Grant's POV

I haven't been in this place in a long time. I looked at the shattered tombs; most of it still there, part of it falling apart. And I'm wondering what the Circle wants that they had to take me all the way to Maine to get it. To take me all the way back to Blackthorne. I got the guts to ask "What are we looking for?"

"We're looking for Joe Solomon's journal." Michael answered. He's been with the Circle for two years ever since he was recruited from Blackthorne.

"Why are we looking for that?" While Michael tells me why we are looking for it, through my comm. Unit Joe explains why we are looking for the journal here in Blackthorne.

"Last year when the Circle of Cavan was looking for me they had taken me to Blackthorne Institute. To find the journal and hope I would tell them. Cameron had already found Mathew's journal and Zachary was looking for mine. After they both found I told him to stay with it for safe keeping. But he thought it would be a better idea to put the journal back where he found it. But we were both wrong about that"

"But why keep the journal at Blackthorne?" I asked him.

Apparently Michael thought I was talking to him because he answered. "I don't know ask Joseph Solomon!"

Funny he should say so. "Good spies don't hide things in the same place where other found it. But better spies know better than to look in the same place twice." Then he asks without waiting for an answer. "Zach and I decide to test that. But apparently we were both wrong."

I asked Michael "What's so important about the journal?"

Minutes passed when we got closer to the journal's hidden whereabouts. Or at least where the team thought it was? That's when he decided to answer. "He wrote classified information that could take us down for good."

The team split up taking different paths. I walked to slim opening in the broken pieces of wall. I found inside a book painted gray to match the stone. When I opened it the only thing I could think was 'Damn' because I located Joe's famous, most wanted journal. How do tell him I found it?

"Mike. Do you regret joining the Circle of Cavan?"

He peered over his shoulder cautiously before he answered. "Every day. Why?"

"Help me take them down." I say waving around the journal around like a key. Slightly hoping I trust the right person even though I went to school with him for years.

"Hell yeah let's go." Judging by the confused expression he knew I was confused. "There are others who want to get out of this hell bound place."

We worked our way out of the tombs. I hid the journal under my shirt. Then we went inside Blackthorne, the building. The place had high security thanks to the Circle. Still, we were able to get to the old laboratory. And four people exactly were standing guard. I knew them but not their names.

"Psst," I hissed. "Mike told me you wanted out of this place I can help."

"What do we got to do?" demanded the blonde sitting on the counter.

"Fight and run or slip away" I offer. "Either way there's back up" "We fight, since Ms. Goode isn't here she won't find out. Leave no one behind" She winked chicly and spoke into 'hidden' my comm. Unit. "Bring back up now."

I'm fairly sure Jezebel and Joe had been following me the whole time or they right behind the door I came in through. And they brought my back up. I gave out the orders "Jezebel, take these out. Mike, Joe you're with me."

"I am going too. There's no way you'll make it out unnoticed." Said the brunette who was playing with a pocketknife. "What are you doing again?"

"Improvise." But seriously I don't know what's supposed to happen. Maybe MI6 has this secret attack I don't know about. But really I don't know.

30 minutes later

It is exactly what I thought. It was a secret attack. It became obvious when senior operatives arrested and took down several of the Circle of Cavan backsliders. There were only four dozens, two dozen searching for the journal the other two dozen were look out. Joe and Mike went ahead to the seniors and ordered us to go around the institute. Half way around we ran into regretted group of people. Six people to be exact.

"Lookee here, you're on the wrong side." Said one of them. "What's going on Mel?"

"We think that the journal is on this side of the building, Kort." Said Mel, the brunette that was accompanying me, who was still toying with pocketknife.

"Everybody double checked its not there." Kort stepped forward. I stood there watching them.

"Okay it's true, its not there but still you're in my way" She said; that was right her knife sliced through the air. R.I.P. Kort.

'Let's not leave witnesses.' I thought to them. Then I tackled them down and smashed three heads together with the butt of the gun. Mel took care of the r Then I heard voices coming from inside the classrooms and footsteps running. I knew we had to get out of here fast that's when I remembered that Blackthorne has self-destruct security. Located on an outside wall

"We got to move." I ordered.

"You're telling me? Let move." I just ignored that and rushed outside. I pushed the stones that constructed the wall until one of them revealed the padlock. Jonas told where it was, code and everything; it was now a matter of memory… Upper right corner next to the door. Mel beat me to it.

"3-9-6-4-2-5-2-6-7-5-8-2-0" I punched the code and called into my comm. Unit "Get out of Blackthorne."

"We're already out we're just waiting for you." Jezebel hurried. To prove her point the van speed out.

I jumped into the van not bothering to count everybody because in exactly three seconds Blackthorne Institute for Boys will be all covered in ashes and gone forever. And it would all be because of me.

It took a long time because I have been suffering writers block and school started so… Still I'm sorry that my chapters have been confusing lately. R&R