So, well...spy movies. Yay. Thanks for reviewing, Gage the Hedgehog and SuperKitty4789.

Even with Leshawna redeeming herself, our team was pretty lackluster. I went to the confessional about it. "Okay, so Leshawna dissed us. But she also praised us. I still think she deserved the spa night, so she's forgiven, as far as I'm concerned. I wish Duncan and Harold would soften up a little bit. Okay, no I don't, but I wish they'd be a little nicer to Leshawna. I mean, poor Harold! How long can he keep up acting like he'd mad at her anyway?"

When I came back, Lindsay was pounding on the door of the girls' trailer, trying to talk to it. "Door, it's me, Lindsay, from this morning! Remember?"

"Door, meet doorknob." Courtney quipped.

Lindsay pulled on the door handle, and that's when it happened. A camera came down, scanned Lindsay's face, and the steps turned into a ramp, a pitfall appeared below, and Lindsay fell in, screaming.

Duncan was the first to run over, but something was shot into his neck, and he fell in with a sigh.

"Dunkie!" Courtney cried, running over. I ran with her, but something hit us in the back of our heads, and the last thing I saw before pitch black was the pitfall.

I woke up in an underground area with the rest of the contestants. Still, I remembered one thing I had to address.

"So," I smiled sweetly at Courtney. "'Dunkie', huh? I thought you guys weren't dating any more."

"We're not!" Courtney said fiercely. "Excuse me for caring about the guy who was my first kiss! It's not like I don't hate him any more." She paused, looked at me, and added "Because I do!"

Justin was freaking out because he'd looked in his mirror and seen his eye swelling up after Beth accidentally poked it. "I am a hideous beast!" he screamed. "Nobody will hire me any more! My modelling career is over! I'll have to go work in the circus as a... as one of those...circus freaks!"

"Justin, circus freaks aren't used any more because it's so insensitive to legless people, and hunchbacks, and everyone else who have problems with the way they look. Nowadays, no one is that shallow." I told him. "Oh, wait. You are." Hey, I wasn't going to quit with the quips just because one person thinks it makes me look bratty.

Courtney brushed herself off. "Where is my PDA?" Beth picked it up, offering it to her, but Courtney didn't even thank her. "Oh! Trying to steal it again, I see!"

"No! I was just trying to give it back!" Beth protested. "Swearsies!"

Courtney made the "I'm watching you" motion and stalked off.

Finally, a screen appeared, with Chris on it. He was wearing an eyepatch and stroking a cat like a Bond villain. "Welcome to ze cloak-and-dagger world of spy moviees," he said, "Man and woman."

"What's with the weird accent from...oh, I don't know, NOWHERE?" I yelled.

"It's just bad." Duncan told me. "It's supposed to be Jamaican, I think."

"Jamaican?" Leshawna repeated. "More like Japanese."

"No, Swedish!" Courtney argued.
"French!" Beth suggested.

"Kind of sounds Italian to me." Harold commented.

"Hellooo," snapped Chris, "It's Russian. And I should know, because I am an actor!" He went on to explain the challenge. "Every good spy in every good spy movie must have three essential skills: one, the ability to deactivate a bomb. Two, the ability to escape from an exploding building. And three, the ability to fake an accent that makes people believe you actually speak the language. Like my fab Russian accent, mon! You'll need two of the three skills to get through today's reward challenges. Can you guess which two? Let me give you a hint: Not the tird one, mon!" He kept switching back to the horrible Russian accent, not being able to pronounce "third", and saying "mon". Wasn't that Jamaican?

But Chris had another piece of essential info. "Oh, and one last thing. Since I'm really ho-hum bored with the teams, I'm busting them up! From now on, it's every dude and dudette for themselves!"

I looked around at everyone else. Last time, Duncan, Leshawna, Lindsay and I had been there. But the other half had left then. Now we'd get to see what it was like when they were on their own. And even better, what Lindsay would do alone when she had to think for herself.

But everyone else was devastated.

"Breaking us up?" Leshawna cried. "After everything we've been through?"

We were all silent, a montage playing in our heads. Good memories, scary memories. We were truly friends.

I began to softly sing a tune from an old sitcom – a Canadian one that was sort of like Friends but with teens. "Time to hang with all my friends, we like to be together,

In a place where we belong...I'm sixteen, starting to find my way...something something, sixteen

Life is sweet, when you're growing up so fast, gotta make the good times last..."

I was snapped out of it when I realized my ex-teammates were staring at me. "Um," I said. "Sorry. I guess we better get started."

"You've got a good singing voice, though." Beth smiled at me. I wasn't sure whether she was just being her usual nice self or if she meant it. All the same, I grinned back and Courtney shot me a jealous look.

"What's the matter, Court?" I teased. "Did you want to sing?"

The brunette ignored me, turning back to the task at hand.

First thing to do: Get out of the underground and find a way back up. That was easy – Justin accidentally found an elevator for us. So we were all up to the top in seconds, and there was a projection of Chris waiting for us.

"Don't I look awesome in blue? Now, for the first part of the spy movie challenge. See that case in the middle of the room? You have to get whatever's inside, cause you're gonna need it for the part two of the challenge."

The glass case had a little brown sack, and I wondered what kind of spy tools were in there. Ziplining tools, maybe? Something that would get us out of here and make it easier to defuse a bomb, that much I knew.

But the minute Duncan made a move towards the case, the lasers sprang up. We had to get to that case without setting off the alarms.

Leshawna looked at the lasers. "Fitting under there is not gonna be easy for this bountiful booty."

Justin was talking to himself. "Brain, got any ideas?"

I looked down at myself. "I'll try to get in."

"Wanna go together, BFF?" Beth and Lindsay chorused. Five minutes later, they were arguing, not sure what to do next and blaming each other. I was slowly and cautiously sliding down, trying not to pay attention. But when a flash of brown and grey somersaulted past me, I knew I had to go a whole lot quicker. But no matter what I did, Courtney was way ahead, and going about as fast as me. So although I actually did manage to get past the lasers, I only got there while Courtney was running at the case, kicking it to shards. The lasers disappeared, and Courtney had won that part of the challenge.

Courtney looked in the sack. "That's odd. Just some weird gun thingy and some wire cutters."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't watch many spy movies, do you? My brother and I are really into them. Well – he is and I have to suffer. That's a grappling hook – attach it to another building and zipline down."

At that moment, the Chris projection came up again. "The room blows in ten!" The seconds began counting down.

We all screamed.

Beth and Lindsay clung to each other, saying that they'd miss each other's smile. Leshawna grabbed onto Justin, and Courtney wrapped her arms around Duncan, while I slung an arm around his shoulders. If I had nothing keeping me up, I would've collapsed.

"I'm too knowledgeable to die!" Harold cried, curled up.

"Three, two, one..." Chris continued. "...SUCKERS!" He started laughing. "You should've seen the looks on your faces!"

Courtney immediately let go of Duncan and shoved him into me, making both of us fall on the floor. I was the first to get up and shove Courtney back. She scowled, but didn't retaliate.

But then Chris began the real countdown to the explosion. We could use the zipline hook to escape...but that was only if Courtney chose to share them.

Leshawna found an opening, and there was a building across for the zipline. But ther was one person it all depended on.

"Not so fast!" Courtney said. "What do I hear for a ride to freedom?"

We all stared at her. Was she crazy?
Leshawna said what we were all thinking. "You're willing to bargain...WITH OUR LIVES?"

"Um, duh. And the offers better be good. I've already got a PDA."

Lindsay offered her face lotion. Harold offered his action figure. Beth offered her totally innocent French maid's outfit (she was in a play).

But there was only one thing Courtney was after. "I share the prize money with you fifty-fifty if you win."

"What?" we chorused. But if we wanted to live, we had to agree to it. One by one, we all nodded, and Courtney kept her word.

She used Harold's belt as a T-bar, and all of us clung to her as we ziplined to the other building. As for the exploding building...

Nothing.

"As if we have the budget to blow up an entire building! I was just playing with you." Chris was standing there, looking pleased with himself as usual. "Again. Because I can."
But there was one more challenge. We all had one bomb each attached to a barrel, and we had to defuse it within the time limit. However, if it went off, the barrel's contents would cover us (and that means all of us). They contained the most disgusting, rancid, skunk spray-like substances Chris could find. And again, the way we defused them would all depend on whether Courtney shared her wire cutters or not.

We had three minutes.

"How are we supposed to know which wire to cut first?" I wondered. "Every type of bomb is different."

"Hey, everybody!" Beth called. "Lindsay's cutting the blue wire!"

"Great, let us know how that works out for you." Courtney responded.

"Can Lindsay borrow the wire cutters?"

Courtney hesitated. She didn't say no, she just looked at the wire cutters. I knew she was having an inner battle with herself – huh, so her heart was still in full working order. Who would've thought?

But since we'd all get the contents of the barrels over us, Courtney decided to hand them over.

Lindsay carefully cut the wire and...it stopped.

"She did it!" Beth cheered. "My BFF did it!"

We all started cheering, but then Duncan spoke. "Save the celebrations..we still have seven more barrels and only fifty-three more seconds."

We all went for the blue wire. Harold bit it, Duncan ripped it, Beth burned it with her glasses, and I put mine into the line of light when Justin deflected it with his mirror, so both of ours were done at the same time. Then Leshawna pulled hers apart, and Courtney cut hers.

But there was one problem. "No. Way." I looked at my bomb. Still ticking. And there was no time left, not even to run. We all choked as the seven barrels covered us. We had to sit in tomato juice for the next few hours – although we wouldn't let Courtney in until she took back the fifty-fifty deal.

And during the break, Lindsay and Courtney both got a reward for winning the challenges. "An all-expenses-paid trip to...a local cheese factory!"

Lindsay clapped her hands together. "Isn't it great, Courtney? We get to cut the cheese together."

"One, I'm lactose intolerant." scowled Courtney. "Two, I don't like you! And three, I can't reach my lawyers so they can get me out of this!"

"Oh, give it a rest, Courtney." I sighed. "Look, I've got a preposition for you, later on, but I'll reconsider it if you keep on whining."

You may have guessed what Stephanie wants with Courtney. Yeah, probably.