here it is again. enjoy!

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The school bell rang to signal the start of break.

Alex walked to his bike and started to unlock it. He was stopped by Tom whole tapped him on the shoulder.

' Hey, Alex!' Tom said.

'Hi, Tom.', Alex was glad to have Tom to talk to. Tom was his only friend in Brookland Academy and Alex appreciated it. After Sabina left, he thought he would be completely alone. And he blamed it all on MI6.

' What are you doing for break? I was wondering if you wanted to head back up to Naples… if its okay. You, know?' Tom was asking about the Scorpia situation. He thought that maybe Alex would want to forget the whole ordeal.

' Sure. I could use a break.', Alex was happy for the invitation. Ever since MI6 recruited him, he hardly had time to relax. It was always one assignment after another.

'Great? It'll be a lot of fun. My brother will be meeting us there this time, so maybe nothing will happen.', Tom felt bad about bringing it up. Scorpia was a big project he thought Alex would never forget.

'Sounds good!', Alex replied.

'Meet me at my house on Sunday.', Tom raced off and disappeared around the corner of the school.

Alex was glad that he could have a friend who though about him. He missed it with his parents and now he had Jack Starbright, his housekeeper, and Tom.

It was like he missed nothing at all.

A man in a black suit was standing on the sand that touched the lapping waves of the wave of Good Hope, the cape in South America. He stood with his back to the water. His thought was that you saw it once, you didn't need to see it again.

The plans were perfect. The compound would be considered a safe haven for teenagers all over the world. Him, and his partner, Coustau, would run the compound until the kids were ready. Then, their plan would continue into the second phase. He smiled a dark, ghostly smile that would chill a thief to the bone.

A black BMW pulled up to the sand. Coustau was a short man who had hair the color of the sand. He was in his thirties but acted like a gentleman twice that age. He was perfect for being the face of the school. He went to an actors collage in the south of France. He knew had to pose like a homely, kind gentleman.

And that's what they needed.

'Well, is everything ready?', the man said.

Coustau to the side of the man and faced the water. He had never been there before and wanted to see it while he could.

'It's all set. The shipment will arrive at thirteen hundred hours. Then we can get ready to conduct an experiment to see if it works.', Coustau ran over the plans in his head. He felt wrong killing innocent children and controlling their identities. He had a nephew just about the same age. He thought about him and grimaced at the thought. Even though the teens would be rich, there was nothing to hold against them. If anything, they should be blaming the United Nations.

'Perfect', the man said, 'Everything has to go according to plan. Nothing can ruin this for me.'.

'Nothing'

Alex knew a vacation was to good to be true.

He should have known that he was destined to be stuck as an MI6 pawn. They always used him and blackmailed him into doing these crazy deadly assignments.

When he received the note from the head of operations at MI6, he knew why she wanted to see him.

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i know its the same. i decided to leave it just the way it was!