Hey, I'm not sure if any of you will remember me and if you don't or if your new to this site then you won't and that's cool as I am a terrible person who hasn't updated anything in over a year now, but I'm coming back guys. Not sure if I am wanted, but if you guys do want me make sure to review so I know that you do.

Disclaimer I do not own MI High

Aneisha's POV

I heard the words Dan whispered, but wished that I did not. Despite the fact that people think that Dan and I aren't good friends, Dan has been there for me more than Tom and Zoe have, Dan is one of my best friends and to hear him say those words that are full of pure hate sends shivers down my spine.

I have little time to dwell though as the door to Dan's office is thrown open and the colossal frame of James comes through the door with Oscar, Rose and Carrie trailing behind him. James motioned for them to sit on the sofa with us, so Rose came and squeezed in next to me, Carrie went and sat next to a still sniffling Zoe and Oscar sat on the arm of the sofa while James went and sat on Dan's desk which I was honestly surprised was able hold his weight.

"May I have permission to reveal mission 459 sir?" James asked in his extremely thick accent.

"I could do with a laugh, so go ahead. Don't make anyone cry though." Dan states with a smirk as he rests his head in his hands. It looks as if he is just doing it in preparation for whatever weird thing James is about to do, but when I look closer I can tell that he is actually digging his nails into his jaw, a sure sign he is in pain, but the million dollar question is what from?

With a smirk of pure delight James rises and saunters over to us, as he comes to a stop he puts his hands on his hips. "Alright you miserable maggots! You have been already briefed about the hotel and the weapons and SKAPULA and blah blah blah destruction of everything if you don't stop it blah blah end of the world blah blah angry chief agent Stark if you fail and more blah blah." James stated causing Dan to chuckle behind him.

"How is any of what you are saying useful?" Carrie asked giving the walking sasquatch a weird look.

"Well if you were patient little ants then you'd know, wouldn't?" James says exasperated as he rolls his eyes, someone is a bit of a diva.

"Did you just call us ants? I'll have you know I'm 6ft 2." Oscar exclaims sounding as freaked out as I feel.

"You are still small from up here. But you are distracting me! Why would you do that, it isn't nice little ant. Ah since you were mean and distracted me your new name Oscar is little ant. Perfect! Everybody must now call Oscar little ant or I shall taser them. Now let me finish what I was saying. You are all terrible at being spies except Oscar and Zoe and I don't why MI9 employed you at all and you're about as effective at working together as Dan and Maths. Now if you are going to cry please do so quietly as I need to go to a meeting next door, now have fun at being terrible." James concludes before marching out the room before any of us can say anything and we can hear his deep voice laughing in the room next door.

"That wasn't how he was meant to say it." Dan mumbles as he regards our facial expressions with a half-smile. "He was meant to say that you are not completely terrible."

"Cause that makes all the difference doesn't?" I say sarcastically as I glare at him. Tom and I exchange annoyed looks; why would Dan, our supposedly best friend and team mate let someone talk to us that way?

"Yeah it does, because if you were completely terrible you wouldn't be sat here awaiting your new mentors for the new training programmes I'm putting you in. People who are completely terrible get the honour of being thrown in my dungeon." Dan replies. Ok Dan has gone completely insane and has boarded the wacko train along with James. "Carrie and Zoe you get to be a part of the Ares department, Aneisha and Oscar you get to have lots of fun with Daisy in the Aphrodite department, Tom you're going to love the Athena department and Rose it's going to be living hell for you because guess what Nicky is the head! Tom don't let Nicky kill her, and if push comes to shove only let her mildly injure Rose."

"No do not injure Rose at all! Dan you have gone completely insane and I'm calling Frank." Oscar declares pulling out his communicator.

"I think I'm going to agree with Oscar on this one Dan, first you give us some sob story about your childhood then you are telling us we are rubbish spies and now you are saying we need retraining. I know we are meant to be friends, but you have been lying to us the entire time." Tom pipes up as he stands up and moves to stand across from Dan, Dan remains seated and looks up to him through squinted eyes and then looks past Tom to Zoe who has her arms wrapped around herself as she is trying to avoid making eye contact with him by creating a curtain or red hair to block her eyes.

"Tell them what the Shadow Master told you, Zoe." Dan says her name softly in a tone of voice I didn't think someone like Dan was capable of using. Zoe refuses to answer him; instead she turns her head to look at me with pleading jade green eyes, but I'm curious to hear the answer, I give Zoe a small nod signalling she should tell everybody what the Shadow Master said.

"He told me that 'secrets and lies are the truths of our world' but how did you know what he told me?" Zoe asks as she too rises to go stand next to Tom.

"First of all," Dan begins as he leans back in his chair tiredly, "That's the answer to your question Tom. Secondly, Zoe I know everything there is to know about the Shadow Master."

"What. How?" I ask curiously moving forward slightly, but I don't get my answer as Dan turns his head away and starts coughing violently while he clutches his stomach, his coughs sound like someone is trying to rip his lungs out and his face has taken on a sickly white parlour, between one of the coughs he gasps out the words 'help me' and without hesitation everyone is on their feet. Oscar and Carrie run out the room while the rest of us rush over to Dan.

Zoe reaches Dan first and raps a supportive arm around his boney shoulders while with the other she feels his forehead and attempts to ask Dan's what is wrong, but all that Dan can manage to wheeze out is that his stomach hurts.

With a tentative hand I reach out and pull Dan's top up so that it rests just below his chest at the sight I start to cry, I never cry. I hear Tom gag behind me. The space between Dan's hips has become a hollow ruin of his old drop dead gorgeous abs. In the middle of a gallery of white jagged scars and burns that have Dan's pink flesh weeping is the most horrific injury I've seen in my life. The deeply pierced skin in the centre of his stomach has dribbles of dried blood around it which has gathered in a pool in Dan's belly button. The wound looks so painful that i cant believe i didn't notice he was in so much pain, but by the way the wound is starting to try and heal itself by matting the skin back together I know it is a few days old. That sicken me to think that Dan has been in that much pain for so long without me noticing. Before I can look any more closely my attention on Dan's stomach is diverted as Zoe lets out a startled gasp.

I look up to see that Dan is spluttering up crimson liquid which splashes onto his glass desk as his hands clasp his throat and he cries for help again. Zoe looks at me with desperation in her eyes, but all I can do is watch on in horror.

Dan's POV

Everything hurts, the room was spinning, my mind was foggy. Through the haze I could see Tom, Aneisha and Rose looking at me their faces a picture of concern, I couldn't see Zoe though, although I could feel her warm arms around me and I lean into them yearning for her to protect me. The glass door burst open with a bang that startled me and James and Nicky raced in, Carrie and Oscar in tow. Honestly the amount I cared was pretty little right now. With the floor and ceiling spinning rapidly around me and everything between them blurring into one big misshapen mass, I think I am allowed to be forgiven for not caring right now.

In my gut I feel the deep throbbing pain and just to even attempt to breathe through the pain makes me feel as if a child has got a hold of my vital organs and is now using them as their toys. Every move I make sends a wave of agony rolling around my stomach and makes me want to ignore the people that have taken over my office.

I feel my head suddenly starting to make its way towards my desk, but before it can make what is sure to be painful contact with it a hand surges forward and grabs me by my shoulders as my body goes limp.

"Dan?" The hand's owner asks their voiced laced with panic. "Can you hear me?" I try to nod, but that just makes the world tilt at a sickening angle so I decide not to do it again. The hands gripping my shoulders suddenly loosen and then tighten around my knees and my feet are lifted off the floor. Despite my pain induced state and the unmanly whimper I give out at the sudden movement of my battered body I realize that the person carrying me is James. My head flops limply onto his shoulder as he carries me somewhere and I try to get my vision to focus, but it's pretty hard you know.

More people are shouting around me and I can feel myself grow disorientated as James storms down the corridors that we built together.

The last thing I remember thinking before I let the darkness claim me was that they knew. They all knew.

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