Hello. Yes, been quite a while. I warned you it was going slowly. But hey, I've been working on this for you guys.

Okay, here I'm going to start doing a few different points of view, just to spice it up a little. Enjoy!

Peace,

Ciara xxx

Chapter 11

Grant's POV

"Jonas, Jonas, Jonas!" I burst into our room. "Get your equipment up and running!"

Jonas looked up from tomorrow's homework. "What?"

"Why didn't we think of this before?" I began pacing. "It's perfect, they'll have been distracted by all the hassle of the girls coming here, there'll be no one trying to back-hack us!" I turned to Jonas, who was still sitting there, dumbfounded. "Well? Get it up!"

"Grant…" Jonas breathed.

"Yes…" I looked at him, bemused. Honestly, what was wrong with him?

"That's…" Jonas seemed at loss for words, but suddenly broke into a grin. "That's brilliant!" He turned on his computer.

"God, Jonas, you're acting like I don't have any brains," I snorted."Oh, I know you have brains, Grant." Jonas began typing into his keyboard. "I just didn't think you used any of them." I hit him over the head. "Ow! Anyway, I've been monitoring the site. I also realised that the Chameleon and his team didn't need to send us that 'gift'; it was just for fun. A virus comes in while you're hacking and starts putting up shields around the Gallagher Academy from the inside. It doesn't affect any of the computer's information, the virus the Chameleon sent deliberately shorted out the computer."

"So… how is this relevant?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

Jonas rolled his eyes. "I've set up a virus blocker that I designed myself. It won't hold the virus off forever, it's crazy strong; but it will bide us time. Seeing as I made it to the second firewall last time, it will save us quite a lot of time. Also, with the blocker, there won't be more firewalls popping up. But…"

"But what?"

"Settle down for a while."

Bex's POV

It was dinner when it happened.

The sophomore year were seated at a cluster of tables, eating, laughing, talking across tables. I was eating my salad when I overheard a heated conversation between Tina, Eva, Anna, Mick and their subjects.

"But with the right numbers, it could be possible!" Eva was saying.

"Maybe with trained professionals, but not people of our age."

"What's this?" I leant over.

"Alan thinks that a group of us couldn't pull off a heist to steal back an alumni disk that could be stolen from the CIA or something."

"But considering security, and all that, you couldn't do it!" a boy banged his head on the table in frustration.

"What makes you think we couldn't?" I arched an eyebrow.

The boys looked down from my gaze and muttered under their breath. Everyone fears the eyebrow.

"What? Think you're better than us? Bet we could do it, better than you, at least."

Then one boy made the fatal mistake.

"But you're girls!"

Silence.

You see, when people insult me because of my gender, and my upbringing in the world of MI6, and my Baxter heritage, I can be, as my friends put it, 'hot headed'.

The girls dragged me away before I could sprain his other wrist and twist his other ankle.

"That sexist pig!" Tina stormed round the common room that had been provided for the girls. "How dare he!"

Everyone was yelling insults about the boys, complaining about their ignorance until Liz of all people stood on a table and screamed, "SHUT UP!" We all fell silent. "Thank you. Now, yelling won't get us anywhere, but strategy," she opened her laptop and with a few taps, she'd hacked into the projector overhead, "will."

The girls murmured appreciatively, and there were a few whoops. I grinned from the back of the crowd. Payback.

Macey stood up. "Liz is right. But what we do has to show the boys that we can be as un-ladylike as they can be un-gentlemanly."

"Is that a word?" Anna Fetterman asked.

Macey shrugged. "Doesn't really matter right now; what matters right now, is how we get our revenge."

"Any ideas?" Liz looked around. "Come on, people!"

"We steal something personal to each of them?" Eva suggested.

"Too risky. They might get suspicious of our interest," someone replied.

"We pound them," Mick smashed her fist into an open palm. "Hard."

"Already done that," another girl sighed. "King of the Mat, remember?"

"It's simple: we beat them at everything, always us girls top of the class, and they come second," someone else yelled.

They wouldn't fall for that. Everyone turned to me and I realised I'd said it out loud.

"What do you mean?" Liz asked.

"Thanks to the… episode in the hall, they'll be expecting us to do something; but their sexism makes them think we'll play safe; stick to the guidelines of being a spy."

"So, you're suggesting something different?" Tina offered.

"Yeah," I grinned at her. "We don't try and beat them the spy way- that's just too easy. I'm talking about beating them at what boys do best."

Liz's eye glinted. "I get you."

Sometimes, Liz is the most dangerous of us all.

Macey's POV

I watched in amusement as Zach and Cammie battled it out in Chemistry class. Yes, chemistry class. Each lesson we're asked to create a poison, a liquid dynamite, etc. It was hilarious to watch them but when you wanted to concentrate…

Liz groaned next to me and hit her head against the countertop. "Make them stop, Macey."

"Believe me; if I could, I'd have done it half an hour ago."

"Why are they being like this? I mean, yeah, he found out her name, but he was going to find out anyway- plus, he had to figure out her first name as well as her last name and her code name- and he still hasn't figured those out yet."

"You know Cammie- she'll only accept logical, explainable and unavoidable defeat. And that's when she's got her head on straight."

"Which isn't a lot of the time," Liz muttered affectionately.

I grinned and turned back to see if our piece of metal had disintegrated yet.

Jonas' POV

"Yes!" I shouted, causing Grant to topple out of his chair. "The files are loading!"

"Great," Grant got up, nursing his head. "Can you see their names? Code names?"

"Well, it's either trying to fight my virus blocker, or it's just very slow. I've got their pictures so far and- wait! Ah, see? Elizabeth Sutton and Rebecca Baxter."

"Hey, there are the Baxters from MI6, think she could be related to them?"

"Most likely. Hey, I think the code names are coming up! Liz's is Bo- whoa!"

Suddenly the computer was flashing. When it stopped, we were back at the welcome page.

"How dare they mock us," Grant growled.

"Well," I tried to find an upside to what had just transpired, "at least we know my blocker works... for a while."