MI High has come to an end. The team has to move into mainstream MI9 and become a team of adult agents. Will they all make the grade ? Can they become the spies they want to be ?

The good guys.

"You're on Dan." Dan shoved his helmet back on and mounted the bike. "Now remember Dan. You don't need to keep eye contact with the vehicle. You are just our backup in case we lose the trace for any reason. Do not approach the KORPS base under any circumstances. Understood ?"

"Got it," agreed Dan, firing up the bike. Game on !

Dan felt the raw power of the motorbike running through his whole body. He couldn't lie. It was the most amazing feeling. He longed to let the full power of the machine rip and tear through the streets at speed, but knew that this would be irresponsible. The streets were crowded with people and other vehicles. Also, the whole point of being a spy was not to draw attention to yourself. He wouldn't look too clever getting a speeding ticket from the police mid-mission.

"Take the next right. They're moving East," said Mac's voice in his ear. They had started using the older agents' nicknames without really realising it. Luckily they didn't seem to mind. Dan did as instructed, keeping his eyes open for anything which might hold him up. He wasn't supposed to be seen by the KORPS drivers, but at the same time, he wasn't supposed to lose them either. The van with the rest of the team was following at a much greater distance behind. It was harder to manoeuvre through the crowded streets and was obviously easier to spot.

"They've stopped," said Mac suddenly. "Slow down a bit. They might be at traffic lights," she added.

"There aren't any traffic lights there," came Tom's voice.

"Could be roadworks," suggested Keri's voice.

"Why don't I just go and have a look," said Dan with a sigh. "I won't get too close," he promised. There were no objections, so he slowly took the bike closer to the target. After turning a corner he found himself in a quiet side street. The KORPS van had stopped in the middle of the road and its rear doors were wide open. Someone was leaning in at the driver's side window. Dan couldn't see their face. Curious, he stopped the bike and pushed it on to it's rest bar. "Everything alright ?" he asked as he walked up to the KORPS van, lifting the visor on his helmet so he could see better. He heard footsteps behind him and spun around, sensing a trap. There was nobody there.

"Sorry mate," said a voice from the van. Dan whipped back round in time to see a spray can which released a spray of vapour into his face. He staggered backwards, feeling groggy and faint, before everything went dark.

"Dan ! Dan, can you hear me ?" demanded a worried voice over Dan's communications. There was no answer.

A flurry of activity broke out in the mission van. The others had been watching activities through Dan's head camera. The image was blurred by the spray on the camera lens. They could make out a figure, possibly wearing a mask, holding the spray can. As the camera pointed up into the sky, they saw the same figure being joined by another. "He alright ?" asked a woman's voice.

"Should be. The anaesthetic should wear off later," said the man.

"How much did you use ?" asked the woman.

"Don't know really," admitted the man. "I gave it about three seconds like Artie said. Come on. We need to get out of here. Those KORPS bastards could have reinforcements coming anytime soon. Have you got the device ?" he asked.

"Yep. Got it. Let's go," said the woman. They both disappeared from view.

"We need to get Dan, quickly," said Mac. "Step on it Abe," she said. The van immediately speeded up.

The team reluctantly left Dr. Bertolli to check on Dan while they checked out the KORPS van. Two KORPS agents were sitting slumped inside the van. One was dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. "Nice !" muttered Keri.

"It's empty. The device has gone," reported Agent Hunter. "It's still on my tracer though," he said, checking his tracking application. "Oh," he said glumly.

Tom leaned over his shoulder. "It's not there," he said curiously.

"Not now it isn't. Looks like someone disabled the tracking device," said Agent Hunter glumly.

"Where did you last see it ?" asked Agent MacManus, pulling on Dan's motorcycle helmet.

Agent Hunter showed her on the screen and she nodded, before roaring off on the motorcycle.

"He's fast asleep," called out Dr. Bertolli. "Help me load him into the van. The police will be here soon. I'd rather not be around," she said.

The others all gathered round and once again man-handled Dan into the MI9 van.

"I think he's getting heavier," grunted Tom, trying to lower Dan gently on to the floor of the van, and not just heave him in like a sack of potatoes.

Agent Hunter pulled a stretcher down from its storage place on the roof of the van and they strapped Dan onto it. "Let's go !" called out Agent Hunter, and they drove off, to the distant sound of sirens.

The Professor spoke into the comms. "Any joy Mac ?" he asked.

"No. They're long gone," said a frustrated Agent MacManus. "I'll see you back at base," she added.

Agent MacManus didn't see the people watching her speed away. "Who the hell was that ?" asked a young woman.

"I'm pretty sure that's the same bike that stopped behind us," said a man.

"Well, that was definitely a woman rider. It was a guy who stopped behind the van," said the young woman. "Seemed kind of familiar," she said quietly, rubbing her chin. "Not typical KORPS," she added.

"Well, we got the device which is all that matters. KORPS won't be able to detonate all the nuclear bombs in the country now," said another young man, tossing the device from hand to hand. "And pretty good tracker disablement if I do say so myself !" he said, congratulating himself.

"Yeah, you'll have to say it yourself, because we're not going to," said the man sarcastically.

"Aw come on !" complained their companion, still grinning. "It went like clockwork didn't it ? The anaesthetic worked. Nobody died. What more do you want ?" he asked.

"Okay clever-clogs. It worked. Let's get home. I've got homework," said the young woman.

The three of them squeezed into a tiny beaten up car and their geeky friend started up the engine with a roar. "Man, I need to get a new exhaust !" he complained.

"Guys, if we are going into this whole vigilante superhero thing full time, we seriously have to get a better car !" moaned the young woman. "Who's going to take us seriously in this rust bucket ?"

"Yeah, well if you've got the cash Laura, you go right ahead !" said the geeky guy.

She leant back in her seat. "Yeah I know Artie, but it's hard to look threatening after you've got out of the back seat of a Fiat 500. I even have to wait for Mike to fold down the front seat so I can get out."

"You can sit in the front if you want," offered Mike.

"Okay, guys ! Look, we got the smarts. We can operate under the radar if we keep it simple," said Artie. "Trust me guys. We can accomplish just as much as all the government's secret agents if we just use our heads," he promised. He started off and the car stalled, grinding to a halt just as quickly as it had started. "Um, just give me a minute," he muttered.