"Welcome to your new work station," said Dylan as he pushed Jamie into a room in a warehouse-like building just outside of London. It was the next afternoon and though she had tried desperately to avoid going anywhere with Dylan he had won out. Jamie looked around the room and saw a bank of computers all hooked up to one another along one wall, and some other monitors along the other walls. There was also a key pad on the inside of the door, and she didn't know the combination.

"What part of "no" don't you understand?" exclaimed Jamie and then she cringed in pain when Dylan grabbed her by the back of the neck.

"The part where you keep on saying it," he spat and then he pushed her away from him, causing her to stumble into one of the chairs in front of the computers. Jamie rubbed the back of her neck and glared at him, but she did not say anything more.

"Jamie, good thing you are finally here!" called her father who had just come in from another room. He was accompanied by another one of Dylan's associates, Ali. "Now we can really get this show on the road! I was so glad when I heard they had taken the bait."

"How are you doing, Jamie?" asked Ali. Jamie answered with a nasty word in Arabic and Ali smiled.

"I think you should wash your daughter's mouth out with soap," he suggested to her father. Her father just shrugged.

"If you were my daughter, I would definitely wash your mouth out with soap. Or maybe something stronger…" Ali seemed very pleased with his sick idea. Jamie's father came over and steered her by the shoulders over to the central computer.

"We need you to pull up the city maps we had you look up at home and the diagrams," he said as he pushed her into the chair.

"Why?" she asked desperately. "What good is this going to do?"

"We're changing the world, Jamie," answered her dad with feverish passion. "We are going to make a world where everyone is perfect!"

"What are you going to do with the maps and diagrams I found for you?" she asked cautiously.

"We are going to make these governments remember that they are not always in control of others. They do not control the people of the world."

"But how?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," supplied Dylan. He had seen that her father was getting too passionate and was going to let something vital slip. "The only way to find out what is going to happen is for you to cooperate and help us."

Jamie bit her lip. She wanted to find out what was going on so that she could stop something horrible from happening, but the only way to find that out would be to help create what she wanted to stop. She really hated being in this type of position. She could refuse to help, but then Dylan would just find someone else to do what he wanted and she did not want to find out what would happen to her if she refused to do what he wanted. If only there were other people in the world who could help her. She fingered the necklace in her pocket. Even though MI6 had said that they wanted to help and protect her, she still did not completely trust them. She wasn't sure she wanted them to know what her family was planning yet. She wasn't sure that they would help her if they did know and then they would just throw her into prison without asking for her side of the story as well. This was what Dylan had always told her would happen if she told any authority figure what was going on inside her family and their business.

Jamie slowly turned and faced the computer screen and logged into her account. Dylan smiled and her father rubbed her shoulder, encouraging her to keep helping them. Dylan knew he had won against her again and she would not back down from what he would ask. She was trapped in the jobs that he would give her. He had made sure that there was no one else for her to turn to outside of the group that she had been raised in. He watched as she slowly typed in the codes and information required to gain access to the information they were requesting. Soon everything would be ready for their grand plan to be executed. Now he just had to find a way to make sure that they were not interrupted by the nosey teenage spy, Alex Rider.

Dylan was sure that something had happened while Jamie had been separated from her mother at the MI6 headquarters, unfortunately Jamie was a very good actress. Dylan sometimes cursed himself for teaching her so well because now she could use it against him all too easily. She had progressed in her training more quickly than he could have believed, especially because she was a girl. He had never had a high esteem for women, but now he had to force himself to take a second look at Jamie. She was the best computer programmer they had in his cell, but there were others who would be able to do what he was asking. Dylan wanted Jamie doing this job. He wanted to see whether she would be loyal to his cause and follow directions because she had been becoming very stubborn lately and he was worried that she might actually turn against him and go to the police, or in this case, MI6. He really did not want the Special Operations breathing down his neck, but he needed to have the inside information that could only be gotten that way. Dylan just hoped that Jamie would stay subservient for the rest of this task and then he would decide what to do with her.

"They're up," announced Jamie gloomily and Dylan turned to survey the screen. All of the information that he had asked her to find while they had been in the states. He pushed her chair out of the way so that he could start going through the pages and pull up the information that he needed right away. Luckily, he did not notice Jamie sneaking looks at what he was pulling up on the screen. She saw blueprints of the city's water and air supply systems and then Dylan managed to block her view by shifting. Jamie thought she caught a glimpse of the drawings for a bomb but she could not be sure. She was slowly realizing that she may have to go to MI6 and give them some of the information so that they could stop whatever was going on, even if it meant that she would get into trouble too. Suddenly Dylan turned to her.

"Put this into your laptop's hard drive so that I can go over it when we get back to the hotel," he ordered. When she pulled out a flash drive from her bag he stopped her. "What are you doing?"

"This is the easiest way to get the information from this computer to my computer," she said with forced patience. "If I don't use the flash drive then I have to send it through email and that would make the information easier to access." Dylan nodded and let her plug in the flash drive and download the information. Jamie couldn't believe that he had forgotten that she already had all of this information on her laptop. Jamie now had a way to get the information to MI6. The question was whether or not she would have the guts to actually give it to them before it was too late.