walked out and the students started packing their bags talking excitedly about the mission offer. "So… are you guys gonna do it?" Asked Ivy in a voice barely louder than a whisper. We all looked at each other than shouted, "Yeah!"

After that everyone went back to their dorms to get ready. Aka. Killing each other for the hair curlers and straightens, begging each other to borrow makeup and ripping their wardrobes apart to find missing shoes. Thankfully we all had a wide variety of formal wear for all the other missions and tests we needed them for. While everyone was doing all of the above I was ready and was writing in my diary all about the pass week including my suspicions about the Nano bytes and Sabriel trying to kill me. (No-one knew I had a diary and I hoped to keep it that way.)

Once my friends were happy with our outfits, ten minutes before we had to meet our teacher, we walked out of the dorms and down the main marble staircase. It was funny really when I looked back on it. We came down the stairs in a V formation; me in front, Mia and Ivy behind me, Hayley and Kayla behind them. Everyone stopped talking and stared. I was wearing a dress made of blue silk that had a round neckline and ended slightly above my knees and Kayla had told me it brought out the colour of my eyes. I also had brought a little purse, I'd shoved it my shoe, filled with a hundred pounds and my three credit cards just in case a situation occurred. Mia had a dress like mine but it was a bright red the same colour as her lipstick. Ivy's dress was black satin with a sprinkle of silver sparkles and was floor length. Hayley and Kayla's dresses were tight at the top but the skirt flowed out in a perfect circle. Hayley's was delicate violet and Kayla's was pale blue. When we got to the doors, Mr W gave us the folders on who we would be at the party and we vanished into the night.

When we got to the party we all went our separate ways and I headed towards the bank manager. "Why hello Mr Trove, fancy seeing you here today I'm Tammy Sams representing Alan Mira as he is too ill to come to this fine party himself," I said in a high class English ascent. "Oh yes, hello Tammy, Alan runs…"

"The BBC news station."

"Oh yes and what are you to Mr Mira?"

"I'm his junior assistant."

"He told me to give you his card." I pulled out a card from a small pocket in my dress and handed it to him. He took a wallet from his pocket and slipped it in. As he did this someone came up behind me and slightly brushed against my arm; I used it to pretend they pushed me into Trove making him drop his wallet, "Oh my, he exclaimed. "I'm so sorry sir, it was totally my fault. Here let me." I helped him replace all the cards and money back in his wallet but secretly held on to a five dollar note. "I'm sorry I better be leaving but I think if you look behind you, the duchess is very eager to speak with you. Before he could reply I had merged into the crowd and became just another face in hundreds at the party. My phone vibrated I my pocket and I checked who had texted me. It was a number in didn't recognise. It said 'Surprise! You have two weeks before you and everyone you're around blows up, have fun! I'm coming to congratulate you–S.' As soon as I read the text, confirmed my suspicions but the last part confused me. What did she mean she coming to congratulate me? I put my phone back in my pocket. Suddenly without warning, someone spun me around and hugged me tight, "Bex?" I recognised the voice's owner, "Leo?"

"Long time no see." I stared blankly at him, "Long time no see? Yeah three years no see. I last I saw you was in Argentina, what in the world are you doing here?"

"Talking to you?"

"Clever but really, three years not even a phone call than you suddenly just show up? Explain." He sighed, "That's wrong I kept in touch with Luke the whole time we always talked." I was confused, "He never said anything. Now it was his turn to look confused, "Really? Okay, there's been talk in the country about some guy having a bounty being put on my head. I hugged him, "Pathetic, what did you this time?" I whispered against his chest. "I'm not pathetic I'm a loveable idiot … what happened to your arm?" I couldn't lie to Leo he always saw right through me even more than Luke and he was my own brother! I told him everything from the now ending with the bit about the text, "So I was right, she texted me a minute ago telling me I have two weeks before I get killed and everyone around me as well. It was bad enough that she came back from the dead." I sighed, "I heard about the cruise last summer, you were famous for about a month. "Yay, I almost die and I become a celebrity," I said in a flat matter of fact voice. I went pale and stood rigid. Leo spun around as he saw Sabriel pull out a tiny silver gun and aimed right at me. She shot and Leo through himself on me knocking me to the floor so the shot hit the man behind me in the stomach making the man's blood spatter the front of my dress. "Bex when I say three we run okay?"

"Yeah."

"THREE!" we bolted from the party down the stairs of the building and fled into the night.