The Baxter Files 3: Zorgien Tech

The third and final book to the series The Baxter Files, Zorgien Tech was based on an idea my cousin had for a series of books he and his brother were going to do, I have further developed those ideas to fit with the story and create the last book of The Baxter Files. Minor and major modifications have been made to this story that brings together a series of old enemies together as partners in crime. ‘Spies of Anoronia’ was a book by my cousin, Caleb. It was before Black had joined MI7 and Harry was just a 005 agent. 001 and 002 were sent on a mission to destroy a base in Iceland run by mad professor Anga who was trying to get his Zorgien robots to take over the world, he was killed along with his assistant, Carter. Zorgien Tech has been taken over by another person hoping to sell everyone the robots that have now been programmed to clean houses.

For that reason I have dedicated this book to my cousins Ciaran and Caleb, love you guys.

The Baxter Files
3
Harry strapped the wrist-blade onto his arm. It was a new development and he was privileged enough to try it out on his mission. He ran out of the garage tip and slid down the mound of rubbish and what not, directly down the slope was a man in an orange jumper writhing in agony. The mask had already found his target. Harry got out an ear-phone and spoke into it. “Charlie, I found the victim, he’s already been intoxicated. Send a medic to collect him now!” he rang off and scanned the heap for movement. Suddenly he saw a figure going down the side of the mound, wearing a grey suit and a brown tattered mask. Harry left the intoxicated man and ran off in pursuit. He rounded the mound and cut the corner never taking his eye off the mask.
Harry ran up a heap of rocky sand above him and jumped down on him, bringing the wrist-blade down on his shoulder, the man grunted and the two fell down the heap of rocky sand, rolling over and sliding to the bottom. The mask cursed and intercepted Harry, catching him on the jaw with his foot. Harry ignored his cut lip and tried to swing the wrist-blade across the mask’s arm; he dodged and reached out with his huge, wired metal hand, the needles of fingers inches from Harry’s face. Harry ducked and then threw himself sideways to avoid the gas that came out the end of those needles. The mask swung his fist into Harry’s shoulder causing him to fall down the slope of sand while the mask got away to continue his killing spree which had now reached 3...

Zorgien Tech

Part 1
Black and White

Zach paced around his office waiting for Harry to return from his mission, he had been sent to the suspected location of the mask’s next crime. He was the founder of MI7 and had become increasingly arrogant and unappreciative since the three main events of the last 2 years, there was the criminal company lead by Will Thimble, who was killed by Harry 4 months ago. After that was the Organisation problem in which Harry reported Black was killed by Flint. And now a masked serial killer was on the loose, having killed five people already Harry was sent to the location of the next murder to prevent even more deaths. MI7 had developed a nick name for him which was the mask, it was a lot easier than saying the-man who-always-wears-a-mask-on-his-head-while-killing-people when they referred to him.
The office door swung open and Harry walked in, one hand bandaged and a cut lip. The mask was a good fighter unlike Will. “I arrived there too late,” said Harry, “the man had already been intoxicated.”
“Was he sent into hospital?”
“No, sir he...he didn’t make it.” Zach looked down. The mask killed each person in the exact same way, a dose of green looking gas and the victim would back away from anyone as if they were a monster. “Get out of my office,” snarled Zach. Harry tilted his head and walked out closing the door behind him. Charlie was waiting on the other side, “how did it go?” he asked.
“Badly,” said Harry grimly, “he won’t listen to anyone; I think we’re alone in this one Charlie.”
“We have Holly.”
Harry’s eyebrows rose in amusement, “Charlie, all she can do is hack computers and taser people.” Suddenly Harry’s body jerked and he performed a series of electrified spasms before crashing to the floor; Holly was behind him, holding a taser. “What’s wrong with tasering people?” she asked innocently. Harry muttered something his breath and Charlie helped him to his feet.
“Anyway,” said Holly, “today we chose our new detective.”
“We’ve got Ross,” said Charlie. Holly just looked at him and raised her eyebrows. “Point taken!” he said before they all went into the auditions room.
*
“Next!” shouted Harry at the man dressed in a clown’s suit. Charlie had his head in his hands and Holly was nearly asleep. “How much longer to we have to put up with these clowns?” said Harry.
Charlie laughed. “Ha ha, that’s funny, cause’ clowns. And that guy was a-” Harry hit him with his rolled up audition paper and called in the next contestant. In came a man in his late twenty’s with brown hair, blue eyes and a brown suit. Charlie turned to Harry.
“I don’t like him; he’s got brown hair and blue eyes!”
“Shut up, it’s either him or the clown, what do you think Holly?” Holly at that precise moment was gazing at the newcomer her chin resting on her hand, they might as well be talking to a horse. Harry sighed and looked at the newcomer.
“Name?”
“Jake White.”
Harry looked at Charlie, “why do all detectives have to have a colour in their name? I just about lived with ‘Black,’ and now we’ve got a White.” He turned back to Jake.
“Skills?”
“Knife throwing, gun sharpshooter, assassin techniques, martial arts, stealth specialist, helicopter flyer-”
“You’re hired!” stated Holly.
“What?!” shouted Harry and Charlie.
“Since when could you accurately throw knives?”
Harry slowly went into his pocket, “since...” He drew a knife and threw it at the ceiling, “now!” The knife cut the wire holing up the light and the room was plunged into darkness.
Harry’s voice was gritted when he spoke. “You’re hired.”
*
Harry, Charlie, Holly, Amy and Jake walked down the corridor; their footsteps were in slow motion as if they were getting on a space shuttle, they all wore deadly serious expressions on their face. Suddenly Miriam appeared out of the control room. “Can you lot hurry up, we’re on a schedule.” The five broke out of the ‘dramatic walk’ ran to the control room where Miriam was waiting in the control chair.
“OK, I’ll get straight to the point,” she said, getting straight to the point, “there have been three murders all of similar origin, each victim had suffered an overdose of some sort of drug, up until now we thought it was just an ordinary drug, we were wrong.”
“In what way?” asked Jake, Harry closed his mouth as Jake had got in before him.
“Well detective, the gas the mask used is some sort of hallucination gas. The victim experiences supernatural visions on real things, so Harry’s eyes might be on fire, or Amy’s tongue might be like a snake, or the walls might be weaving in and out.” Harry stroked his chin, and then realised Jake was also doing it and stopped quickly.
“What you need to do is find out the pattern of these murders-”
“Done.” Everyone looked at Jake, who addressed Miriam. All the people who have been murdered are leaders of major companies.” Harry realised he was right.
“The first murder was Robert Marlow, and if I’m correct he was the runner of K.I.L.L.”
K.I.L.L was a group of power-hungry scientist trying to infiltrate MI7; it was lead by Dr Kill, who died in an MI7 raid. His successor, Robert Marlow took over and MI7 and K.I.L.L had been arch nemesis ever since. Jake was right, K.I.L.L was now immobilized.
“So we should be thanking the mask then?” said Holly doubtfully.
“Maybe,” said Jake, “but the second murder was another leader of a company, White Swan.”
White Swan was an organisation that dealt with people that knew too much about K.I.L.L; they wiped their memories and ‘reprogrammed’ them the way they wanted. K.I.L.L owned White Swan for a time before the runners of it broke free of their grasp and started again wiping the memories of people that had lost close ones; they had been trying to help but with illegal means.
“The leader, Don Ce Charvelsir,” continued Jake “was killed eight days ago in his own lab. This means that the mask has always infiltrated the security of the companies and pretended to be part of it.”
“So who was the gentleman killed today?” asked Charlie.
“He was, unless I am mistaken, Travis Halo. The owner of Weapons Enterprises, a group of people who make and sell weapons. That leaves only one major company to go.”
“...Oh no...” breathed Amy, “first K.I.L.L.
“White Swan.”
“Weapons Enterprises.”
“And then V.I.R.U.S!” said Harry bolting out the door, followed closely by Charlie, Amy and Jake. Holly stayed where she was.
Harry raced to his black car parked outside and swiftly started the engine, Charlie got in the passenger’s seat and Amy and Jake went into the back. The car roared into life and skidded out of MI7. Harry dodged traffic and drifted round a corner narrowly missing a cyclist; he cut the corner and raced down the bumpy track to one side. Charlie hit his head against the window as Harry skidded to a stop outside V.I.R.U.S.
Veda was in the science lab, they were doing a new experiment, the bonding of atoms through a gun. Suddenly Harry, Charlie, Amy and a man she had never seen before burst into the room. “Veda, you’re in danger!” shouted Amy, Veda did not like Amy, she had kicked her in the face once and she remembered that terrifying drop in the cable-cart
“Of course I’m not in danger, we’re trying out a new experiment, and we’re trying to get two atoms to bond within a gun so the result can be fired out as a weapon. Watch.” Before Harry could do anything, Veda clicked her fingers and a line of ten or so men stood to attention, they all had visors on them covering their whole face and each had a small strange looking gun.
“3.2.1. Fire!” shouted Veda. The men each fired their gun and a spiral of red energy came out of all the barrels.
“One more time, let’s go!” shouted Veda, and the men loaded their guns again.
“3.2.1. Fire!” Each man fired his gun except one who turned to Veda, with a cry, Charlie ran in front of Veda just as the man fired. Charlie was surrounded by red light and sent flying to the other side of the room. Harry ran over to Charlie and Jake and Amy tried to tackle the man who had fired, who was now taking off the visor and slipping a mask over his head instead, but he did it so fast they didn’t see his face.
The mask threw off his lab clothes and swiped out a gun which he fired at Jake, he dived and the shot hit a pipe behind him, steam hissed out and then Jake had an idea. Amy tried to kick the mask but he caught her foot and spun her round catching her halfway through by the neck. He brought out his needle hand and sprayed her with the hallucination gas. Amy slumped to the floor.
The masked man stepped back. He had red eyes and his mask seemed to be quivering, he drew a knife from his suit and lent down near to her, a forked tongue slid out of his mouth as he brought the knife close to her face. And then suddenly, someone swung their fist into the masked man’s face knocking the knife away. The man bent down and looked at her. There was green slime dripping from his mouth.
Amy had been intoxicated, Jake could tell. He turned to the mask and took out his gun, he fired a shot, not at the mask but at the pipe behind him, steam hissed out and enveloped the mask who fell to the floor coughing. Jake waited for the smoke to clear, when it did the mask was gone, he had put two of them out of action in two minutes, did they really stand a chance against this person? Jake wished his old friend Black was here, they could have made the perfect team. Black and White.
...Black and White...

Part 2
Cheating death

Harry sat beside Charlie’s bed. He had a broken arm and was in a coma, the doctors could not tell when he was going to come out of it. Amy had been sent to an emergency extraction unit to extract the gas from her system.
Jake came through the door, Harry looked at him.
“Thank you,” he said
“For what?” Jake asked, puzzled.
“For saving Amy’s life, I just hope that Charlie comes out of this state, we’ve known each other for six years, and it can’t end now!” Harry shouted. Jake laid a hand on his shoulder and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
*
Amy sat twirling her thumbs on a chair in the confidential room; she had been cured of her strange hallucinations over two hours ago and was awaiting Miriam’s return with her daily injections she had to take every 13 hours, to get the venom completely out of her body. Miriam came through and sat down beside her stroking her arm, Charlie’s condition had shocked her almost as much as Harry and she was trying as best she could to hide it. Without a word she gave the injection to Amy who rolled up her sleeve and raised the needle, she winced as the point went into her arm and the anti-venom flowed into her bloodstream.
Jake came through the door, completely ignored them and went over to the desk in the corner of the room, Miriam and Amy watched as he rustled through some papers to withdraw a large sheet of card which he stuck to the wall. On the card were pictures of some people Amy recognised and some she didn’t, Jake turned to them.
“Right, we have two opinions. We can either sit here and morn Charlie doing nothing about the mask or the murders, or we can start guessing who he is and try to stop anyone else getting killed.”
He was right, and they all knew it. Jake went over to the card and pointed to a man on it with black hair and dark shades, the biker or as they now knew him, Jack.
“Jack...er...I don’t know his second name actually. Anyway, Jack was a hired criminal working for Will to kill Harry, last we saw him, he was in Manchester. It is possible that he came back and is seeking revenge in us for spoiling his plans.”
“No,” said Miriam, “he isn’t the kind of person to do things subtly and the mask is a better fighter.”
Jake crossed him off and pointed to a picture of another man who Amy recognised as Brook. Jake went on.
“Brook has been working with V.I.R.U.S for 12 years now and seems to have developed a love for dangerous experiments, he may have bitten off more than he could chew and succumbed to some sort of side-effect that urged him to invent an incredibly dangerous gas and kill all the major company owners and work his way to Veda so he could...maybe not.” Jake crossed him off and pointed to a man with black hair and green eyes in an enormous jacket that held all kinds of weapons, Nefrine.
“This is Nefrine-”
“Nefrine is dead, Black threw a bundle of dynamite at him in the mines,” Amy suddenly said.
Jake looked annoyed, “...but...”
“He’s dead!” shouted Amy and ripped the picture of Nefrine off the card.
“OK,” said Jake, “next we have Black, he may want revenge-”
Amy stormed out the room, “Amy...” Miriam began and ran after her. After a moment’s pause, Jake started clearing away the card and went out the office, the picture of Nefrine and Black left discarded on the floor...
*
Jake had agreed to meet Harry, Holly and Amy back at V.I.R.U.S after he had done some research, Harry and Holly were already at V.I.R.U.S but Amy had been called to help Miriam with some research of their own. Harry approached Veda.
“Hello Veda,” he said,
“Er...hello Harry,” responded Veda doubtfully.
“I presume you know the situation about the murders.”
“Yes.”
“Can you think of anything all the companies have in common?” Veda thought and then shrugged,
“Well, they all had contact with each other so every single company knew what the other was doing-” It snapped into place like a switch. Harry swiped out his mobile and phoned Jake.
“Jake, I know why the mask is murdering the company owners; he wants all contact with the other companies out! The only company that has not stopped is Zorgien Tech. Meet me at V.I.R.U.S now!”
He made the same phone call to Holly and Zach. Then he went over to a man in the corner of the room.
“Brook, we need someone fast and agile, possibly with a huge poisonous tail and snake fangs thrown in.” Brook nodded.
“My fangs are at your service.”
Harry ran outside and opened the boot of his car, inside was the wrist-blade which he snapped on his wrist. He saw a car approaching and realised it was Jake, with Holly and Zach in the back. Jake got out and Zach came straight up to Harry.
“You had better be right about this Baxter,” he snarled.
“I’m positive, the mask is obviously working for someone, and my guess is its Carter.”
“But Carter was killed along with Anga by the bomb that spies 002 and 001 planted eight years ago, you know this.”
“We heard and saw the blast but we didn’t find the body of Carter. We thought it might have been burned to ash but my guess is that he somehow escaped the blast and fled for eight years, we were told the remaining robots had been programmed to clean houses so we let the company start up again, but we never met the new owner, Carter. He’s working on something he wants no one to know about but all the companies are informed when another company stars something new, destroy all the companies and no one knows. ”
Zach observed Harry before finally nodding, “it does make sense, but who is the mask?” Harry tilted his head.
“Presumably someone else that’s cheated death.”
*
The car screeched round a corner and all the people inside, Harry, Miriam, Zach, Jake, Brook and Amy held on to avoid being flung out the window. They slowed as the neared the huge building that was Zorgien Tech. It was completely green and had enormous glass windows everywhere All of the agents, six altogether, walked up to the gate. Harry told Jake, Holly, Brook and Miriam to wait outside in case anything went wrong while he, Zach and Amy went inside. They pushed the gate open and proceeded into Zorgien Tech.

Part 3
Partners in crime.

“And remember, wherever you are, your robot will clean up after you!”
The spokesman sagged as the camera stopped broadcasting and then sagged even more when he saw the three people coming toward him. He put on a wonky smile, “can I help you?”
“Yes, we would like to have a word with the owner of this company.”
“I’m afraid-”
“No is not an option.” The man groaned and went over to the desk in the middle if the room; he pressed a button and spoke into a microphone.
“We have some visitors who want to see Mr Carter.”
“What are their names?”Came the reply. The spokesman turned to Harry who told him their names.
“Harry Baxter, Amy Springlust, and Zach Willow.”
There was a pause and then the voice said, “Proceed.”
Harry, Amy and Zach walked up the stairs slipping their guns out as they did so. The stairs led to one room, only one. Harry turned the knob and walked inside. The room was empty, it had test tubes everywhere and on a desk at the back of a room was a green bubbling liquid. Harry was about to run out when the door slammed and the mask stepped out, he had been at the back and no one had noticed. He did not try to intercept them but walked over to the tube of liquid and picked it up.
“Lovely stuff eh?” he said.
Zach raised his gun but the mask tossed the tube at him which exploded in a mass of green smoke, Zach sank to the floor, quivering. He had been intoxicated.
Harry stepped forward.
“We are here to see Carter and to put a stop to all of this.”
“And how will you do that, with Charlie in a coma and Zach intoxicated and Black out of the team you have no one to back you.” He saw the surprise on Harry’s face and laughed.
“Oh yes, Harry Baxter. I have been in your shadow ever since you left for Glasgow; don’t you want to know who I am?” Harry held his breath as the metallic hand went up to the mask and grabbed to top, he pulled off the mask.
His face was normal, on one side. The other was a mass of muscle, back teeth were visible and his eye was exposed to its socket. But Harry recognised the normal side: Nefrine.
“When Black shot the dynamite I was holding my hand was blown off, I was flung backwards and cloths caught on fire, burning I managed to keep clear of the explosion and I realised the rocks blocking the exit had been blown clear, I ran for them just as the piles of dynamite exploded. I looked back for a second and the fire engulfed the side of my face. I fell on the ground, completely hopeless, my face bleeding freely.”
Then he came, Carter saved me. He dragged me out of the mines and treated me here, he made this mechanical hand: he told me his story, of how he managed to use one of the robots for cover during a bomb blast and then leap clear of the bomb, he was blown back of course but the only damage he undergone was a broken arm. He ran and hid for eight years and then started the company again. He told me he wanted revenge on MI7, the same thing I wanted. He created the fear toxin to kill all the other company workers so no one knew what we were planning.”
“Quite right.” The voice came from behind them, Carter stepped into the room, he had brown hair and glasses. Harry knew he had to do something, but what?
“Harry Baxter and Zach Willow. It’s been a long time.”
“What are you planning?”
“I’m afraid that’s a secret, one that we will keep.” Nefrine drew a gun from his jacket and loaded it, just as there was a knock on the door, Carter turned round to get the full force of Brook’s punch. He stumbled back, his glasses twisted. Brook was in his DNA form and his huge tail smashed all the tubes of liquid. Nefrine fired and Brook ducked in incoming bullet just as Miriam fired her gun, it hit the green tube of gas on his mechanical hand and the gas sprayed through the crack into Nefrine’s face. He fell back clutching the hand to his chest. He looked at Brook.
The huge red beast was breathing fire, and Carter was on the floor, he had thrown away his glasses to reveal his eyes, glowing blue and shimmering, Carter grabbed him and shoved him out the door with his claw hands.
Brook picked up Zach and turned to Harry.
“I’ll take him to hospital, you and Holly get Carter.” Brook climbed through the window and jumped to the ground landing safely.
Harry snapped his wrist-blade and Holly loaded her gun. They both ran down the stairs where Carter was injecting Nefrine with an antidote. Holly fired and hit a massive pipe next to him which started leaking. Harry jumped down and brought the wrist-blade across Carter’s face sending him sprawling across the floor. Nefrine got up and fired a shot at Harry, which he ducked and fired back, his shot would have hit if Nefrine hadn’t ducked behind the spokesman who fell to the floor dead. Carter lunged for the desk and pressed a huge button.
“It starts,” he breathed.
Harry looked at Holly and then back to Carter. “What starts?”
“Everybody who has bought a Zorgen robot will now be intoxicated; all around the world people will be dying through fear.”

Norway
5:35
“So I told him I’d rather die than marry you.”
“Understandable”
The two women were talking over dinner, a robot came round and offered them a drink, suddenly the robot’s eyes turned red and it held out its arm and sprayed the room with gas, the two women fell to the floor completely intoxicated.

America
5:42
A robot came out of the house carrying a cake for the birthday boy, the boy squealed with delight at the sight of the enormous thing. The robot set it down and the boy started eating, the robot’s eyes grew red and gas came out of its hand. The boy started screaming at the cake which had now turned to a ball of fire.

Manchester
5:55
John Callow was sitting in his couch at home. He had given up his dirty dealings and had got into detective work, he had solver one crime, but it didn’t really count since he was the murderer. Where was that robot? He had asked it to bring his supper ages ago. He got up and went into the kitchen; the robot was waiting for him. As soon as he stepped in, the gas came out, and the screaming began.
*
Harry dodged an attack from Nefrine and ran over to the machine; it was pumping a green liquid through some pipes. To the robots ready to be converted into gas.
“Quite cleaver don’t you think?” said Carter. “All the robots are connected to this machine via one small object inside it.” Carter ran for the door followed by Nefrine.
“I think I’ll take the train to London now. That’s where the MI7 base is isn’t it? If I’m correct, directly underneath that is a sewer. Imagine what would happen if any of this got into the pipes.” With a laugh, Carter and Nefrine fled the building.
Harry and Holly ran over to the machine. “How do we stop this thing?” shouted Holly.
“I don’t know,” responded Harry, “we need to get it open somehow.” There was a pause. Then Holly got out her taser and without warning she fired it at the machine. Harry jumped back.
“What the heck did you do that for?” he shouted, but the machine suddenly sparked and then the plaiting at the bottom fell away. Harry grinned and looked inside.
“Oh hell.”
Wired up to thousands of wires was a single green glowing crystal. The purpose of the Quantaniam was revealed, there must have been other Quantaniam inside the Zorgans, the machine was filled with the gas they needed to spray, and the crystal must be have been linking them all together, so when a new liquid was added to the machine, the crystal attached itself to it and the formula was sent to every robot as well.
“Holly, we need to destroy the Quantaniam.”
“But what about the people, they’ve already been gassed.”
Harry thought hard and tried to come up with an answer. None came. Suddenly his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hi Harry.” The voice was familiar but he didn’t care about that right now.
“I am aware of the situation; here is what you need to do.”
Harry listened hard.
“Carter always keeps antidotes for his formulas, in case he or Nefrine gets intoxicated by mistake. At the far corner of the room is a huge container with a blue liquid. Pour this liquid into a test tube.”
Harry grabbed a tube from the desk and ran over to said container. There it was. He quickly smashed it with his gun and caught some in the tube.
“Now, go and pour some into the container attached to the crystal.”
Harry ran to the crystal and poured the antidote in the container.
“Now, detach all the green wires from the crystal, this will stop the Zorgans producing the gas.”
Harry got out a knife and cut all of the green wires from the Quantaniam.
“Now attached the blue wires and let the antidote be sucked in.” The caller hung up.
Harry found the blue wires and attached them to the crystal. Then he put one of the wires inside the tube of antidote. The blue liquid was sucked up and the green crystal turned blue.
All around the world the Zorgans stopped spraying the gas and started spraying the blue antidote at the people, curing them of the hallucinations. Harry punched the air and gave a ‘whoop.’
“Harry, MI7!” Holly shouted. She was right; they had to get there before Carter to save MI7 and all the agents. Now it wasn’t the world they were trying to save.
It was home.

Part 4
One last mission

Charlie walked around MI7; he had awoken from his coma an hour ago and had just been informed of the situation. He had already gathered a group of assassins and agents to hold MI7 should Harry fail his mission to stop Carter getting on the train. Jake was to guard the sewer underneath HQ, with him would be Holly and Miriam. Zach had been cured and was to secure the Quantaniam.
*
Carter slipped inside the office of the train conductor; he was at his desk typing the train appointments.
“When does the train leave for London?” Carter asked.
The man looked up, “you have not authority to be-” Carter pointed a gun at him.
“Cancel the train to London.” The man pressed a button and spoke into a microphone.
“All trains to London are cancelled.”
“Good,” said Carter as he shot the man. He and Nefrine-who was wearing his mask- waited until the train came into the station, everybody going to London had gone home as they thought it was cancelled, he and Nefrine got on the train. Nefrine went straight to the driver.
“Do you steer this train?” the driver looked nervous, “yes.”
“Can you programme it to go to London automatically?”
“Well, I don’t really drive the train, it just follows the track to-” he was shot down before he could continue. Carter went into the driver’s carriage while Nefrine waited in a passenger seat.
Harry ran into the station just as the train was about to leave, he threw himself at the back and caught hold of the rail sticking out. He hauled himself over and opened the door. Nefrine looked up just as Harry burst in. He whipped out his gun and fired but Harry threw himself sideways and the bullet smashed a window.
Harry went to Nefrine, punching him on the jaw, Nefrine tried to elbow him but Harry ducked and slashed the wrist-blade over his face, Nefrine roared and stumbled back clutching the burnt side of his face. Harry took the moment and drove a kick into Nefrine’s chest. He was sent back into the next carriage, Harry went after him. Nefrine waited for Harry to get into the carriage before smacking him in the jaw, Harry was taken by surprise and fell on the floor. Nefrine grabbed his head and drove it into the glass window, cracking it. Harry fell to all fours and Nefrine kicked him, once, twice.
Harry rolled the third kick and pulled Nefrine down to the ground pulling himself up at the same time. Then he noticed the huge glass window above him. He threw himself to one side at the same time shooting a bullet at the window. Nefrine looked up as the shower of glass fell down upon him. Harry leaped forward, picked the cut Nefrine up and threw him at a window. The window cracked and Nefrine fell under it, Harry shot the window and another shower of glass fell upon Nefrine. This time, he didn’t get up.
Harry ran into the driver’s carriage, to find no one driving the train. Suddenly someone grabbed Harry’s shoulder and pushed him toward the front window. Harry crashed through and found himself on the front of the train. Carter stepped out to a wild look in his eye. He tried to kick Harry’s hands away but Harry swung himself up and kicked him in his own turn. Carter fell backwards and crawled up the slope on top on the train, Harry crawled after him.
Carter made it to the top and shakily stood up while Harry ran at him. He tried to kick but Carter caught the foot and twisted it, Harry yelled and kicked free at the same time punching Carter in the nose, he stumbled back and reached inside his jacket bringing out two green test tubes with the gas in, one in each hand. He threw the first one and Harry leapt forward and the tube exploded behind him. Carter raised his hand to throw the other but Harry grabbed his wrist and Carter let the tube go. Harry threw Carter a distance away from him and delivered a punch that snapped Carter’s head back.
“I came here on one last mission!” shouted Harry, as he walked toward Carter.
“To stop you.” The train went into a black tunnel and the world darkened around them.
Carter spat blood and struggled to his feet, “then that is the mission you will fail,” he snarled. “You and all your little friends!” Carter got out a gun and aimed it at Harry.
“This is for you Anga,” he said, but with all his attention focused on Harry, he failed to notice the lose cable sticking out of the ceiling ahead of them. Harry saw it and dropped to the ground just as it whizzed over his head. Carter’s eyes widened and he tried to duck also but the cable was too low and struck Carter in the face. Sparks came flying from the cable and Carter was sent spinning off the train and onto the tracks below. Harry stood there, watching Carter’s body get smaller and smaller as the train moved on...
*
Charlie, Zach Amy and Miriam were anxiously waiting for the train to come into the station, there was a bleep and soon train tracks could be heard. The train pulled in and the driver’s door opened. There was Harry Baxter, cut, bruised and proud. When he saw Charlie, his face lit up and the two men embraced while Amy, Miriam and Zach looked on. There was a sudden movement from inside the train, Harry turned round and saw Nefrine get to his feet, he aimed a gun at Harry and there was a ‘BANG.’ Harry closed his eyes just as Zach threw himself in front of him taking the bullet. Nefrine cursed and dived out a window running out of the station. Harry, Charlie, Miriam and Amy knelt beside Zach.
He looked up at Harry.
“Harry...for what it’s worth...” Zach saluted him, and gave him a small black wallet. Then his head lolled back. Harry opened the wallet and found a single white card inside it, the card that certified he was the MI7 boss and head. Harry got to his feet, and gave the card to Charlie.
“Here, you’re a much better leader than I am.” Then he turned to Amy.
“You really are the smartest detective of all time; I think you’ll turn out to be a great agent.”
Then he turned to Charlie again.
“I’ve had my time, I’m quitting MI7, and I’m going to try and start a normal life. Away from all this, in Glasgow. I guess I still have one last mission,” he said turning to Miriam and taking her hand, “but I think I’ve already accomplished that.”
Miriam smiled and let her hand slip out of Harry’s, she and Amy walked out of the station leaving Charlie and Harry.
“And by the way,” said Harry, “thanks for helping me deactivate that machine; I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Charlie looked confused, “I didn’t.” Harry was silent. He now knew that there had been someone in his shadow ever since he arrived back at MI7.
“Oh well, let’s go.” He and Charlie walked out of the station together, ready to start again. A man in a black suit with a black hat and black gloves walked slowly over to where they had just been standing, he had achieved his mission, now there was only one person to watch over...

-3 weeks later-

Part 5
Where now?

Harry sat in a deck chair in Glasgow; he enjoyed life without having to go on a mission every day. He still missed Charlie and Amy, he even thought about Jake every now and again. He remembered Holly and her trusty taser. She would properly be a 001 agent by now. When they had started she had been a 007, the worst there is. Miriam came through and set a drink of orange juice by the table before she too sat down. Life was going to be sweet from now on.
*
The new head of MI7 walked into his office briskly followed by the top agent, Holly. The head sat down and started sorting through some papers.
“Any updates on the location of Nefrine?” asked the head.
“Negative, Charlie,” said Holly, “it’s as if he just faded from existence.” Charlie thought for a moment before calling in his top detective, Jake came into the room holding some papers.
“I just got the new report; I think we got a picture of Nefrine, he’s in the south.” Charlie smiled.
“Excellent.”
*
Amy walked outside her house having heard a noise in the street. She tied up her gown and quickly jogged into the street. She ran down the dusk covered road and saw a man running away with black cloths, black gloves and a black hat.
“You’ve been here haven’t you? All this time, watching over us.”
The man stopped and turned around, he took off his hat.
“Well I couldn’t leave you alone now could I?” he said.
“It was you who made the phone call to Harry weren’t it, Black?”
Black nodded then started to walk away. Amy ran after him. “You don’t expect after all this time I’m just gonna let run away again?”
“Amy, I can’t ask you to come with me.”
“Which is why you won’t have to, we’re a team.” Black grinned as Amy ran up to him.
“So, where now?” she asked.
“I figured we could track down Nefrine since your new detective is busy following a fake source.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
Then they walked off, into the dusty street. Not knowing what dangers they were going to face, only knowing they were going to face them together...