Kyle quickly climbed up and up the frosty wall to try and find Dr. Meen's laboratory. He was practically trying to run up the wall as the bitter winds bit at his cheeks. His laden backpack was weighing him down and all he could do about it was...well...nothing really. His hand struck ice and the place where it had caught on it was a red blur. It was a shame really because even though Kyle was the top student in L.A.S.T (Learning Academy for Spy Training) he had a terrible weakness. Blood. He slowly retracted his hand from the glacial ice and wiped it on his jeans. Ah well, he could deal with it later. Trying to avoid the ice which still had his blood on it, glistening like a red monument in the cold November sun, he climbed and climbed for 10 minutes non-stop. He finally reached his destination, a small cove in the Alps just at the top of a 900 metre high mountain. He slowly crept around the door and managed to squeeze through the bars. Thank god that he worked out regularly. Having the body of a developed athlete is good for a 15 year old. He gasped. In front of him was a wall so high, that not even an ant or a fly could get over. This was it. He had climbed 900m just to get outsmarted at the end. He growled. Then he quickly closed his mouth. He heard footsteps approaching. He quickly hid in the shadow of the wall. Then it all happened so quickly. A beep. A kick. A crash. Kyle Watkins, a 15 year old, had just knocked out the most evil man in the world. Dr. Meen. His name said it all. He had been trying to escape with a girl. A girl who Kyle knew from somewhere but didn't remember where. She had been chained to a chair half her size and she had been knocked out with a tranquilizer gun which was sticking out of her neck in a menacing fashion. He quickly untied the girl and checked her pulse. It was beating, thankfully. He grimaced. Dr. Meen was waking up. The 15 year old held his breath. He slowly, cautiously and quietly bent over and lifted up the unfortunate teenager. She looked about the same age as him, and he was stunned by her beauty. Her face looked so peaceful as she lay in his arms. He took off his backpack and searched for his parachute. This stunt would take complete relaxation and concentration. He breathed in. Out. In. Out. He was confident. Strapping the backpack to the girl's shoulders, and trying to put the parachute on himself, he wondered how long it would take him to get down. Some quick calculation and he worked it out. It would take him 10 minutes. But with the girl, it would take him half the time. 5 minutes. Phew! What would he do in the air for 5 whole minutes? He heard Dr. Meen stirring. He didn't have a choice. He would have to risk his life, for another. As he felt a hand, slowly but suddenly, start to grip his shoulders he tensed. And kicked. His leg hit something soft. Meen's stomach. He heard a ghastly crack as Dr. Meen met the wall. Kyle sighed, and jumped.