(Jenny's POV)

I land in an alleyway that is near the back entrance of the Bank of England Museum. Upon landing, the airplane wings and the engine conceal themselves back into the backpack. I quietly creep along the walls of the building where I peak my head out of the corner to see four officers of the MI9 SWAT team, looking a bit bored.

"This should be easy," I whisper to myself.

Stepping out of sight, I flip open the lid of my wristwatch communicator.

"Activate cloaking device," I say into the communicator.

And with that command, the communicator generates an invisible barrier that surrounds me. I step out of the alleyway and make my way to the back entrance where the SWAT officers are guarding. Wanting to know if this invisible barrier is working, I walk up to one of the officers and I start making silly faces at him. He doesn't take any notice. I go to the next officer and I stick my tongue out at him. Nothing. Smirking, I continue to make more silly faces, than sticking my middle fingers at them before finishing off by flicking the v's at them. Satisfied, I step through the entrance and make my way down the corridor. I find another door at the end of the corridor that leads down a short corridor to the Rotunda. The entrance is taped off. But I duck under the tape and I find myself in the Rotunda. Upon entry, I notice that no one is around. No MI9 agents have arrived yet, so I've only got a few minutes. I turn my attention to the pyramid-shaped glass case, now smashed to pieces, where the gold bars were. I deactivate the invisible barrier and make my way to the case, jumping over the iron guardrails.

I examine the broken case to see if the robber left any clues behind. Nothing. I walk around the case, where I notice there's a torn piece of terrycloth with a badge attached to it lying among the shards of glass on the floor. Crouching by the badge, being extra careful not to cut myself on the glass, I see that the badge has a profile of a white skull with one red eye. It's a SKUL badge. Of course they would be behind this. I use the projector slot on the face of the communicator to read the badge and terrycloth. Maybe Zeke can find out who this badge belongs to.

"Well, it looks like I'm about done here," I say, standing up.

"My thoughts exactly."

A freeze on the spot but not in fear, but surprised. I recognise this voice. He managed to sneak up on me. Very subtle.

"Turn around. Hands behind your head."

I place my hands on the back of my head and I slowly turn around to face…

"Chief Agent Stark," I say. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise?"

"So… we meet again, Cat." Stark smirks. He's standing behind the guardrails, with two MI9 SWAT officers behind him blocking the entrance to the next room. "And this time, I've caught you in the act."

"Actually, you caught me scanning items. Not stealing valuable artefacts and possessions like our 'flash' robber did."

"I mean… after all these years of seeing you flee the scene, making fools out of the police and MI9, and making those stupid jokey comments and drawings that you do, I've finally caught up with you. And I'm gonna take great pleasure in cuffing you up and throwing you in jail, where you belong."

"Wow. Well, Stark, I always thought that MI9 would never catch up to me, but I guess I was proven wrong. All I can say is congratulations, Stark. You've finally caught me."

Stark smirks triumphantly. "Any last words before I cuff you?"

"Only this. Think fast!" I throw two Slo-Mo Bombs that I had hidden in my hair at the pillars that the two SWAT officers were standing by. A forceful jet of white smoke surrounds the officers. As they s-l-o-w-l-y reach for their guns, Stark turns his attentions to me. But before he can react, I headbutt him on the nose.

"Argh, my nose!" Stark cries, staggering back and holding his nostrils to stop the blood. "You broke my nose!"

I hear heavy footsteps coming from the fire exit behind me. I turn to see that the four SWAT officers that were guarding the back entrance blocking the entrance that I came through, their guns pointing at me.

"Don't just stand there, shoot her!" Stark barks, still holding his nose.

I quickly open the communicator. "Activate cloaking device."

My body becomes invisible before they have the chance to fire at me. The officers, bewildered, begin to fan out and search the room. Quietly as I can be, I jump over the guardrails and make my way to the fire exit. But before I leave these douchebags in the lurch, I set a tripwire across the door frame. I reach for the canister on my utility belt and scatter several Slo-Mo Bombs on the floor of the small corridor. Deactivating the cloaking device, I stand by the other side of the corridor and whistle at the officers.

"Yoo-hoo! Boys!" I call.

The four officers see me. I blow a kiss and wink at them. The first two officers come through the door, but trip on the tripwire, knocking them out. The other two officers jump over the knocked out officers, but unknowingly step on the Slo-Mo Bombs, causing them to slow down.

"Well, I've enjoyed this little game we had going on, but I've got things to do, criminals to catch. Later, losers!" I say, sticking my middle fingers up at them and making my exit.

Upon exiting, I activate my jetpack backpack and take off, leaving behind the Bank of England Museum. After a few minutes of flying, I land on the roof of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, where I had to catch my breath. My heart still banging away like crazy from all the excitement. As I sit on the concrete roof, leaning against the stone wall, I can't help but laugh. Laughing at those SWAT officers that are in slow motion and laughing even louder at Stark whining, crying and blowing his top off that a) he has a broken nose from the headbutt and b) that I got away again. As much as my forehead hurts, it's worth headbutting Stark. He's a smug little shit anyway.

I hear a beep on my communicator and see that Zeke is calling me. I answer.

"Hey, Zeke," I say, calming down from the laughing.

"Hi, Jen," he says. "What happened to your forehead? It's all blue and purple."

"Oh, Stark was being smug, so I headbutted him." I sigh. "Anyhoo, did you get anything from the terrycloth?"

"Yeah. The terrycloth came from a wrist sweatband belonging to this person."

A profile with photo shows up on the screen. The photo is a woman in her mid-thirties with short brown hair and green eyes. I know exactly who that woman is.

"Oh, my God! That's Danni Dashiell," I say.

"Who?" Zeke asks.

"Danni 'The Dash' Dashiell was a former Olympian track sprinter and one of the fastest Europeans in the history of athletics. At least, that what we all thought she was. Ten years ago, she was given a life ban for taking banned substances. She was stripped of her medals and her prizes were taken away. She disappeared out of the limelight and no one has seen or heard from her since. Until now."

"Working for SKUL, stealing money, precious artefacts and diamonds…"

"Hang on. Diamonds?"

"Yeah. About eight minutes ago, jewellery stores in the West End were emptied out by Dashiell."

"Crap. If it wasn't for Stark, I could've stopped her."

"How? You're in Bank and she's in the West End. There's no way you could have flown there in time to stop her."

"We need to find out what her next target will be. It has to be something where it's more valuable than diamonds and gold bars. Something that attracts everyone. Something like…"

"The Crown Jewels?"

"Of course. The Tower of London. I'm on it!"

"Be careful, Jen. Remember, she's got the speed."

"Yeah? Well, I've got the reflexes."

I hang up and close the communicator. Standing up, I take off once again and make my way to the Tower of London.

(Frank's POV)

As I continue to daydream about Jenny, I hear Rose sigh in frustration. Leaving the lab, I go to Rose, who is still sitting by the computers.

"I've been trying to slow the footage to see the robber's face for the last half hour, but they're just too fast," she says.

"I'm sure Carrie and Oscar will find something at the museum that'll tell us who this person is," I say, sitting next to Rose. "Why don't you take a break, Rose? You've been sitting in front of the screen for far too long and it can't be good for your eyes."

"OK." Rose stands up and stretches, then goes to the lab to get herself a snack from the mini fridge. "Frank?"

"Hm?"

"What's this?"

I turn on my swivel chair to see Rose holding the sheet of paper that contains the scribbles of me and Jenny. My eyes widen.

"I – gah – w – um –" I stammer. I feel my face flooding scarlet.

"Isn't Jenny Mrs King's niece?" she asks.

"N-no, she's not! She's… she's, um…" I sigh in defeat. "OK. Yes, Jenny is Mrs King's niece."

"And you like her?"

"It's just a small crush."

"Frank, you've drawn a doodle of you and her kissing." She points to the bottom right corner of the paper.

I move my chair to Rose and snatch the paper from her hands, crumbling it up. "Yeah, well, it's not like I'll be getting together with her anytime soon. I don't think Mrs King will appreciate her niece going out with the school caretaker."

"That's just it, Frank. Mrs King is Jenny's aunt, not her mum. Besides, I'm sure Jenny has a soft spot for you as well."

I smile in assurance. Rose is right. Jenny may have a soft spot for me. She wanted to spend the rest of the day with me before I was called away to this. I uncrumble the paper and look at the doodle of me and Jenny kissing. I go into a private dream where it's just me and Jenny walking hand in hand at the beach. I pull her close and kiss those soft, plump lips…

I must be mad. I've only just met her and already I'm thinking about what it'll like to kiss her. Her neck, her ears, her mouth…

I jump when I hear Oscar's voice booms on the radio. "Guys, something weird has happened at the museum."

I move my chair to the computers and grab the microphone. "What do mean 'weird'?"

"Carrie and I are in the Rotunda area of the museum and it seems the SWAT officers are being a bit slow."

"How slow?"

"Slow as in if I would spray the Aero-Slo at them slow. It looks like someone has been here before us."

"The Cat," says Rose. "She's investigating this case, too."

I hear someone crying in the background. "Oscar, who is that?"

"Chief Agent Stark," I hear Carrie say on the radio. "As well as using a gadget to slow down the SWAT officers, the Cat headbutted Stark and broke his nose. There's blood everywhere. It's like something from a horror movie."

"Stark and the SWAT officers must have apprehended her, but she headbutted Stark and slowed the officers down," says Rose.

"She was looking for clues on who robbed the museum. And now she knows," I say.

"And now so do we," says Oscar. "I've used the Spy-Pod to scan a piece of terrycloth that probably came from a sweatband. The robber's name is Danni Dashiell."

"I've heard of her," says Carrie. "She was former Olympic track sprinter who was stripped of her medals because she was tested positive for taking banned substances. No one has seen or heard from her."

"Now she works for SKUL I found their badge that came with the terrycloth."

"How did a former Olympic athlete come across SKUL? Stealing priceless collections of banknotes, coins and gold bars?"

"Now she's stolen diamonds." I turn to the screen that Rose was looking at. It was a jewellery shop with all the staff looking completely baffled. "All the diamonds from every jewellery store in the West End have been cleared out by Dashiell."

"We need to figure out where Dashiell will be going next," says Oscar.

"It'll have to be somewhere challenging," says Carrie. "And a place that everyone knows."

"The Tower of London," Rose and I say in unison.

"She'll be after the Crown Jewels," says Rose.

"We better get to the Tower, then," says Oscar, switching off.

"I'm gonna join them," says Rose.

"I'll try and find out where Dashiell could have hidden the valuables. Some of the jewels might have a tracking device on them," I suggest.

Nodding her head, Rose runs for the elevator and leaves HQ, while I start tapping away on the computer. As I type, I can't help but wonder what Jenny is up to now.