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[Xenobia]

004: Well, here is a piping hot bit of good news.

003: Careful we don't give it the shaft.

008: Nah, we will just duct if it gives us a hard time.

002: Gentleman, I would just like to remind you that we are running away from bad guys.

003: Oh don't worry, I prepared for that.

(Before 002 could stop her, 009 asks)

009: How.

003: I made sure Matt had some beans while we were in the cell!

009: John! How am I supposed to sleep with him tonight?

003: Good point...

002: AGENTS! Can we focus here.

003: You see Xen, that is your problem. You focus too much and miss key elements.

002: Like?

003: I'm feeling a breeze, and it is brighter in here. We must be nearing the outside.

008: You're right! We are! Back up so I can kick that last grate out.

(The agents do so, and after three hard kicks [it was a strong grate] the grate falls down. 008 turns around and jumps down. Just as 002 joins him, G can be heard to say)

008: Oh dear.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*The agents drop down into the lobby to find the entire place in shambles. The floor is littered with dead cops.*

003: What in the name of God?

008: Looks like our faux friend made sure to say hi before sending for us.

*002 looks around.*

002: No shell casings, looks like a silent job.*

004: Tell me about it.

*008 sighs.*

008: Joyce, come with me. I'll get our stuff. You guys make sure there aren't anymore surprises. And hurry, the exchange for the virus is still on. We have to contact MI6 and get to Amsterdam in eighteen hours.

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 and 008 quickly make their way back to the hotel rooms and get packing*

009: Sheesh, I have to carry ALL of Xen's suitcases?

008: I guess so. *leaves for other room to get 003's stuff*

009: What do you think is in all of them?

008: (from other room): Joyce, you are NOT going to open them...

009: *sighs* Alright, alright... I was just hoping for some pictures of 007...

*008 appears in the doorway*

*they look at each other*

*008 manages to resist the temptation*

008: NO. *goes back into room*

009: Darn.

*008 steps back into room with 003's and 004's suitcases and sees 009 trying to hold all the luggage in her hands*

009: I'm alright, I'm going to...

*008 pulls one of the suitcases, the heaviest, out of her hands*

008: Then just leave the Scotch suitcase here!

009 (almost in tears): But...

*008 sighs, opens the Scotch suitcase, grabs a bottle and opens it*

008: Open your mouth.

*009 does so*

*008 pours the whole bottle down her throat*

009: burp...

008: And that's the last you're going to get on this assignment.

009: Yes, sir.

*they leave the room*

[Genrewriter]

*008 drives down a snowy highway.*

008: How much time have we got?

009: Seventeen hours and twenty three minutes till the sale.

*008 takes out his phone and dials. As he does, a black van passes them.*

008: 002, this is 008. We're heading for you guys on route 38. Should be there in a couple of minutes.

*Suddenly, the van slams on its brakes and goes into reverse.*

009: Look out!

008: Oh hell!

*008 swerves around the van but the driver puts it back into driuve as 008's car passes. It slams into the passenger side, driving the car up onto an embankment and causing it to flip over.*

*In the police station, 002's eyes widen.*

002: Oh god, I lost them! 008? 008?

*The van stops and four men in commando outfits rush to the car. One brings out a satchel and injects 008 ans 009 with a knockout drug. A tall figure steps out of the van and waitsd as the commandos drag 008 and 009 out of the car and into the van.*

Man: Good, get them on the plane for Amsterdam.

*The van doors slam shut and drive off.*

*002 looks to 003 and 004.*

002: His cell phone is still on and they're alive. Call MI6, tell them we need three tickets to Amsterdam.

[Xenobia]

004 and 003 look intently at 002.

002: Matt, John, we all know the rules. They get caught they are on their own. There is nothing we can do.

004 and 003 continue to stare at her.

002: What????

003: Didn't this whole thing get started so we could find Bond for you.

002: No, this whole thing got started because someone attacked our headquarters, and that can not stand.

003: Oh please give me a break! You are in this because...

004: No, John. Xenobia is right. We all know the rules. Someone has to go to Amsterdam and see the transaction through. *pause* You two go. I am going after Joyce and G.

002: Matt....

004: Don't try to stop me Xen. You would do the same for Bond.

002: No, I wouldn't.

003 and 004 both give her a dirty look

002: I don't love him the way you love Joyce. Now go find her.

004: Yes Ma'am!

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*A private plane takes off from an airport.*

*004 watches through the window of the terminal and takes out a cell phone.*

004: Amsterdam One is in the air. I'm on their trail.

*On the plane, 008 slowly regains consciousness. He glances over and sees 009 next to him. He looks down and sees his hands are tied together. He glances up as 009 regains her senses. As she does, voices are heard in the cockpit.*

009: Where are-

008: Shh. Wait.

Voice 1: We should reach Amsterdam in a few hours, Mister Starrkey.

*008's eyes widen.*

009: Isn't that-?

008: Yes. A man who should be dead, 00*.

009: But his body-

008: I know. Just stay calm and follow my lead.

009: What makes you think we'll be alive long enough for that?

*The door to the cockpit opens and 008's eyes widen as a man who is definitely not 00* steps out.*

V1: Not quite right, Agent Sykes.

008: Matchstick.

*009 looks from 008 to the now scarred face of Oscar Matchstick.*

008: I saw you die.

M: No, you saw me get shot and then proceeded to haul into my plane.

009: You're the mole then.

*Matchstick smiles thinly.*

[Joyce Carrington]

009: Say... you don't happen to have any Scotch lying around, do you?

*Matchstick frowns*

008: Joyce! I just gave you a whole bottle 30 minutes ago!

009: My liver works fast.

008: (to Matchstick) Ignore her. What do you want?

[Genrewriter]

*Matchstick smiles*

M: All in good time. As you are no doubt aware, a rather lethal virus has been placed on the open market.

008: And you intend to purchase it, right?

M: Very good. But unlike some folks, I have no plans to let you in on my operation. Think of it as a nice surprise when we get to Amsterdam.

*Matchstick heads back to the cockpit. 008 whispers softly to 009.*

008: We need to make sure MI6 gets there.

009: But they've probably already written us off, you know that.

008: I can get them involved. Trust me. Soon as we land, just follow my lead. That virus isn't getting into the hands of the mole.

*002 and 003 arrive at MI6 headquarters where they are met by M.*

M: Good. Where are the others?

003: Compromised. 004 is on their trail, but I think there might be more to this.

002: There is a mole in the company planning on buying a highly deadly virus. So far we just know that the sale goes down in Amsterdam in less than twelve hours.

M: Come into my office.

[Xenobia]

M sits down and waits for 002 and 003 to do the same before she speaks.

M: I am afraid we have received some disturbing information. It appears as if Matchstick is alive.

003: That's not possible.

002: Au contraire. Lots of things we do aren't supposed to be possible. I take it if he is alive, he is the mole?

M: He might be.

The agents answer together:

002/3: Might?

M: Starrkey has a twin brother, one that he took great pains to conceal to protect him.

003: An understandable action.

M: Indeed. I do know however, that Starrkey saw his brother before the incidents with the Cat began.

Xenobia leans in.

002: Forgive the presumption Ma'am, but if I am following you, you are suggesting that Starrkey has been dead for much longer than we thought?

M: If we are both right, precisely.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*The plane lands on a small runway on the far side of an airport. 008 and 009 are hustled out by Matchstick and his men to a waiting jeep. It drives off and heads for an industrial area.*

*In the Situation Room of MI6, M, 003 and 002 enter as technicians set up equipment.*

M: When 00* went missing, he left a note that we intercepted with the name Starrkey mentioned as an alias and Matchstick as a contact.

003: He knew he might be killed after the attack on headquarters. But how?

M: My guess is that he had some conversations with Matchstick beforehand. What do we know about Matchstick?

002: That's who 008 ran into in Nevada.

M: Apparently 00* had been utilizing him for information, he has many contacts to terrorist organizations all over the world.

003: So we think Matchstick had him killed? For what purpose?

M: I don't know, but I do know it has something to do with this virus you discovered.

002: What about the fake Bond?

M: We're checking up on it. In the meantime, I'm putting a trace on 004's PDA so we can track him.

002: Matchstick could have an entire army waiting for him.

M: In case you forgot 002, we are talking about two agents with a penchant for massive amounts of property destruction and another who is a live wire. They've gotten out of worse.

*Suddenly, a technician looks back to M.*

T: M, we might have something. Looks like 004 is heading for an industrial park.

*002 and 003 share a glance.*

003: Now we wait.

*The truck arrives at an old warehouse behind a steel mill.*

008: Where's your seller?

Matchstick: He should be around soon enough. Guards, take them inside and make them comfortable.

*008 and 009 are taken into the warehouse and handcuffed to two chairs. When they are alone, 008 exhales deeply.*

008: Well, at least we're not late for the sale. I counted four guys with Matchstick. How many more you reckon he's got?

009: Not sure. What are you thinking?

008: I don't know. But something tells me that when we meet the seller, we'll meet the mole.

*008 and 009 sit, thinking.*

*004 races towards the industrial park.*

*M, 003 and 002 sit pensively.*

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 leans over to 008*

009 (whispering): I might have an idea.

008: Does it involve Scotch?

009: Yes.

008: Forget it!

009: Wait, hear me out - I'm not too drunk at the moment, FYI.

008: What then?

009: In my jacket pocket I carry a spare bottle of Scotch... my little flask, you know.

008: So?

009: Q has been so nice as to install some features to it. There is a lockpick in the cap if you open it.

*008 raises eyebrows*

009: So come on, move your chair and see if you can reach my pocket with your hands. Oh, and uh... try not to spill the Scotch.

*008 scowls*

Edited by JoyceCarrington, 05 February 2004 - 07:38 AM.

[Genrewriter]

*008 smiles tightly and slowly moves his chair towards 009's chair.*

008: All I need is the top of the bottle.

009: But the scotch-

008: Don't worry, I have an idea. You got anything else in your pockets?

009: Just a bit of lint.

008: That should do.

009: Alright, can you see the flask?

008: Yeah, got it.

*008 moves his hands into 009's pocket and gets a hold of the bottle. As he begins to unscrew the top, Matchstick reenters with two commandos. 008 moves back quickly, hiding the cap in his hand.*

M: The buyer is waiting, and I also have some news for you. An old friend you might want to see.

*Matchstick nods to one of the commandos who opens the door to reveal 004. 008 and 009 are stunned.*

009: Matt? No.

*004 is pushed into the room by a third commando, we see his hands are tied.*

M: Take a seat, 004. Please.

004: You alright, darling?

009: I'm fine.

*004 nods as he's handcuffed to a third chair. Matchstick smiles at 008.*

M: It's a pity you didn't cooperate with Mr. Braun. It would have saved everyone a lot of time and effort.

008: I'll try to live with it.

M: Oh, I think I can imagine a better form of penance. It seems that the buyer has proven somewhat skittish in the last few hours. You will need to negotiate a new price with him. My associate and I would do it, but I'm afraid the buyer simply won't listen to us anymore. I shall return in a few minutes.

*Matchstick leaves.*

008: Matt, how did-

004: I tracked you guys here and figured the deal was going to go through regardless. I surrendered to them, my guns are on the commando who brought me in here.

009: What about MI6?

004: They're tracking us but only by radar. I think we're gonna have to do this by ourselves.

008: I'll keep them busy with the transaction, you two think you can get some leverage?

004: Pal, you're talking to the king of leverage.

*009 smiles thinly.*

008: Great. I'll have to pass something to you before the exchange. You'll know it when it happens. Just improv.

*004 nods as Matchstick comes back in.*

M: It's time, Agent Sykes. My associate would like a word with you before we begin the negotiations.

*008 nods reluctantly as his handcuffs are undone. As he stands, 004 trips him. 008 stands and holds back the commando who comes forward. He frowns.*

008: You really want to make this hard, buddy? Fine.

*008 suddenly grabs 004 by the head and slugs him in the mouth. The commandos grabs him and hold him back, ushering him to the door.*

M: You two seem to have some issues.

008: Sorry, professional rivalry. I've been pretty stressed lately, I'm syure you understand.

M: Of course.

*As they leave, 004 looks to 009.*

009: God, are you alright?

*004 smiles and opens his mouth to reveal the bottle cap between his teeth. He spits it into his lap.*

004: Come on, angle your chair and get to work. We need to keep out of sight until the virus is safe.

*Matchstick leads 008 to a small office where a tall figure sits in a chair with his back turned.*

M: Say hello to Alexander Starrkey.

*Starrkey turns around in the chair, he is Matchstick's idnetical twin.*

S: The REAL Alexander Starrkey.

[Joyce Carrington]

*004 and 009 move their chairs around the room*

009: Sweetie, hold still. ONE of us has to move around the other.

*he stops moving and she turns her chair so that he can put the lockpick in her handcuffs*

*they open*

009: Good.

*she moves off her chair, takes the lockpick and frees him of his cuffs*

004: Thank you.

*they quietly move to the door*

009: There's a guard blocking it. We could take him on, but we'll risk creating a noise and jeapordise Sy.

004: Sy?

009: Sykes.

004: Right. So is there another way out of this room?

*they turn around and see lots of windows*

*they look at each other*

004: Ladies first.

[Genrewriter]

*In the situation room, M, 003 and 002 sit anxiously.*

003: He should signal when the virus is stable....I hope.

*004 and 009 begin to pry one of the windows open.*

004: As soon as Sy has the virus, we make contact with MI6.

*In the office, 008 sits across from Starrkey.*

S: I've been waiting to get face to face with a 00 again. You almost made a mess of things today for me.

008: What do you want with the virus, Starrkey?

*Starrkey smiles*

S: As soon as I get my hands on the virus, the entire world will find out.

*A commando enters as a convoy of trucks pulls up to the warehouse.*

S: Time to go to work. Play this smart, Sykes. Oscar here has just been dying to kill you.

*008 walks out with the men to a small table laid out with electronic equipment. A bald man gets out of the lead truck with ten heavily armed men, he holds a cat in one arm and a suitcase in the other. 008 is stunned.*

S: Surprised? Well, he's not who you think. If you want to find the Cat, you've been talking with him for the last ten minutes.

*008 glances back at Starrkey.*

008: Good, then I know who to unleash hell on later.

*In the warehouse, 004 and 009 have a window pried open. 009 sees the bald man put the suitcase down on the table and open it.*

009: Matt, looks like the virus is here.

004: Good. Hang on.

*004 goes to the chair he was handcuffed to and smashes it on the wall, shattering it. He takes two beroken pieces of chair and hands one to 009.*

004: Might a bit old fashioned, but it'll work fine as a weapon.

*009 nods, looking down into the hallway. She drops down and waits for 004.*

*Outside, the bald man smiles as he turns the suitcase towards Starrkey, Matchstick and 008. Two large vials of blue liquid sit.*

BM: Now, who will start the bidding?

*008 glances in the direction of Starrkey but actually focuses on some drums of gasoline. He turns back, noting the gun in Starrkey's belt.*

008: You made a deal with these men, yes?

BM: Yes, but since there have been some unforseen problems-

008: Which haven't delayed your delivery or their arrival at all.

*In the warehouse, 004 and 009 sneak towards the open doors. They see 008 talking.*

004: Hold here. The crazy wanker is up to something.

009: What do you mean?

004: Gut feeling. Just be ready.

*008 smiles.*

008: Are you interested in the deal or not?

*The bald man nods slwoly. Starrkey signals to Matchstick who brings out a large briefcase.*

008: You know something, I know the kind of men these are. They like their money, and they like hanging onto it.

*008 glances back at Starrkey.*

BM: What do you mean?

*008 suddenly grabs Starrkey's gun and shoots the bald man in the head. The other men are stunned but 008 simply smiles at Starrkey. As he does, he catches a glimpse of 004 and 009.*

008: Now you have the virus, and you keep your money.

S: I see, thank you. You have proven to be most unpredictable.

008: Oh, you have no idea.

*008 asuddenly pushes Starrkey out of the way and fires into the gasoline drums, causing a huge explosion that takes out two commandos. The twins grab the suitcase and run off.*

*004 and 009 recoil from the blast and see two machine guns laying near the doorsa as all hell breaks loose. 008 fires at Starrkey and Matchstick as the commandos fires at him. 004 and 009 take out a few of the men who came with the bald man.*

[Xenobia]

Meantime back the headquarters, Robinson bursts in.

RBN: There has been an explosive at a storage facility in Amsterdam.

003: That's gotta be Matt!

(Bryce prepares to leave)

002: Where do you think you are going? We don't know about the virus yet. We have to wait for confirmation that it is safe.

(Bryce sits down and sulks)

Meantime in Amsterdam

009: Oh geez!

008: What?

009: The twins split up! One's got the money and one has the virus.

004: Do we know which is which?

009: No. They played a shuffle game with the cases.

008: Terrific. Matt, Joyce, you go right, and I'll go left. If my twin has the money, I'll come join you.

009: How will you know?

G flashes his watch.

009: X-ray capabilities at ten feet.

004/9: AAAAAHHHH.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

008: Matchstick has some scarring on his face. Bad news is you gotta get close enough for him to kill you to see it.

004: Well, as long as you're being an optimist...

*008 smiles as several commandos advance on the warehouse. He rises up and fires several shots, running right at the commandos. 004 and 009 cover him, taking out thew commandos. 008 looks back.*

008: Whoa, it worked.

*008 shrugs happily and heads left. He sees one of the twins carrying a briefcase towards an open field.*

*004 and 009 spot the other twin heading for the steel mill.*

*008 chases the twin through the field until they get to the road. 008 fires a shot into the ground, causing the man to stop.*

008: Don't make a move. Put your hands up and turn around. Now!

*The twin stands still.*

*In the steel mill, 004 catches glimpse of the second twin and fires at him. 009 fires as well, sending the man into the shadows.*

004: You see his face?

009: No.

*008 checks his watch, aiming it at the briefcase. He sees the vials.*

008: Put the briefcase down and put your hands on top of your head. Now!

*The twin puts the briefcase down slowly and raises his hands.*

*004 and 009 head in the direction the second twin went but are knocked back by a blast of steam.*

009: Jeez!

004: You alright?

009: Fine. Game's over pal, come on out with your hands up!

*They head towards a rattling sound and find a jacket. As they stop, an engine is heard*

004: You feel that breeze?

009: Yeah, I also heard that engine start up. Lets go.

*In the field, 008 approaches the twin, glancing at the briefcase.*

008: Okay, now get down on your knees with your hands on your head.

*The twin does nothing.*

008: I don't want to kill you, but I will if you don't listen to me!

*The twin cocks his head to the side slightly. Suddenly, his hand goes to his jacket and he turns. 008 wastes no time shooting him in the chest three times, knocking him back.*

*004 and 009 get to the back of the mill as a small plane takes off. They fire at it but it gets out of range.*

004: Damn.

*In the field, 008 turns over the twin's body to reveal Matchstick. He sighs and grabs the briefcase as 004 and 009 approach.*

004: We lost him.

008: It's alright, we got the virus.

*004 and 009 exhale as 008 opens the case to reveal the vials. He frowns as he sees not the blue liquid but a mass of darkness.*

008: What the-?

*008 shakes the vial a bit and a dollar bill shows up.*

008: Oh my god.

*He frisks Matchstick and finds a cell phone.*

*In the situation room, Robinson perks up.*

R: Message coming in from 008.

M: Put it through.

*Robinson pushes a few buttons and 008's voice is heard.*

008: 008 reporting. We're heading back to HQ. Matchstick is dead but Starrkey got away. The virus is in the open.

*003 and 002 share a worried look with M.*

[Joyce Carrington]

009: I need some Scotch.

*008 and 004 look at her*

009: WHAT? I really do!

008: Matt, she's your fiancee...

004: I know.

*004 kicks 009 in the head*

009: OW!

008: Let's go and see if we can track that plane.

*they head back to the warehouse and find a car*

[Matt O'S oo4]

Scotch....

Why don't you like single malt, 009?

I just don't understand you preoccupation with blended...

Blah...

I don't know....

So, now what?

004

[Genrewriter]

*004 drives while 009 and 008 scan the sky.*

009: It's useless, we're never going to find the guy.

008: I know a way. Matt, did you get the number of the plane?

004: Yeah.

*008 takes out his cell phone and dials quickly, handing the phone to 004.*

008: Time to reach out and touch someone.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Ooooo.


Can I do that????

I haven't reached out to touch someone since....uh...

(009 gives 004 a look)

RIGHT!!.....Nevermind.

*004 taps in the code sequence.*

Its party time!

Lets see if their machine picks up....

[Genrewriter]

008: Matt, I already know about all your sordid escapades. Q-Branch has been bugging your office, house and car for the last year.

*004 and 009 look surprised.*

008: Just for a goof, guys. Honest!

004: Right.

*In the situation room, 003's cell phone rings.*

003: John Bryce, purveyor of mayhem and destruction.

*M and 002 shake their heads.*

[Xenobia]

The smile on Bryce's face says it all.

002: Excuse me ma'am I think Bryce and I have some work to do.

Bryce hangs up.

002: Where to Bryce?

003: Boots.

002: The Pharmacy?

003: Yeah, we need to get some gear.

M: That is what Q branch is for Mr. Bryce.

003: With respect ma'am, they don't have what we need.

002 and 003 leave the room with no further ado, but as soon as they are out of earshot, Xenobia puts her foot down, stopping them both.

002: If this involves Shaving cream, I am not going.

003: Where's your sense of adventure Miss St. James.

Bryce starts walking again, and Xen follows behind calling out:

002: Where's your sense of propriety Mr. Bryce!

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*003 and 002 walk down the hallway, heavily armed. M approaches them, a stern look on her face.*

M: Where are you going?

003: After the others.

M: That won't be necessary. I have a helicopter looking for them right now.

*On a lonely road, 004 stops the car.*

004: We lost him.

008: You get the number of the plane?

004: Yeah, but it's gonna be tough-

*They are interrupted by the sound of a helicopter.*

009: Oh great.

004: Behind the car! Behind the car!

*The agents scramble out of the car and hide behind it as the chopper lands. 004 looks around the fender.*

004: Wait, it's MI6.

*An agent runs up to them.*

Agent: 004, M wants you and the others back at headquarters at once for debriefing.

004: Negative, Starrkey is getting away, we have to find him.

A: I have my orders, one way or the other.

*The agent glances back at two soldiers carrying suitcases.*

*004 sighs and nods.*

004: Alright then, let's go home.

*The agents run to the chopper.*

*In the air, Starrkey's plane flies over a mountain range. Inside the plane, Starrkey takes out a phone and dials.*

S: This is Starrkey. You can tell our friend in MI6 to begin.

*In the hotel room, Asiaq hangs up the phone and takes out a cell phone of her own, dialing a few numbers.*

[Xenobia]

*At the MI6 HQ, Xenobia hangs back just outside the door, as the helicopter lands. The door closes behind her, after she makes sure she can open it back up again.*

*003 rushes to greet 004. Yes, double-oh agents know the risks, but it doesn't make them any less human*

003: You know if you had just used the shaving cream, like I told you....

004: That would have meant putting down the Scotch!

003: Drastic times call for drastic measures.

*As the banter continues, G goes to Xenobia. Xenobia hugs him and then starts to play catch-up*

002: What happened to Starrkey?

008: No clue. He got away. We tried to follow, but evidently M would rather have us back here, then Starrkey in custody.

002: Who says we can't have both. As a matter of fact, let's head down to the situation room to make that happen.

*Xenobia tries to open the door, but it's locked.*

008: *smirks* Forgot your key?

002: This isn't funny G. I made sure the door was opened when I let it close.

*G points to the ledge*

008: Maybe he has a key.

-- Xenobia

[Genrewriter]

*002 looks up to see a shadowy figure on the ledge above the door. She and 008 pull their guns at the same time.*

008: Freeze right there!

002: Put your hands up!

*003 and 004 react quickly, drawing their guns. 009 does the same as the shadowy figure freezes.*

003: Well, you got him frozen. Now what?

008: Come on down, slowly. Make any sudden moves and we'll be the last thing you ever see.

*The figure slowly comes down but suddenly reaches for something. 004 fires once, hitting the figure in the leg. The stranger falls to the cement where 002 and 008 pin him down and grab the arms as the stranger struggles. She breaks loose but 003 spin-kicks the attacker down as the door is broken down by two security men.*

008: About time. Who is this guy?

002: Wrong gender.

*008 glances over and sees that the attacker is Asiaq.*

*In an interrogation room, 004, 009 and 008 sit with M and Robinson.*

R: 003 and 002 are talking to the girl.

008: Good, when do we get back to work?

M: When I say so. Would you mind explaining to me how you managed to let Starrkey get away?

008: He switched the virus during the purchase and used his brother as a decoy. It's not my fault his parents had twins.

M: Sarcasm is not high on my wisdh list, 008. I had expected you three to make at the very least an arrest before coming back in.

004: As I recall your helicopter made it pretty clear that you desired the pleasure of our company.

M: Because the situation has changed.

009: Changed? The only thing that's changed are the stakes. A madman we can't find is out there with a virus and God knows what he plans to with it. Not to mention the mole-

M: Exactly what I wanted to speak with you about. 008, how exactly did you come into contact with Oscar Matchstick?

*Robinson places a tape recorder on the table and presses record. 008 sighs, as do tyhe others.*

008: After the inital attack I checked out 00*'s recent calls.

R: Why?

008: I thought there might be something in there related to the attack, seeing as he vanished without a trace shortly thereafter. You suspected him of something, didn't you?

M: No, not at all. He was working undercover for me. Trying to see if he could find the mole inside MI6.

*The agentsd share a glance.*

M: For the past few months, we've been noticing a rather steep drop in successful missions. Nothing too alarming, but it warranted attention. I sent 00* to investigate and he got as far as a man named alexander Starrkey.

004: What his story?

M: Former Navy SEAL, wanted in the US for treason. He apparently sold some rather impressive military hardware to a terrorist group and used the funds to purchase a pharmecutical company in Alaska. He also purchased some pet stores and converted them into factories.

008: The one 002 and I found.

M: Yes. We suspect he's tied in with the attack and got his information through an insider.

009: Any leads as to who it is?

R: Not as of yet. Whomever it is covers their tracks very well.

M: First order of business is to track down Starrkey and the virus, we can look for the mole when this is resolved.

004: Somehow I think the two will end up coming at us at the same time. Charkles, I can get you the number of the plane, cross reference it with any airports Starrkey has used.

008: Aright, let's get started.

M: First I want you cleared by medical.

*008 nods.*

*Later in Dr. Warmflash's office, 008 stands and heads for the door.*

W: Clean bill of health.

008: Thank you.

*Molly hesitates.*

W: I'm glad you're alright.

*008 smiles.*

008: That makes two of us.

*008 leaves. As soon as he's gone, Dr. Warmflash sighs and picks up the phone.*

*In his plane, Starrkey glances over as his cell phone bveeps. He looks at it and sees a message that reads: ASIAQ INSIDE, NOONE ONTO ME YET. PROCEED WITH OPERATION CATNAP.*

*Starrkey smiles and puts the plane on autopilot, grabbing the phone. He hooks it up to a keyboard and types quickly.*

*A hand holds a cell phone as a message comes out that reads: STARRKEY-AFFIRMATIVE. PREPARE FOR 2ND WAVE ATTACK.*

*The phone is shut off and placed into a pocket. We see the owner of the phone, Molly Warmflash.*

[Xenobia]

*Molly Warmflash whirls around as she hears someone sigh*

004: I think, ultimately, you wanted to get caught.

MW: I don't know what you are talking about.

004: Your mobile. Every mobile phone used in this building is traced. We couldn't get a lock on Starrkey, but we certainly found you.

MW: Did you?

*Warmflash creates a warm flash -- a smoke screen via pellet that she had in her pocket, which denotated when it hit the floor. When the smoke clears, she is gone.*

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 walks into Warmflash's office and sees 004 standing there*

009: Oh hey, honey, what are you doing here?

*he looks at her*

009: Oh, you're alone here?

*he rolls his eyes*

*009 frowns*

009: What, you want to play doct-

004: Warmflash is the mole.

009: What?

004: I'll explain later. Come on, we have to warn the others.

*they quickly leave the office*

[Genrewriter]

*004 sees 008 and rushes up to him.*

004: Wait!

008: What is it?

004: Bad news. It's Molly.

008: What?

004: She's the mole, Jason. She's the mole!

*008 is stunned. Before he can react, a blaring siren starts up. M's voice is heard over an intercom.*

M: Attention, we are now in a state of lockdown. Three attack helicopters are heading for MI6.

*008 draws his gun, as do 009 and 004.*