"We have had a break in boss. Someone has hacked us and taken L.O.1.I.V.I.4."

"A break in? Do you mean to tell me someone knows our plan now?"

"Yes sir. Sorry sir. You could always check the cameras sir."

"Good idea. Go!" The boss looked at the footage, the non-existent footage. "No!" He looked at the camera earlier on and saw 5 teenagers enter. 3 of them had red hair, like L.O.1.I.V.I.4. "Brilliant," He said, followed by an evil laugh. "I know who you are now!"

Dan, being the strongest, had managed to move Tom into his bedroom. Even though Tom ate for the world, he seemed to be a lot lighter than anyone excepted. Usually if a spy was asleep, you don't go near them because they would probably kick your ass but Tom was different, he couldn't run more than a meter without getting out of breath so, when Frank offered, he refused self-defense lessons, knowing he would only collapse or something. This meant that the chances of him Karate chopping anyone in his sleep was pretty unlikely. The girls decided it was best they went to bed too – they were exhausted! The remaining four agents turned off the music and crazy lighting, which Tom must have programmed, and cleared up all the wrappers on Tom's desk. If the place was a mess when Frank and/or Stella came back, they would be dead.

At about 11pm, way after everyone, but Dan, had gone to bed, the lift doors opened and FRELLA came strolling through, singing something that slightly resembled 'Mirror' by Justin Timberlake. They were obviously drunk as they could barely walk in a straight line.

"I'm not even going to ask but go to bed!" Dan ordered them.

"Yes sir!" Frank said, saluting as both off them walked off. Suddenly, well, about a minute later, came two screams. Dan, going into full spy mode, ran to see the problem. It turns out Stella and Frank had gone into the wrong rooms and ended up squashing Tom and Rachel.

"Oh brilliant," Dan mumbled, figuring out what to do with two drunk idiots. He managed, with great difficulty, to get everyone back to bed although Tom stayed up to give Dan company. It was getting to about midnight when the main screen suddenly turned on.

"Tom? It is a bit late for gaming." Dan said sternly.

"I didn't do anything."

"What?" Dan was confused, nothing like this had happened before.

"Greetings. I'm sure you are pleased with your break in. Well, now you know our plans, you should do them. Give us Dr. Death or we will tear you up from the inside out," a voice said before the screen turned off again.

"Shit." Was all Tom could say. Dan ran his fingers through his head.

"Why do they want him?" Dan asked, angry at the thought of letting Dr. Death free. If they did that, Tom could get hurt again and that was so not happening. Dan being born in September and Tom being born in august made Dan almost a whole year older, making Dan feel like Tom was his little brother and no way was anyone hurting him again. Saying that, being the oldest out of everyone, except FRELLA, he felt it was his role to look out for everyone.

Dan was going to miss M. . The only reason that He, Tom, Neish and Keri were still on the team, everyone was 17 except Tom, was because St. Hearts now had a sixth form. They would only be able to be in the team for one more year though before going to different departments of M.I.9. Dan was going to be teaching new agents Free running and combat, Neish would be on the disguise team, Keri would be a field agent, maybe, and Tom was either going to be a technical agent or apparently, according to Frank, the new M. leader.

Dan snapped out of the thought of leaving. That was a year away. Right now he had to concentrate on stopping the MAFIA.

There you go. Probably the only one until a lot later today. 10pm (British time) again maybe. Also, i really appreciate constructive criticism. Probably should have said earlier shouldn't I...