(Jenny's POV)

It's been six weeks since I joined St Hope's, working part-time as a teacher. I've gotten to know my way around the school as well as calling everybody in Year Ten by their real names. Though, Scoop insists that I continue to call him by his nickname. I've also become real good friends with Frank. I enjoy hanging out with him. I sometimes even help him out with his work and sometimes lunch with him, where we talk about anything and everything, make each other laugh and enjoy the company of one another. It's probably our way of us having a good time. But now, the whole school thinks that Frank and I are dating. We're not. Don't get me wrong, I like Frank. I liked him since day one, but I can't get together with him. Ever since I became the masked crime-fighter that is the Cat four years ago, dating has been off the table. And besides, even if I wasn't the Cat, I'm pretty sure Aunt Hermione is doing everything in her power to stop me and Frank from getting together. If she was head teacher of St Hope's, she would fire Frank right there and then.

Speaking of St Hope's, I really should be paying attention to the film I put on for the class to watch. It's Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet. The class is studying Shakespeare's tragic play this year. But since I can't be arsed to listen to the dullness that is the random voice of a pupil reading out loud to the book, I decided that it'll be better (and much quicker) to watch the film instead. And as it's a double English lesson, it'll be easier to watch the film in one go.

As I watch the final scene where Juliet, played by Claire Danes, shoots herself in the head, a police sergeant with three policemen burst through the door.

"Hey! What the hell? What's going on here?!" I ask, pissed.

"Sorry for the intrusion, miss, but we've come for Timothy Hinklebottom, Homer Apathy and John James McIntyre," says the sergeant.

"Why? What did they do?"

"Vandalism," the sergeant tells me. "Last night at the HSBC bank in Shepherd's Bush Green."

"No way, man!" says Scoop. "We didn't vandalise no bank!"

"We have CCTV footage of you and your friends completely trashing the bank," the sergeant tells Scoop. "Officers."

The three policemen march up to Scoop and his friends, Homie and JJ, bringing them to their feet and cuffing them.

"No fucking way!" I exclaim, standing up.

"Er, what's going on here?"

I turn to the door. It's Aunt Hermione with Mr. Flatley.

"Aunt H, Mr. F, the police are arresting Scoop, Homie and JJ!" I tell them.

"Timothy Hinklebottom, Homer Apathy and John James McIntyre, I'm arresting you for vandalism of a public building. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say will be taken down and may be used in evidence," says the sergeant. "Take 'em away."

The three policemen take Scoop, Homie and JJ out of the classroom, with Aunt Hermione, Mr. Flatley, me and the whole class following behind. Aunt Hermione and Mr. Flatley try to persuade the police that they are making a terrible mistake, but the police are having none of it.

As the police bring the boys out of the school and to their police cars by the gates, I step in front of the gate, blocking their path. "You can't do this! Scoop, Homie and JJ are good kids! They'll never do something like this!"

"Miss, if you don't move out of the way, I will have to arrest you," says the sergeant.

"Jen, please… let the police do their jobs," says Aunt Hermione, taking hold of my arm.

"But…" Aunt Hermione pulls me out the sergeant's way and he and the policemen take Scoop, Homie and JJ to their police cars, then they drive away.

I pull away from Aunt Hermione. "Why did you do that?! Scoop, Homie and JJ are innocent!"

Before Aunt Hermione can say anything, I shake my head at her and run out of the gates. She calls after me but I'm not listening. I run up the road to Royal Crescent Park. I take out my phone and call Zeke.

"Zeke, I need your help!" I exclaim. "Three of my students have been arrested…"

"I know, Jen. I saw it on CCTV," says Zeke. "And they're not the only ones."

"What do you mean?"

"School kids across London have been arrested for turning every HSBC in the city upside down. I'm sending you CCTV footage of one of the banks being trashed to your communicator."

I open my wristwatch communicator and CCTV footage of a HSBC bank appears on the screen. The place is getting a licking by kids between the ages of twelve to sixteen. They were smashing the windows of the bank and throwing eggs at the cashier windows, writing graffiti on the posters and walls, tearing up the leaflets and knocking down the chairs and tables and flinging toilet paper all over the room.

"Oh, my God," I say.

"The same has happened to all the other HSBC banks," says Zeke. "Hmm. I'm looking at the footage from all the banks and it seems that they were all trashed at exactly the same time – ten past eleven."

"Zeke, did all these banks being trashed have a kid wearing headphones?" I ask.

There's a tiny pause. "Yes. Yes, they are. You don't think…?"

"Someone is hypnotising these kids into ripping apart HSBC banks across the city. I need to see Scoop and the others to find out who they were listening to before and during the attacks."

"Are you crazy?! Those kids are being held in a police station. Or have you forgotten who you have been pissing off for four years?"

"Oh, ye of little faith, Ezekiel." I press the blue button on my communicator and I change into a black suit with a crisp, white shirt. My hair is slick back into a ponytail and I have on black sunglasses. I look like Will Smith in Men in Black, except I have boobs. "Agent Brown – MI9."

"Nice," says Zeke.

"Right, I'm gonna head over to the police station and interview Scoop."

"Two things, Jen. One, be careful and two… never, ever call me by my full name."

"Whatever. Laters." I hang up and leave the park. I hail a taxi and tell the driver to take me to Shepherd's Bush Police Station.

(Frank's POV)

I see the CCTV footage of Scoop and his friend being taken away by the police from HQ. I turn off the middle computer screen and stand up, wondering who could try and set up Scoop, his friends and the other kids across the city.

SWOOSH!

The elevator doors open and Rose, Carrie and Oscar enter HQ, and they are not looking pleased.

"Frank, what's going on here?" Carrie asks. "Scoop, Homie and JJ have being arrested for vandalism."

"As dumb as Scoop and his friends are, they're not that stupid in pulling a stunt like this," says Oscar.

"Scoop and his friends weren't the only ones arrested for vandalism," I say.

"What do you mean, Frank?" Rose asks.

"Kids all over London have been arrested for vandalism of HSBC." I turn all three computer screens. "These are CCTV footage of three different HSBC banks over London being vandalised."

"But why are they only attacking HSBC?" Oscar asks.

"And why are they all wearing headphones?" Carrie asks.

"They look like they're being hypnotised," says Rose. "Question is who is hypnotising Scoop and the others and why does this want to destroy HSBC?"

"That's what you need to find out," I say. "MI9 has brought in one of the kids involved in the riot to St Hope's. Your job is to interview him about what he was doing before the riot. You'll be interviewing him in the school's assembly hall."

"And what will you be doing, Frank?" Carrie asks.

My mobile rings. I pull out my phone and see Mrs King's name flash on the screen. "I will be answering Mrs King's beck and call. You three go on ahead, I'll catch up."

Oscar, Rose and Carrie leave HQ. Sighing in exasperation, I answer my phone.

"Mrs K, what can I do for you?" I ask in my cheeriest of tones.

"Hi, Frank…" she says. "I was wondering if you could… give Jenny a call."

"Jenny?!" My heart skips a beat. "W-why?"

"Let's just say that I'm not her favourite person to talk to at the moment. She's mad at me for pulling her away as she was blocking the policemen's path and for letting them take Timothy, Homer and John James away. I've tried calling her but it keeps going to voicemail and I was thinking that since she likes… spending time with you, she might answer your call."

"Right. Well… I'll get on it right away, Mrs K."

"Thank you."

Hanging up, I call Jenny's number. After a few rings, it went straight to voicemail.

'Hi, there! This is the J-E-double N-Y Brownstone saying I can't answer your call right now. But fret not, friend/family member, just leave your message after the beep and I'll get back to you ASAP. Kiss kiss.'

BEEP!

"Oh, hi, Jenny. It's Frank," I say. "Listen, er, your Aunt Hermione… Mrs King, has just, er, called me to call you to see, or hear that you're OK. She said that you had a right pop at her when she pulled you away as you were blocking the policemen's path and for letting them take Scoop, Homie and JJ away. She's a bit worried about you so, er, just call her… or me. You can call me back just to say that you're OK. OK? Bye."

I hang up and lightly bang my phone against my forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. Sound like an idiot, why don't you?"

Sighing in annoyance, I leave HQ, but hoping that Jenny is OK.