A/N It is Finally Finished! Yesterday was my Birthday, and now I am giving you all this gift!
Reviews always welcome!
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Chapter Nine
Wille groaned as he slowly came awake. He wasn't certain what August had injected him with, but his head was pounding, and his mouth felt like it was full of sand. He opened his eyes slowly, finding himself in a dimly lit room that looked vaguely familiar. He was laying on a bare mattress on a metal frame. More of a cot than a bed.
At first he thought he was alone, but the sound of someone sobbing intermingled with humming disputed that. He looked behind him, and saw Simon and Sara sitting on a second cot. The girl was clinging to Simon as she cried. The curly haired boy hummed softly as he played with her hair soothingly. Simon glanced his way when he noticed Wille rolling over.
They just stared at each other for a few moments.
"Are you angry with me?" Simon asked softly.
Wille didn't answer right away. He was thinking about how Simon had led him into the woods, how he hadn't noticed at the time that the other boy was acting strange. Wille had thought Simon was regretting their kiss, and that was why he seemed nervous, but now Wille realized it wasn't nerves, but fear that had the shorter boy looking around and jumping at the slightest sounds.
It hadn't been until he'd seen August holding Sara at gunpoint that he realized something was terribly wrong. She had been struggling, her hands tied behind her, a gag in her mouth, and a red handprint was blooming on her cheek where she'd been slapped. She was scared, Wille could tell, but she wasn't going down without a fight. She'd almost managed to escape after kicking his cousin in the shin, but her tied hands had her off balance, and August had recovered quickly, snagging her back and pulling the gun just as Wille and Simon had reached them.
"I'm sorry," Simon said now. "August said they'd kill her if I didn't bring you to them."
Wille shook his head. "I'm not mad, and you don't need to apologize. I would do the same if the roles were reversed and they had Erik." He looked back at Simon. "Is she okay?"
"Physically, yes. Emotionally?" He shrugged his shoulders. There was a reason they had no contact with their dad. Sara bore most of the mental scars, even if the physical ones belonged to Simon.
"Why is August doing this?" Wille wondered out loud.
Simon drew in a deep breath, and looked at him. "You should know, they made a clone of you, I don't know how. He pretended to be you, and used me as bait to capture another boy. His name is Blaine, and he's a secret agent."
"What?" Wille said, sounding mildly skeptical.
Simon sighed and adjusted his hold on his sister.
"I should have told you this before, but the day after you arrived at Hillerska, I was approached by three boys. I didn't really talk to Blaine or Kurt, only Alex, who told me there was a secret international agency of teen spies. They call themselves the Globally Authorized Youth Assets Security Force. They received information that there might be an assassination plot involving one of the Swedish princes.
"They couldn't enroll an agent in the school so soon after you, because it would be too suspicious, so they asked me to place cameras around the school and in your dorm to keep tabs on you, and asked me to just watch you when you were between classes and not on camera."
Wille frowned at that. "So, you only got close to me to keep an eye on me?"
"No! I wasn't even going to get too close to you, but you kept approaching me, and you were nothing like I thought you would be, and you were so…lonely."
Simon glanced down and noticed that Sara appeared to have fallen asleep. He gently laid her down on the cot, and moved to sit next to Wille, lowering his voice, leaning in closer. "What happened last night, that was real. I care about you Wille. And if we're going to die, at least I'll die knowing how it feels to kiss you." He pressed their lips together.
…
Blaine winced at the pounding headache from the knockout drug. This hadn't been the first time he'd been hit with a dart, and his body didn't like it. At least he wasn't throwing up like last time.
"Good, you're awake, handsome. I was beginning to worry about you."
Blaine blinked at the masked man standing at the foot of the bed. The mask, which was painted red and shaped like a mongoose, did not hide the flop of light ash brown hair that framed the face, or the moss green eyes that peered out through the slits.
Sighing, Blaine took in his situation. His hands were tied to the headboard above his head, though his feet remained loose. His shirt and shoes had been removed, but not his pants, fortunately.
"Are you just going to ignore me, Tiger? How rude." The Crimson Mongoose moved around to the side of the bed and sat beside him. "Why must you always play hard to get, Blaine?"
"I'm not playing hard to get, I just don't want to be gotten by you. I don't date international terrorists. I put them behind bars. Besides, I already have a boyfriend."
The Crimson Mongoose scoffed at that. "Hummel? That twink will never be able to satisfy you like I can. What do you see in him anyway?"
"Someone who is interested in more than just a physical relationship, maybe?" Blaine taunted. "Unlike you, I am looking for a commitment. And again, there is the whole he's not a terrorist thing. Not to mention how hot he's going to look when he kicks your ass."
"He won't fight me," the man said with confidence. "Not while I am holding you hostage. He'll do anything to protect you, including letting me beat him."
It was Blaine's turn to scoff. "You obviously don't know Kurt that well."
Blaine was distracted by a flash of red light from behind the other man. He focused on it, realizing it was a tiny drone, slightly larger than a common house fly. It paused in its movement for a moment, and then zoomed off silently before The Crimson Mongoose spotted it.
"I doubt your precious Hummel will even dare to put your life at risk," the terrorist replied, unaware of what Blaine had just seen.
…
Darcy maneuvered the micro drone throughout the building, scoping out everyone's locations.
"Looks like the prince and the Erikssons are in one of the staff quarters, while Blaine and the Crown Prince are being held in separate guest rooms on the second floor," she reported. "The scientist is in the lab in the basement, along with the Wilhelm clone. No sign of August. He must be in one of the outbuildings."
"What about The Crimson Mongoose?" Kurt asked.
"He just left Blaine's room and is heading towards the kitchen."
Elle stood at the head of the conference table, the blueprints of the building laid out in front of her. "I want to know exactly where August is before we go in. Rugby lad, take The Kid and search the outbuildings to the north of the main building. Movie man and Bookworm, take the east. Blackbird and I will take the west. The rest of you, stand ready."
Nick and Alex nodded and stealthily made their way to the stables and barn to the north as Tao and Isaac took the two garages to the east, leaving the pool house and guest bungalow for Kurt and Elle.
It only took them a few minutes to clear the bungalow, before they moved on to the pool house. Kurt took point, with Elle covering his back as they made their way inside. Kurt raised a finger to his lips and indicated the sound of weights coming from the room to their left. Elle nodded and shifted her taser to her other hand as Kurt moved quickly to the other side of the door.
Silently counting down to three, Elle covered high as Kurt went in low. "Freeze!" Kurt commanded, spotting the dark haired boy doing arm curls at the weight bench. "August Horne?"
August dropped the weights, putting his hands out to his sides. "Who are you? What is going on?"
"August Horne, you are under arrest for conspiring with known terrorists, kidnapping Prince Wilhelm and Crown Prince Erik of Sweden, and plotting against the monarchy. Get down on the floor and keep your hands where I can see them."
August put up no resistance as Kurt handcuffed him. "They told me they'd kill me if I didn't cooperate," August tried to argue.
"Really?" Elle asked. "Because the generous deposits into your depleted accounts from various dummy corporations suggests you were a willing participant. They paid off your debts, and offered to hand you the monarchy by eliminating the royal family from within. It was an opportunity you couldn't resist!"
August's face changed completely, the innocent expression turning to cold fury. "Those bastards let my father die! He begged the king for aide to keep Arnas intact, but the old fool blamed father for his failures and refused to help!
"Father couldn't find any other way. He knew his life insurance would pay out, even for suicide. He killed himself to save Arnas, while those hypocrites squandered money on frivolity. They don't deserve to rule!"
"Your father could have petitioned the queen when she took the throne," Kurt said, pulling the teen to his feet.
"Why? So she could humiliate him again? He would rather have died."
"Then he made his choice," Elle replied.
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Alex frowned as he searched the stable. The barn had been a large open space with nowhere for anyone to hide, not even a haystack. They had cleared it quickly.
The stable, however, was three times the size, with more than sixty stalls, three tack rooms, an office and several other rooms. He and Nick had been forced to split up to check every nook and cranny. Alex was currently in what appeared to be a vet's exam room. There weren't any horses currently at Arnas, but it was apparent that when there were, they were well cared for.
He cleared the room and stepped back in the hall. He spotted Nick emerging from a room down a side corridor. They acknowledged each other silently before moving to their next locations.
Alex passed and cleared six stalls on the left and another four on the right. As he entered the fifth stall on the right, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled forward. He reacted on instinct, going on the offensive, but froze when he saw Yassen, who pinned him to the wall and immediately covered his mouth.
Alex could have fought him off, but some instinct told him Gregorovich wasn't going to hurt him.
"Perhaps one day, Little Alex, I will learn how you manage to always escape me. But perhaps the simple answer is that you are your father's son. Have you considered what I told you about SCORPIA?"
Alex turned his head, removing the man's hand from his mouth. "Why should I trust anything you tell me?"
Gregorovich studied him for a moment before answering. "You are smart not to trust people. You can only rely on yourself. The only way you will find the truth is to seek it yourself. Just don't take anything Blunt tells you at face value."
"I don't. Answer me one question. How did you escape Air Force One? I saw you bleed out. You were dead."
Gregorovich let him go and took a step back. "Find SCORPIA and I will answer your question." The man pressed a button on a utility belt that Alex hadn't noticed, and rose up to the rafters on a mechanical winch, just as Nick rushed into the stall, weapon drawn.
When Nick took aim at the older man, Alex stopped him, allowing Gregorovich to escape through a skylight.
"Let him go. He's not going to interfere with rescuing the princes. That's not his M.O."
Nick obviously wasn't happy about it, but didn't say anything. "They've taken Horne into custody. We're needed back at base."
Alex nodded and followed the other teen out of the stable.
…
Darcy did another sweep of the main house with her micro drone.
"The Crimson Mongoose is now in the lab with Hope and the Wilhelm clone. Everyone else is still in the same location as before. There are a couple of random guards on the main entrance."
Elle nodded. "Rugby lad will take them out silently before we breach. Blackbird and I will take the front door and take down the Mongoose. Movie man and Bookworm, you're on the Crown Prince and Anderson."
She turned to the other two American agents, Nick and Jeff. "You two go with The Kid and free Prince Wilhelm and the Erikssons. Darcy, keep your little friend on the Crimson Mongoose. Let me know immediately if he goes on the move."
Everyone acknowledged her, and began taking position. Rugby lad climbed high into a tree, securing himself, and assembled his weapon.
The moment he got the signal that everyone was in position, he took aim at the two guards at the front door. After a moment to assess the wind, he squeezed his trigger twice, sending two darts flying to their marks. The two men dropped before either knew something was wrong.
As Kurt and Elle slipped into the building in the lead, Tao and Alex moved the incapacitated guards out of view. They quickly fanned out, with Kurt and Elle cautiously moving towards the lab, which had been set up in what used to be a ballroom on the first floor.
Tao and Isaac stealthily climbed to the second floor. Finally, Alex, Nick, and Jeff slipped down the back stairs that led to the servants' quarters.
…
Simon lay beside Wille, unable to sleep, despite being exhausted. He was too worried about everything, but especially his mom. What would happen to her if something bad happened to Sara and him?
And what about Sara? She was just starting to make friends at Hillerska. Would she be more withdrawn now? If they got out of this?
And Wille. He knew that things would be complicated between them, but he really liked Wille. He had never felt this way about a boy before. But did Wille feel the same way? He knew the other boy was still confused about his sexuality.
His mind was so occupied that at first he didn't notice the noise coming from the door, so was taken by surprise when the door was pulled off its hinges.
He nearly fell off the cot when Alex and two boys he didn't recognize rushed in. Alex looked him over briefly before turning his attention to Wille.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Wilhelm frowned up at him in confusion. "Who are you?"
"This is Alex," Simon reassured him.
Wille relaxed a little, trusting his judgment.
"Is everyone alright?"Alex asked again. "Any injuries?"
"We're fine," Simon said. "Shaken up a bit, that's all."
The other two boys offered them each bottled water. "We'll wait here until we get the all clear from upstairs," the blonde one said. "I'm Jeff, by the way, and this is Nick."
Simon accepted the water and introduced himself and his sister. "Why is this happening? I know they had a clone of Wille. Is August a clone too?"
Alex shook his head. "No, he's one of the ring leaders. The terrorist needed a place to hide out, Horne needed money, and he has a vendetta against the monarchy." He turned to glance at Wille. "Your cousin is in custody."
"Second cousin," Wille corrected, frowning. "I knew he was a bastard, but Erik and my parents wouldn't believe me."
Simon squeezed his hand. "Who else is involved?"
Alex checked his watch before replying. "A terrorist known as The Crimson Mongoose and some teen scientist who figured out how to turn clones into a bioweapon. Which reminds me, you all will need to be tested and vaccinated when we get out of here. Fortunately we have a teen genius of our own who has created an antidote."
Simon nodded in understanding.
A tiny red light flashed twice from the doorway, but Simon couldn't see where it had come from.
"That's the signal, let's go!" Nick and Jeff helped Sara, who was behind Simon and Wille, as they followed Alex up the stairs. As they reached the main floor, Simon felt Wille tense up next to him. He looked around to see what might have caused it, only to see Crown Prince Erik being carried fireman style down the stairs. He appeared to be unconscious.
"He's okay, just sedated," Tao reported. "He apparently put up a fight."
They ushered the others out of the main house into the waiting vans, before Simon realized someone was missing. "Where's Blaine?"
Isaac smirked. "He stayed behind once we freed him. Said he wanted to watch Kurt kick ass."
…
Kurt slid along the wall silently, with Elle across from him as they approached the lab. She signaled him to stop when they heard voices coming from within. She hedged forward another step, pulling what looked like a tiny puff ball from her pocket, pressed it between thumb and forefinger, which caused it to flash green for half a second, and then, bending low, she tossed it through the open door.
As soon as it was activated, Darcy could see every corner of the room, and relayed the video to Elle and Kurt's phones.
"I have visual confirmation on the Mongoose and the scientist, as well as the clone," she confirmed, as Kurt paid attention to what was being said inside the room.
"I'm sure that pasty-faced Hummel will be searching for our location by now. How much longer on my new toy?" The Crimson Mongoose asked.
The young scientist hesitated a moment before answering as he checked his data. "I've already introduced the counter serum, and the rapid aging has slowed by nearly half. I estimate another ten hours. I will be engaging the educational protocol as soon as maturity is reached. He should be fully functional by morning."
"Good. Make certain you program the protocol to exact specifications. He needs to keep Hummel sidetracked until we and the prisoners are far away from here. Then again, that little twink never had much brains. He'll never be able to tell the difference between Blaine and the clone anyway."
Elle saw the look on Kurt's face, and knew the gauntlet had been thrown down. Before she could stop him, the American agent stepped into the doorway and fired two darts.
"The scientist and the Wilhelm clone are down!" Darcy stated in their ears.
"Put your hands up!" Kurt shouted at the Mongoose.
The taller man merely sneered at him. "Well, would you look at that, Agent Betty White Hummel managed to stumble onto our location sooner than expected! Though I almost didn't recognize you, you're actually wearing boy clothes for a change!"
"I said, hands up, or I will dart you too."
"Ooh, would gay face Hummel actually shoot an unarmed man, even with a dart gun? How unsporting of you!"
"Cut the crap, CW hair," Kurt retorted back. "We both know you're not unarmed! And even if you were, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could kick your ass."
The other man snorted. "You, kick my ass? Don't make me laugh!"
He made a sudden movement, and threw a dagger at Kurt, which he ducked. Before the terrorist could try again, Kurt had rushed across the room, dropping down into a sliding spin kick that dropped The Crimson Mongoose on his back, but he was back on his feet a moment later, as Kurt also rose up. The Mongoose rushed Kurt with another dagger. Kurt was too agile and avoided being stabbed easily.
He was prepared as the Mongoose thrust forward again, and managed to grab the wrist holding the dagger, and twist it, causing the other man to drop the weapon, but the terrorist shoved Kurt back, breaking his grip. He then rushed at Kurt with a series of punches and kicks, all of which Kurt managed to block or dodge.
Kurt attacked back when the masked terrorist attempted a roundhouse kick. He grabbed the foot, pushing it up and causing his opponent to lose his balance and fall awkwardly to the floor. Unfortunately he landed right by the dropped dagger. He snatched it up and jumped up, rushing at Kurt again, slashing out with the weapon and managing to slice the sleeve of Kurt's shirt, but missing the flesh.
Kurt glanced down at the ripped material. "This," he said, moving aggressively towards the terrorist. "Was," he used a spinning kick to knock the knife out of the other man's hand. "My," he landed a punch to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out the other man. "Favorite," another punch landed to the abdomen. "Fighting," He swept the man's legs out from under him. "Shirt!" He grabbed the Mongoose's wrist and flipped him over, one foot planted firmly in his back.
"Damn, honey, that was so hot!" Blaine said, and Kurt glanced up to see him leaning against the door frame.
"Thanks sweetie. Can I borrow your bow tie? I seem to have lost my handcuffs."
Elle just rolled her eyes. "Get a room, you two!" She moved forward and used her own handcuffs on the terrorist. "Let's see who is under the mask."
She yanked the mask off, and Blaine seemed surprised, although Kurt had a knowing smile. "Sebastian Smythe?" Blaine said.
"You know him?" Elle asked.
Kurt shrugged. "I've had my suspicions for a while now. Two years ago, Sebastian's father went to prison for embezzling nearly a billion dollars, but no trace of the money was ever found. At the same time, the meerkat here went missing, and evidence was found that made it appear that his father had killed him and disposed of the body in an attempt to collect the life insurance policy. I'm guessing CW hair framed his father for both crimes and did a disappearing act."
Blaine looked at him in confusion. "You knew it was him?"
Kurt smiled at him. "Blaine, dear, you've always been just a little oblivious. Don't you remember how Sebastian was constantly flirting with you when he first came to Dalton? And how the Crimson Mongoose had a fixation on you as well?"
"Wait," Elle said, even more confused than Blaine. "He went to Dalton? He was a recruit?"
"Yes," Kurt nodded. "At the time I thought it was unusual, as he was already seventeen when he was brought in, although he was kicked out soon after arriving at the Academy after failing a psych eval. It was determined that he was an egomaniac and suffered from delusions of grandeur. Three months later he disappeared and his father was arrested. A month later was when rumors about The Crimson Mongoose began circulating."
"You mean all this was just a revenge plot for being kicked out of the agency?" Ell asked.
"No!" Sebastian growled. "It was all to prove to Blaine that I'm the one he should be with! I'm smarter, and richer, and way hotter than that twink!" He indicated Kurt with his head. "If you'd just given in and let me show you what a real man is like, you'd be begging me for more!"
"Yeah, no," Blaine said, shaking his head. "You just don't get it, do you? Kurt is much more intelligent than you, he figured out who you were before anyone else. And Kurt may not be as wealthy as you, but his father is the Speaker of the House! He's not hurting for money at all, and is very generous with his friends and those he loves. And as I already pointed out, it was so Hot watching him kick your ass!"
"But Blaine!" Sebastian spluttered.
"Please just get him out of here," Kurt said, and Elle pulled the terrorist off the floor and dragged him away, muttering that she'd send someone else to pick up the unconscious scientist and the clone.
Kurt wasn't paying attention. Once they were alone in the room, Kurt had Blaine pinned to the wall, and was kissing him roughly, still worked up after the fight with Sebastian.
"I can't wait to get back to the hotel and rip your clothes off," he growled into Blaine's ear.
"Mmm, me either."
"Uh, guys?" Darcy's voice cut through Kurt's earpiece. "You do know the puff-cam is still active, right?"
…
Wille stood behind and to the right of his brother, as his parents stood just to Erik's left as the Crown Prince faced the cameras and read the prepared statement.
"It is true that my vehicle was involved in a single car accident yesterday morning, however, as you can see, I was not the one driving it at the time. The person at the wheel was a mentally unstable young man who bore a strong resemblance to me, who had convinced himself that he was me. An investigation is underway as to how he managed to breach palace security and steal my vehicle…
Wille tuned out the rest of the speech, just grateful that his brother was alive and unharmed. He was also very grateful that Simon and his sister were safe as well, but was nervous about what would happen between him and Simon when he returned to school tomorrow. They had parted a bit awkwardly after they'd been examined and inoculated by the agency doctor. They had barely had time for a distracted 'see you at school," before Wille had been whisked away to the palace.
Now that they were freed from their abductors, would Simon change his mind about Wille? Should Wille just keep his distance from the other boy, for his own protection, in case someone else targets him because he was a prince?
He could feel an anxiety attack coming on, and fought it off as best as he could as Erik finished his speech, and the family slipped back inside the residence.
…
Nick grinned as Charlie rubbed his arm with an alcohol swab, and injected him with the vaccine for the clone virus. "So, have you made a decision yet?"
Charlie shrugged. "It is a generous offer. A full scholarship to any university in the world? How could I turn that down? Besides, I think I am ready for a change in my life, now that I know Ben can't harm anyone else, and can't weaponize anymore of my research projects. But…"
He hesitated, and Nick wondered what was going through his mind. "But?" he prompted.
The younger boy was blushing, and wouldn't look at him. "It's nothing, wishful thinking, probably."
Nick frowned and stood up, taking Charlie by the shoulders to turn him to face him. "What is it?"
Charlie shook his head. "It's just stupid. Just a stupid crush, but I know you're straight and that there's no way you like me like that. I know, I'm pathetic. I should just go." he started to walk away, but Nick just grabbed his arm and pulled him back, his face was stunned.
"Who said I was straight?" he asked.
Charlie frowned. "Well, you're Rugby King Nick Nelson. You're the straightest guy at Truham!"
Nick gaped at him. "You do know that athletic people can be gay too, right?"
Now Charlie's frown was one of confusion. "You're gay?"
"Well technically I'm bisexual," he clarified. "Charlie, the agency is literally called Gay as F! Didn't that clue you in?"
"But…"
Nick smiled at him. "I've actually had a bit of a crush on you for about a year now," he admitted. "I was kind of hoping maybe you felt the same about me."
Charlie still couldn't believe it. "Well, yes, obviously!"
Nick smiled again, and moved a step closer to him. "I want to kiss you so bad right now."
Charlie had to swallow the lump in his throat. "Okay," he breathed, a moment before their lips met.
…
Elle shook Alex's hand. "Thank you again for all your help. Are you certain we can't convince you to stay on?"
He shook his head. "I can't, not until I find out the truth about my family's death."
She nodded. "Well, take this with you," she said, handing him a key fob with a thumb drive attached to it.
"What is it?" he asked as he accepted it.
"Call it an insurance policy. Your friend, Kyra and our computer specialist Trent worked on it together. Should MI6 come searching for you, simply plug this into any computer with a wifi connection, and type in the pass code Kyra will be sending you."
"And what will that do?"
Elle just gave him a wicked grin. "Let's just say Alan Blunt will regret every bad decision he ever made." Alex arched an eyebrow inquisitively.
…
Kurt smiled and hugged Santana when she walked into the UK headquarters that afternoon.
"You look a lot better than you did the last time I saw you! How are you feeling?"
She smiled. She still looked a bit pale and thinner than normal, but no longer like death warmed over. "I'll be fine. The doctor prescribed sleep and a few more hearty meals. I'm just happy you caught that bastard! I would have killed to see you kick his slimy meerkat ass."
Blaine grinned. "It was awesome! Kurt had been holding back until Sebastian slit his shirt! Worst mistake of his life, cause that just pissed Kurt off even more!"
Santana shook her head. "Never bring a blade to a Hummel fight."
Kurt just rolled his eyes.
"You should have watched the sparring match Kurt had with that Alex guy!" Blaine went on. "That was the closest I've ever seen to someone actually beating Kurt. If we hadn't been interrupted, I don't know who would have won, they were so evenly matched!"
Santana looked at Kurt in surprise. "Someone actually came close to beating Ninja Kurt Hummel?"
Kurt sighed. "I don't know why you are so shocked. It's not like I've never lost, as you well know. After all, you were the last one to beat me, and only because you cheated."
"What?" Blaine said. "When was this?"
Santana laughed. "Before Hummel was recruited, back in Lima. And I didn't cheat!"
"You most certainly did!" Kurt retorted. "You used your hair to blind me temporarily!"
"How is that cheating?"
"Your hair was longer back then. You wrapped it around my face and nearly strangled me with it!"
Santana rolled her eyes. "And don't you think at some point you might face a female terrorist with long hair who will do the same thing? Consider it a learning experience."
Before Kurt could reply, they were joined by Nick and Jeff, as well as Elle, Tao, Tara, Darcy, Nick and Charlie. "Are you all ready to head back to Ohio?" Jeff asked.
Kurt nodded, and turned to Elle. "You're doing a great job here. Wes will kill me for telling you this, but he plans to appoint you to be his successor. I can't think of anyone better suited to the job!"
Elle smiled. "Not even you?"
"Nah, no fun sitting in an office all day. I'd rather be out here saving the planet."
They laughed at that.
"We'll miss you all," Elle said, hugging each of them. Darcy and Tara also hugged them, as Tao, Nick and Charlie shook their hands. "Don't be strangers, come back and visit again!"
"And don't hesitate to call if you need our help again."
They exchanged goodbyes, and the American agents gathered up their bags and made their way towards the airport. They had just checked in and were making their way through security when Kurt's phone rang.
"Kurt," Wes' voice said, sounding urgent. "There's been a change in plans. I need you and Blaine to travel to Estonia. Beatz had decided to take a quick ski trip after all the drama in Sweden, and now he's gone missing! We've been keeping the news agencies from reporting that the Crown Prince of Denmark may have been abducted, so we need you to find him fast!"
Kurt sighed and turned to Blaine. "A secret agent's work is never done. Let's go!"
The end!