MI6 Academy

THE VANISHED/Alley-Vauxhall, London/1225 hours-August 28

Jonathan and I did what we were told to do. I wasn't so sure that even Jonathan could get us out of this- not right at that moment, at least- and it appeared Jonathan thought the same thing.

The only way to escape was to have a plan. And I'm sure he was thinking of one right now. I probably would be, too, if I wasn't so scared. Our kidnapper came and revealed himself. He was a tall caucasian, about 20 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was suave and debonair, just like I suspected a spy would look like. He had a black suit dressed for action with a utility belt that seemed brand new.

That came with a very sharp knife.

There was nothing else in the utility belt, which I found a relief. He started to pull this knife out and saw my innocent look of horror. He decided against it. When he saw me calmer than before he ordered,

"Don't make me use this." It seemed that, on the outside, he looked tough and dangerous, but on the inside he must have some heart for not bringing his knife out. It suddenly occurred to me that he was very handsome, and maybe I would have dated him if he weren't 8 years older than me and wasn't kidnapping me. That could sometimes change a 12 year old girl's mind. He started asking us a series of questions and Jonathan simply didn't answer any. The man slapped his face in response. I followed Jonathan's lead and assumed that he wouldn't hit a girl. I assumed wrong. I tried to do everything in my power to get out of the ropes binding me to the metal chair I sat on. I never made the tiniest sliver of a tear. While he was interrogating me, however, I thought I saw red near Jonathan. Just like a laser. I thought I was just being paranoid because of the events that occurred during the day.

I wasn't being the slightest bit paranoid.

When the man went back over to Jonathan, he continued to ask questions. Jonathan finally lost it. He spat right into the man's face. In response to Jonathan merely spitting in his face, he whipped a firearm from his jacket and made a show of pointing it Jonathan's way. Jonathan was expecting him to do this, so he reacted quickly. His leg quickly hit his firearm. As Jonathan stood up, free of ropes and his chair, the firearm flew right onto the floor a mere 2 feet from Jonathan. Just as the man leapt toward Jonathan, Jonathan leapt toward the gun. If Jonathan had leaped a millisecond earlier he would have been pinned down by the man, therefore missing his target. He was spot on, however. He grasped the gun and aimed it toward the man. He was on top of the chair Jonathan had been on, except I noticed some differences. First, the man and the chair were on the ground. Second, the man's very sharp knife was directly to the right of me.

Third, there was a Russian bomb.

Or so I thought. I couldn't read Russian, so I wasn't quite sure. Jonathan noticed the last thing, too.

"What agency do you work for?", Jonathan asked. The man didn't respond. Then I heard the sound of the man wheezing in pain. He ran to the bomb. It was to the utter left of me, more than 8 feet away. Jonathan exclaimed, "Get that knife and cut yourself free!" I followed his orders, as I had no idea what to do in this dire situation, while Jonathan seemed extremely more competent. It took me over 2 minutes to cut myself free, as I had no help. Jonathan had been working on the bomb situation. Meanwhile, the man to my right was regaining strength. Jonathan had dropped the gun near his chair as he needed to use both hands to attempt to defuse the bomb. Unfortunately, the man was reaching toward the gun. The man yelped in pain as someone kicked him in the stomach.

To my surprise, it was me.

I had taken 3 years of Taekwondo and I had also done gymnastics for most of my life. I combined the two of the sports in a flurry of kicks, a whirl of punches, and an eddy of knife-hand strikes. He might have beaten me otherwise, but I caught him off guard. He expected me to be binded to the chair. He also didn't think I could handle myself like I had. He was on the floor in no time at all. Then I even managed to get a hold of the firearm myself. Before any words could come out of my mouth, however, somebody came from behind me and choked me. I doubled over shortly after they let me go, but by then both of the agents were standing over me. The one who had choked me was a woman. In fact, she was the same one I had seen during multiple parts of my day. My horrible, dreadful day. I tried to stay calm. Only, it wasn't that easy. When someone has a gun pointed at you, you get scared. Very, very scared. I did look on the bright side, though. I still had the knife in my pocket. And I was sure Jonathan would come to my rescue soon.

Only, Jonathan wasn't going to come to my rescue.

He had his own bad guys to deal with. So I did the only thing I could. I slowly put my hands up. When the agents came closer, I got my knife and knocked into the gun. The firearm fell right into my hands. I pointed one at the man, while my knife was a mere 2 inches from the woman's face. Meanwhile, Jonathan had already knocked 5 men out and was working on the bomb again before he said,

"We have 40 seconds, so go to the far side of the room and cover your head." I ran to the far side of the room and covered my head, not paying attention to the agents anymore. Jonathan opened the door to a secure room that looked like it was made of steel. He shut the door and ran to this side of the room. Before he could make it, however, he got blasted into the wall near me as the bomb exploded.

"Jonathan!", I exclaimed. I ran over to check his pulse. Before I did he said, "I'm alright." I looked back over to the agents, or where I thought they were.

The agents had disappeared.

"They're gone!", I exclaimed. Jonathan snapped upright, startled. He ran to the wall of the building near the front door. He was limping. He looked through a window and saw about 6 heavily armed men coming toward the front door. Fast. He grabbed the firearm where I dropped it and hurried near me. To my left was yet another window. He shot a hole big enough for me to climb through. "Go," he ordered. I took the knife out of my pocket (in case I needed it) and climbed outside. When I looked back, Jonathan had vanished. The men before walked through the door. They all had their guns at the ready. And suddenly, Jonathan jumped from the ceiling and took 4 men out in a fluid motion of kicks. By the time the other two agents noticed, it was too late. Jonathan already had the jump on them. Every guard was down in 30 seconds. Then the other guards came. 1 dozen people suddenly surrounded Jonathan and blocked him from my view.

Then I dropped my knife inside the building.

Even though the room was loud from different people giving Jonathan orders, it was too noticeable. Almost every guard looked my way. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Because I left the window, I didn't know how many guards were trailing me at this very moment. I quickly realized where we were.

Across the bridge I could see the MI6 Intelligence Agency, and other buildings. The warehouse they were keeping me in was not a very long running distance from Vauxhall Bridge. I decided to take that route, as I didn't happen to come across any other option. I quickly ran and tried to avoid the numerous cars. This bridge also works to my advantage because I shook 2 of them easily. There appeared to be 6 men trailing me on the bridge. On the plus side I was smaller than them.

But my attackers also had big guns.

As I ran I noticed they were rubber bullets, which meant it was shot to capture. They wanted me for something. And I still didn't know what. Not long after I reached the other side, it appeared that 3 more guards were chasing me. 1 on my right, 1 in the back, and somehow, 1 managed to get in front of me. So I ran the only direction I could.

Toward the MI6 building. As I ran however, I got pulled into a room in the back of the building.