"How! We don't have any links to the outside world! What if one of us are replaced?" Cannon yelped.

"Ok. We need someone that only the three of us know. Something that they can't duplicate." Midnight Sky traled off thoughtfully.

"For one, DNA samples. If you're ever worried about someone else, we'll check out DNA." I reminded quickly.

"But we need something else. A password. Something completely out of our mannerism." Cannon chewed his lip. "Like..every time we see each other at a meal. We drink our entire drink down before we eat anything. Not a bite between sitting down and finishing whatever the drink is. If we go right for the food, or don't completely finish the drink we know that we're in trouble and it's a phony."

I nodded. "Perfect. It's compeltely natural and subtle.

"Fine." I took their hands.

"But what's our plan of attack?" Cannon asked. "We can't just defend ourselves, we have to go on occense."

"We have to prove that they're fakes."

"Wait. What day is it?" I asked.

"Um. Thursday, third week."

"Ok. Tomorrow next week we go home. There is no way they're going to try and replace all of us. And from the vibe I've gotten of the three of us, chances are they aren't going to replace any of us."

"And why not?" Cannon inturrupted.

"We're too hard. I mean, we're too talented to replace. They'll have a hard time getting people with all the skills we have. If we came back not able to do everything there'd be no way. Me. I can act, dance, shoot, ninja, hack, and I made Maxell. They couldn't find anyone else who could do it!"

"That's probable why we had the talent show and got to bring an invention. They have to know if we can sing or dance or whatever. And then they have to make sure that their agents can work our inventions." Midnight Sky mused.

I nodded. "All right. Tomorrow next week, Chief and the best agents will be there. As soon as they get here, all the replacements will be done. We have to prove them then and there. So this week we have to get all the proof we can, then grab Chief Tiger's Eye and show it all to him. He can rally everything and we'll be home free."

"Watch your backs though. We don't know who else could be replaced. SITs in our own cabins could be."

"And play it cool."

"Yeah. We're winning the Spy War because of the Key. We have to play it confident." I knocked Cannon's shoulder.

"All right. Let's get out of here." Cannon stood up and brushed off his pants. "I'm going to the shooting range.

I walked with Midnight Sky towards camp, the opposite way.

"You scared?" He asked

I smirked. "Never."

AN. Obviously the story, besides being a totally unrealistic one, is ending. About the realism thing, OF COURSE IT'S UNREALISTIC! Lol. If you want realism read the newspaper.

I'm just kidding. I'm actually enjoying writing this next sequal a ton more. Would you guys rather have a story from Cannon or Silver's perspective?