Spy School Fail-Safe

Chapter 5

As I promised, here I am with another update! Hope you enjoy it and have a great day!

The flight began to descend after an hour or two, and I hadn't even realized the time flying by. Plus, since ours was a chartered jet, we were able to get across faster than a regular plane.

"We're back in London, again," Zoe smiled. "Bring back some Ms. E memories?"

"Oh, ew, the catacombs," Mike groaned. "Not to mention the sewers. Why don't I ever remember the good stuff?"

Erica got out of her seat the second the plane stopped. We followed her out of the jet and towards the airstrip. The plane had parked right nearby Mi6 headquarters, thankfully, so we could get right in there.

Unfortunately, it was smack in the middle of the night in London, which meant most of the city was asleep. Luckily, some people were still working night shifts, so getting in wasn't a problem.

We entered through the back entrance of Mi6, where a security guard was kind enough to let us in without suspecting anything. (We'd come in a private jet to the back of Mi6, something not everyone could do).

"Guys, this way," Erica spoke, leading us down a series of hallways until we reached a big room.

"Woah, how do you know this place?" Zoe asked.

"I roamed these halls as a toddler," Erica simply replied. "It was always either the halls of Mi6 or the halls of the CIA."

Jawa elbowed me. "Your girlfriend grew up in Intelligence Agencies," he smirked. "Consider yourself lucky."

"She's not my girlfriend," I groaned, but Jawa wouldn't listen. We were standing in a room with many computers, most of which were switched off. The room was empty, and by the dismayed look on Erica's face, I could tell she was hoping for someone to be there.

"What now?" Zoe asked.

"We open one of these up," Erica replied, like it was obvious, but she didn't move towards any of the computers. She stayed rooted to her spot, like something stopped her.

I frowned at Erica. "What happened?" I asked.

Erica sighed. "I'm not as good with computers. I mean, I'm good, but these things have high-level security that my mom never got to tell me about."

Zoe flexed her fingers. "I'll handle it," she smiled, sliding into one of the seats. "What do you want me to get?"

"The safehouse coordinates and entry codes," Erica replied. "That's where we're staying."

"Easy peasy," Zoe smirked, turning the computer on. It prompted her for a password to an account belonging to some Lydia Johnson, and she looked at Erica, confused. "Yeah, easy peasy except the password part."

"Let me try," Erica suggested, moving to a different account. This was none other than Catherine Hale's Mi6 account. Erica typed up a numerical password so fast I couldn't grasp anything, then smirked in satisfaction.

"We're in," Zoe smiled. "Okay, files."

It took her a while to find the right file, which was hidden somewhere in a seemingly endless soft copy of some hard drive. It kept asking her for passwords, but this was where Zoe's incredible hacking skills came into play. She breezed her way through everything and we found ourselves looking at numerical coordinates.

"Ben," Erica said, turning to me. "This is wired to automatically close the file in 20 seconds."

Luckily I had already memorized them. "Got it," I replied, and Zoe clicked the right arrow. This time, it displayed an eight-digit passcode, possibly for entry. This was also not a problem, as I memorized it just as the computer screen went black.

"Power cut?" Jawa wondered.

"No," Mike replied. "The system shut itself down because we accessed those files. Now we gotta run."

I groaned. "Can't we just go to Catherine's house or something? Why do we have to be awake at midnight searching for some safehouse in the jungle?"

"Because my mother's too busy to let us into her house," Erica simply replied. "Now come on, Ben, don't be a wet blanket."

Mike smirked. "Says you," he replied, and followed Erica back down the hall we came from. This time, our exit was quite simple. Erica opened a door halfway down the hall, revealing stairs that went down. From there all we had to do was go down till we found a door, and it would lead us out into the open world.

"Wow, so this is London at night," Jawa gasped. Sure enough, millions of billions of stars were above us in a seemingly endless ocean of dark night. Though few street lights were on, the real glow was from the full moon overhead.

Even Erica was mesmerized by the scenery for a few seconds.

"Well, what are the coordinates of the safehouse?" Erica asked. "Let me enter them into the phone."

"Wait, I thought we switched our phones off and left them at the private airstrip back in D.C," Zoe frowned.

Erica held up a phone that clearly wasn't hers. "I took this from the computer room," she smiled, but it vanished in milliseconds. "Okay. Now tell me."

I quickly relayed the information, and she hit 'search'. The safehouse wasn't that far away from where we stood, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, but we were able to find our way to a small, one-story house-like structure. There was a keypad, and I punched in the eight-digit keycode I had memorized. The gate unlocked, and the five of us walked in.

There were no security personnel, seeing that it was a safehouse which was a secret, but there were digital security systems installed. The same eight-digit code worked in four different areas, and soon we found ourselves inside.

It looked like a penthouse suite. Except even better.

Clearly, Mi6 cared about interior design in their safehouses. My friends were also taken aback by how amazing the safehouse looked. It looked like a model luxury villa, with nice white walls, white marble tiled floors, wall decor, a small pullout couch with throw pillows, two bedrooms with queen sized beds, a tv, a mini refrigerator stacked with non-perishables, and whatnot.

In addition to all the good stuff, there were surveillance cameras, plenty of gadgets, air conditioning, heaters, a small rose garden and two bathrooms.

It was pretty grand for a safehouse.

"Woah," Jawa gasped. "This is beyond my imagination."

"True," Zoe gaped. "We're in the right place, right? We totally didn't stumble upon some billionaire's apartment?"

Erica shook her head. "This is the right place," she said, flipping through the papers on the countertop with chargers. There were Mi6 related documents everywhere. "Mi6 decorates their safehouses well. We're in good hands, for now."

"For now?" Mike repeated. "You mean, we're still in danger?"

I groaned. "Just when I thought we were going to be fine for a few days."

"I'm going to try and get in contact with my mom," Erica spoke. She held the Mi6 phone in one hand as she headed to a quieter part of the safehouse. "You guys might want to get some sleep."

Zoe stifled a yawn. "Okay," she replied, heading into one of the two bedrooms. Mike and I headed into another room, and Jawa decided to use the pullout couch.

"You hyped up?" Mike asked. "Isn't this amazing? We're in London again!"

"Without adult supervision," I groaned. "So no."

"But Catherine's coming," Mike said. "That's going to be fun, right?"

I nodded. "Sure," I replied, not really meaning it. I got into bed, which was really comfy. It was much, much better than the beds at Spy School, which were probably reduced to ashes now.

Before I knew it I was nodding off to sleep. It was close to three in the morning, and I needed at least a few hours' worth of sleep.

"Are you asleep yet?" Mike asked, and even though I was awake, I was way too drowsy to reply, and so I closed my eyes, and within minutes I was fast asleep.

Alright, that's chapter 5! Chapter 6 on the way next week, until then, have an amazing day/night!!!