Disclaimer: Holes and Ice Station do not belong to me. They belong to Louis Sachar and Matthew Reilly.

Queen of Pain in the Ass- Honesty, 'tis the best policy. Maybe, just maybe, I shall improve...

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And I just realised that Jarte's spell checker killed the grammar in Chapter 2! I'm going to fix it soon, sorry for any tears spilt when reading it.

Agatha Hutts crept commando style towards the door at the end of the corridor. Silence and speed were the to key factors of this mission. Two factors that she lacked. If anyone walked through that door she was dead. The backpack full of explosives strapped to her shoulders confirmed this. She continued on her way. After what seemed like an eternity she had reached the door. She reached out to push it open. Surprise. It wouldn't budge. If she tried again they would definitely hear her. The enemy would come to get her. Her unit had disabled the cameras and microphones. She knew that. Suddenly a voice emerged from one of the smaller side doors. Agatha leapt down behind one of the statues lining the wall.

"This simply will not do Ferry. You have failed, once again. It makes me wonder why you even got into the military." A cruel voice said. Agatha heard the door directly next to her open.

Fuck no.

Quietly, she grabbed her gun. She knew what had to be done.

"What's this? A stray?" The cruel voice came again, twisting and contorting the words, making them sound like a foreign language. This was it. Agatha shot up and began shooting! There was no noise...For once Agatha had remembered to put a silencer on her gun! This would be easier than she thought. Then she saw the blood. She had hit two people.

Sure she had killed the owner of the cruel voice, Lt.Grundler, but she had also killed one of her own spies. Janelle Ferry lay dead, a bullet wound in her stomach, and near her ear. Agatha didn't know what to do. She had a job to get done, but she couldn't leave the young spy here, dead in an enemy camp...

Fuck it. I've seen so many die before. Just get out of here alive goddammit!

Her conscience died down. She began her journey back to the door.

Deep breath Aggs. Just shove the motherfucker in and run.

And so it was. She took out her Rollbombe 30kg, and got ready. In one swift movement she thrust open the door pulled out the pin and rolled it across the floor! And after that, she ran. She ran like hell, knowing all she wanted to do was get out of there. She ran out of the building, and finally came to some large bushes. She had never heard the resounding 'BOOM' that had followed her escape. All she could hear was her mind, telling her to wait for the signal that said she could run back to her unit.

That signal never came. One man had seen her running. Stephano Lee crept up to a familiar clump of bushes, with a silencer in his hand. He was the best at what he did, and he wasn't about to let this...this woman ruin everything for the ICG. He had her in his target, and his rifle was pointed right at the back of her head. Unexpectedly, a small voice crept into his ear.

So you really want to do this? She's so young...And they'll hear you. Everything's so quite...Are you sure?

Fuck yes.

He pulled the trigger. Unluckily for Agatha, Stephano did not have a bad aim. Nor did he have a silencer. So the shot that caused Agatha Hutts her life, her dreams and her family, rang throughout the night, loud and clear. Loud and clear enough for anyone to hear.

The lights were flashing. They made my eyes hurt. Now the lights are making shapes. Mummy, why are the lights making shapes? Mummy, I'm feeling sick. No really, I'm not faking. The lights are back. Daddy where's my brother and sister? Mummy told me the lights took them away. She lied to me daddy. The lights aren't bad li-

'BEEEEEEEEEEEP!'

What the hell! I flipped over on my bed and landed next to my belongings-chest with a dull thud. The boys around me were getting up, cursing, and half asleep. The one called Caveman seemed a lot more irritated. Maybe he was new...Nah. He didn't seem that new (a/n-Letty can be oblivious sometimes). The other girls were getting up too. They opened the doors and dragged themselves outside. Did I mention that we got these free ultra-cool and ever so fantastic jump suits? Well, everyone except for Mairie. She was too tall for any of the uniforms, so she had to wear some of her own old clothes. I shall remember that event till I am old and grey. But I digress. I stumbled outside wearily. Dr.Pendanski, who I had decided was a stoner, had explained to us that breakfast was at 4:30AM. I was shocked and abhorred. You cannot have breakfast before 6:00AM. It's unholy to do so! Annabelle, James and Louie looked quite disturbed as well, but Miche-er-Mick and Mairie seemed delighted. So delighted that they decided to put James in a head lock and punched him in the stomach several times. Brutes. Everyone was walking into a cafeteria type building, so naturally I followed them. And by the time I was being served the so called 'food', I had begun to wish I hadn't. It was mushy, pasty, gooey, and everything that food should not be. It actually looked quite like something my little sister would have cooked, AKA Stuff not fit for human consumption. I held my tray and followed Louie, who had been in front of me. We took a seat with all the other people from the D 'Tent'. It seemed that Mairie was deep in conversation with the guy called X-Ray.

"Fuck yeah, he was a fag. But she was worse. She was a bitch!" seemed to be all she was saying. How vulgar. So everyone talked to everyone for a while, and I sat at the edge of the table. I made sure to cover my chest, because it had been sticking out recently. And I hadn't talked to anyone since the introduction incident. Eventually breakfast ended, and we were told (more like forced)to get into a line behind the doors of this place called the library. Note that it was only called the library. In reality it was a small shed with stacks of shovels in it. Finally it was my turn to get one. I got my paws on it...And dropped it almost immediately. What! It was damn heavy! After many minutes of struggling, I dragged myself and the offending shovel towards everyone else. They were walking to the area I had been looking at in the bus a mere 24 hours before. Okay, so we had to dig one little hole. It couldn't be that hard. I found an empty space and started. The shovels tip hit the earth, but nothing happened. I tried again. Same result. Bloody hell! It wouldn't work. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea. I had been given a canteen, with a large lid. I could fill the lid with water, and pour it onto the ground to make it softer! But...It was boiling, and I couldn't waste my water. So I tried one last time to start a hole.

'K-Thunk!' went the shovel. And up went the dirt. Yay! My first scoop of dirt! I began to dig faster, because I was getting bored. And it was hard. I felt like a prisoner! Which in normal circumstances would have been all right, but I hadn't done anything wrong! It didn't help that Ms.Hartford was looming over us like a bloody bird of prey. Ms.Hartford was a middle aged woman, like the type you would definitely not mess with. She never actually did anything, but the way she looked at you, you felt like withdrawing into a shell. It was probably her eyes. They were an extremely light shade of blue that almost made her look blind. She had a chiseled nose, and she was stick skinny. She was basically the opposite of her daughter, Belinda. Belinda was short, dumpy, and insecure. Maybe she took after her dad. But every time I think that a though comes into my mind: Who the hell would want to get it on with Ms.Hartford? Eeeeew! She was overseeing our digging, and the expression on her face made me want to chuck something sharp(and preferably made of steel) at her.

I had started my hole ages ago. Annabelle and I were the only ones left digging. I was going to collapse from exhaustion any second now. My hands felt like going on strike, something that all the willpower in me had done some 2 hours before. I thrust my shovel into the new hole one more time. Yes! I had finished my first ever hole! If Annabelle hadn't been there I would have done the happy moose dance! It was now 1:00PM. So that meant I had been digging for...6 hours! I trotted back to the campsite, and returned my shovel to the 'library'. Now what do I do? I looked around stupidly. Erm...Oh yeah! The Wreck Room! I remembered Mr.Armpit(tee hee) talking about it. So off I went. As soon as I entered I was bombarded with unnatural sounds and smells, like things that should be locked away forever.

"Heeey! Uh...Guy! You wanna play pool?" shouted a voice that sounded vaguely, but not quite, familiar. Before I had a choice, I was being dragged to the table by Armpit and the other guy...Squid, I think.

"So, you know how to play?" said the voice again. Apparently, the speaker was Magnet.

"Of course he knows how to play! Come on Logan, show us how good you are!" hollered Mairie, like the neanderthal that she was.

And that, children, is how I found myself with a pool stick in my hands. I got ready to start, but I'd never played pool before.

"Um...You're kinda holding it the wrong way round." muttered James. He looked like he had a head cold.

"You know what? Just go on without me. I..Erm...Have some stuff to do..." I said weakly. I made an oath to myself. I shall never play pool. Ever.

Out with the trusty notebook, yet again. I decided to recount my first official day at Camp No Lake.

Friday 11th November, 2005, 1:34PM

I now know the joys of digging a hole. It was boring, sweaty and icky. I have blisters on my hands, and I was wearing gloves! I felt like burying myself in the hole, because it was that bad! And I have to do it again tomorrow. I also feel really bad. Why? Because Mum and Genevieve are stuck in some warehouse far, far away, and I'm sitting here on my new bed, complaining. Dads court case is in a few months, and he's all alone. And my brother is in some random place and he didn't even leave a note! Maybe he's been kidnapped. But that really wouldn't make any sense, because they've already got two fifths of my family. And I want to find out why we've been sent to a bloody camp for delinquents! Isn't it just a tad dangerous? We have one of those counseling session thingamabobs soon, so I'll have to make some stuff up. I also think that Mr.Sir guy is a pervert. I'm sure I saw him sneaking looks at Mairie's chest. Having written that, I shall now go smash my head into a large brick wall. Goodbye.

I closed the notebook in disgust and tightened my bandana. As I had written, I had some stuff to make up.

Yay for chapter 3! I may take a while to write the next chapter because I'm really sick. I can't talk properly. Oh yeah, and:

-Don't ask.

-Either I, EbilGenius, does not know how long it would take Letty to dig holes, or Letty is just a really slow digger. You decide.

And a Rollbombe 30kg is a huge bomb, but it's like a grenade in the fact that you let go of it and run.