Alex pulled out his tube of zit cream. Trying eat out the whole door would take to long… Alex squeezed a line about three inches in the middle of the door. Once the zit cream had eaten through the steel, Alex took out his iPod and pulled out the earphones. He jammed the MP3 player into the slot and ran. Daisuke, utterly confused, followed him. He and Alex ducked around the corner. The iPod exploded, shaking the floor and sending shards of twisted steel everywhere. Alex and Daisuke ran back to the room. Two girls lay still on the floor of the cell. One girl lay face down not far from where the door had once been. Sabina had been too close to the door when it exploded. Camryn, on the other hand, was in the far corner, relatively safe from the explosion. Relief spread over her face when she saw Alex.

Alex ran to her and took the metal case from his pocket. He opened it and grabbed one of the three syringes that lay inside. He jabbed the needle into Camryn's thigh and injected the red liquid. Across the room, Sabina sat up. Alex drew his gun and walked over to her.

"I can't believe you did this, Sabina," Alex said with disgust.

"What happened, Alex? You used to love me."

"No, you're wrong. I was interested. I liked you, but I never loved you." Alex raised his gun and pressed it to Sabina's forehead.

"Alex, don't, please," Sabina, begged.

"You tried to kill Camryn. Now I'm going to try to kill you. The only difference is that I'll be successful."

"You said you'd only kill me if Camryn died," Sabina cried. Tears streamed down her face which Alex had once thought was beautiful. For a split second, he felt sorry for her. He saw Camryn trying to stand up out of the corner of his eye, and the pity vanished.

"There's no point, Sabina," Alex said emotionlessly. "Don't bother begging for your life. I lied."

Alex pulled the trigger.

"I don't care what she did!" Mr. Blunt yelled furiously. "You shot her at point blank! That's against protocol!"

"I don't give a damn about protocol!" Alex shouted back.

"You're going to be arrested for violation of-"

"Then do something about it!"

Mr. Blunt took in a deep breath to calm himself. "Alex, I really don't want to hand you over but-"

"Shut up! You don't care about me at all! You just want me to do your dirty work!"

"That's not true!"

"Then fix it! If you want me to work for you, then cover it up! If you don't want me to go to prison, then cover up the incident."

"It's not that easy," Mr. Blunt argued with frustration. "It's obvious from the autopsy that she was shot at point blank. You were the only person in the room with a gun."

"Then make something up!" Alex screamed. "You're good at that!"

"What makes you think I'm good at inventing situations?"

"Because that's how you get me to work for you! You make up shit and manipulate me!"

"Now, Alex-"

"I'm finished! Make something up to fix this, or you'll never see me again! Do you understand me?!"

Mr. Blunt didn't have time to argue or answer. Alex immediately stormed out of the office. Blinded by his rage, he didn't pay attention to where he was going and ran head-on into Camryn. Camryn let out a squeal of shock and fell backward onto the floor.

"Geez, Alex!" Camryn cried. "Trying to turn me into a pancake, are you?"

"Sorry." Alex gripped Camryn's hand and pulled her to her feet.

"It sounded like you had a pleasant meeting with Mr. Blunt."

"You heard me?"

Camryn chuckled and put her arms around Alex's neck. "It was hard not to."

Alex held Camryn close to him and breathed in her sweet cotton candy scent that reminded him of happiness. "I just want to get out of here."

The two teens left the MI6 headquarters and began walking.

"So, where do you want to go?" Camryn asked.

"Anywhere."

"How about London Square? We can go see a movie."

"Sounds good." Alex flagged a cab. He and Camryn climbed in and ordered the driver to London Square. Alex sat back and watched the streets of London go by but really didn't pay much attention until Camryn spoke up.

"Um, sir, isn't this the wrong way?" she asked the driver.

"Relax, I know a shortcut," the driver said in a blank, bored voice. He had a thick Russian accent.

This caught Alex's attention. The man wore dark shades so his eyes couldn't be seen. Alex looked back out the window and watched where the cab was going. This was definitely not the way most people would drive to London Square. Alex decided to wait for things to play out a bit before acting. A little while later, Alex was sure that they had passed clear by London Square.

"What kind of shortcut is this?" Alex demanded. "We just drove clear by the place."

"Relax," the Russian cab driver muttered.

Alex quickly took off his belt and whipped it around the driver's neck. He yanked back hard on the belt. The driver gagged and began losing control of the car. Alex pulled harder on the belt and tied it around the headrest of the driver's seat. The car slammed into a lamppost at the side of the street. The lamppost broke and crashed down on top of the car. The driver was still struggling against the belt around his throat. Alex tried to open the door, but it had been locked from the outside. Camryn tried her door, but it too was locked. Alex rolled down the window and crawled out. Once he was out on the sidewalk, he helped Camryn out of the car window. By then, the driver had managed to loosen the belt a little bit. He reached under the dashboard and produced a gun. Alex pulled Camryn down behind the cab, out of range of the shower of bullets. He looked around for a place to run and take cover. The crashed cab had created a bit of traffic.

"We're going to run across," Alex said to Camryn. "We'll use the cars as cover."

"That's suicide!" Camryn cried.

"I know, but it's our only option. On my call…" Alex waited until the right window of opportunity opened. "Go!"

Alex and Camryn ran across the six-lane road, ducking behind cars to escape being shot. Once they reached the other side of the street, they ran around the corner and raced into the busy crowds on the sidewalks. Finally, they were a good distance away and slowed to a walk. Alex snuck into an alley out of sight, pulling Camryn with him.

"I think we'll be safe for a bit," Alex said. "We need to call someone."

Camryn took out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Mom? Can you triangulate my position from this call? Alex and I ran into some trouble, and we need help…okay, thanks."

Camryn looked up. "Alex! Look out!"

Alex spun around just in time to feel something hard hit the side of his head. Pain and little lights exploded in his head. The Russian cab driver stood over him. Alex's vision blurred for a few moments, then came back just in time to see the man's head snap sideways. He lost his balance and stumbled. Alex took the opportunity to scramble to his feet. When he stood up, lights exploded in his eyes again. Camryn was holding the handle of a broomstick and striking the man in strategic places. Even in this time of danger and crisis, Alex still saw incomparable beauty in his girlfriend. Her moves were graceful, and her attacks were precise. Finally, Camryn brought the broomstick down hard on the man's shoulder right next to his neck. The strike forced him to the ground. Alex's vision came back. He grabbed Camryn's hand and ran. Camryn took out her phone again.

"Mom, you'll have to track the GPS signal. We're on the run," she said.

Suddenly, Alex and Camryn were pulled into another alley. Alex was thrown to the ground and kicked.

"Alex!" he heard Camryn cry. He couldn't move. He was dazed and in pain. He could hear Camryn struggling. At last, Alex sat up. Their assailant was wearing a facemask that only revealed his eyes. He was a much more experienced martial artist than Camryn was. He easily pinned her against the wall by her throat. Alex stumbled to his feet and tackled the man. Suddenly, something cold and sharp pierced deep into his side. The man shoved Alex off and grabbed Camryn's arm. The world around Alex began to fade.

"Alex! Alex!" Camryn screamed. "Al-"

Her screaming suddenly ceased. Blurred as his vision was, Alex could see the man throw the unconscious Camryn over his shoulder and begin running. Alex shoved the pain aside and clumsily got to his feet. He stumbled out into the street after the man. He didn't get very far before he fell in the middle of the street. Tires screeched and horns blared. Angry voices shouted frightened voices screamed. The sky, the people, the cars, the buildings – everything blurred in Alex's mind. The world began spiraling as Alex fell into vertigo. Soon, everything was black.

Here we go again, Alex thought.

So, what do you guys think?