The imposing, jagged cliffs, which led to MI5’s secret lair, were sliced by a smooth, black tarmac road.  As Kirstie zoomed down the road, as fast as a bullet, she could feel the petrol tank vibrating on her black, shiny motorbike.  With the visor up on her glossy, black helmet, decorated with bright orange and red flames, she could hear the wind whistling past her ears.  In her mirrors, Kirstie could see a trail of thick, white smoke blasting from the exhaust behind her. Kirstie was wearing a dark, smooth leather all in one and heavy leather gloves.  When on the road with her trusted bike – Kirstie could achieve anything, as she was the top MI5 agent on the force!

Kirstie’s bike was no ordinary bike – it was a completely unique, one-off model of Honda Fire Blade 900cc. It had been adapted and customised to suit the work of an MI5 agent. The motorbike had many hidden gadgets that made it unique. These included a Taser, to electrify the enemy, concealed in the headlight of the bike, specific voice activated software to control the bike with no hands, on the rear of the bike an oil spray/stinger/smoke screen to prevent people pursuing you and finally in a secret compartment on the petrol tank, a gravelling hook to help you ascend tall buildings or terrain.

As Kirstie approached the entrance of the familiar tunnel, she could see the dimly lit, orange glow from the lights.  After travelling one kilometre – halfway through the tunnel – Kirstie swerved to take the camouflaged, sharp left turn that led to MI5’s Headquarters.  She was on her way back to Headquarters, to share the great news with all her fellow agents, after successfully completing her last mission.  As Kirstie walked away from her parked motorbike, two figures emerged from out of nowhere and hurled a gas bomb at Kirstie’s feet. She heard glass shattering and a slow hiss. A putrid pumpkin and stale socks stench ascended into the air around her. Before she knew what was happening, she blacked out and plummeted to the floor.

It was many hours until Kirstie finally woke up. She slowly opened up her bleary eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the darkness. Kirstie felt sleepy and groggy, her head was pounding like a drum. Soon her eyes got used to the dark and she began to make out some shapes around her. At first she thought they were boulders but then…one of them moved!

Kirstie quickly realised she was not alone but was unsure about who her fellow captive was. However, before too long she saw a familiar shape glinting in the low light.

She recognised the shape immediately, it was a special commendation medal she had given out only last month to her friend and fellow agent Bella.

Kirstie felt a huge sense of relief, she and Bella had been on many dangerous missions together and had saved each other’s lives more times than they could remember.

“Bella, Bella is that you?”

Kirstie did not get the reply she expected. Instead there came a series of muffled grunts. Kirstie moved closer to where the sound was coming from. To her horror she realised that her friend had been gagged!

Kirstie edged over to Bella. She couldn’t reach her because their cage was separated by a row of solid metal bars.

Kirstie scanned across the rest of the dull, wet cave. She could hear the dripping of water, but apart from this there was no noise. She was pretty sure they were now alone.

On the far side of the cave she saw a terrible sight; the wreckage of her beautiful bike sat sadly in a heap still smoking and smouldering. However she quickly noticed something that could be useful, positioned on the floor directly under it…

Under the black, crushed, smoking motorbike lay a small circular gas bomb.  Kirstie had an idea.  She thought she could use her Tazer 2000 to burn the bars and fetch the gas bomb.  Just then, she heard the sound of loud, firm footsteps getting closer and closer.  It was an ominous thud! thud! thud! thud!

“Bella, can you hear me? Are you ok?” Kirstie muttered to her trusty agent.  There was no response- just a grunting.

The Tazer 2000 was like no other invention.  It was small yet deadly.  This device had the potential to electrocute anything, produce any weapon or identify objects.  If it fell into the wrong hands it would self-destruct.

The agents could still hear the pounding footsteps edging closer and closer.  Carefully, Kirstie lifted the Tazer 2000 out of her left back pocket and pressed the button to release the laser.  She pointed the device at the bars and burnt through the metal in a circular motion.  The bars dropped, crashing to the rock-hard, solid ground leaving the fume of toxic steel.  Kirstie squeezed through the gap, leapt to grab the gas bomb and suddenly froze!  She spotted in the corner of her right eye, the haunting silhouette of two men.  Everything stopped.  There was dead silence in the cave apart from the distant rumble of a steam engine overhead.  Kirstie snatched the gas bomb whilst Bella produced two gas-masks from the Tazer 2000.

“Stop right there!” came a booming voice from the shadows of the cave.  “You’re not going to get away that easily.”  The voice was very familiar to the two secret agents.  It was the deep, serious voice of Mr Evans- the deputy head of MI5!

Without warning, Kirstie launched the gas bomb into the air.  It flew through the atmosphere like an arrow and landed at the feet of the two men.  BANG!! Everybody’s heart skipped a beat.  The two men fell to the ground, as Kirstie and Bella placed their gas masks over their bruised and battered faces.  They could not believe their eyes.  Lying helplessly on the floor was Sir John Hicks who had recently been promoted to the head of the organisation.  They were gobsmacked!

“Is this a dream?” Bella asked nervously.

“How can our bosses be responsible for this terrible crime?” replied Kirstie.  “They have betrayed us.”

The two agents did not have a moment to spare.  Without a thought they dragged the men out of the cave and up the jagged cliff face.  The wind was blowing a gale but this did not stop them in their tracks.  Out of the Tazer 2000, Kirstie produced a length of rope.  Bella quickly tied it around the wrists of the two evil men before they could stir from their daze.  Within seconds, they had pulled the men onto the track and tied them securely to the rails.

“Is this the right thing to do Kirstie?” asked Bella cautiously.  Kirstie did not reply.  All they could hear was the distant echo of the train, pounding towards them.  The men’s eyelids started to flicker open…

At once, Sir John spotted a tiny, metallic glint of light that caught his attention for a moment and realised it was a sharp, reliable, shiny pen-knife hidden under a small, yellow, glittering rock. He wondered why it was there but had no time to think. He wriggled free but did not have time to free Mr Evans because the powerful, echoing of the train was getting louder as time was ticking. He ran away, without a thought.

Kirstie and Bella turned around and all they could see was a faint shadow zooming towards a deserted island not far from where they were. They assumed it was Sir John… but, it was too late.

They slowly walked away, heads hung in shame, until they stumbled upon a great, large building made of big glass panes and long, skinny, metal poles. They both glared at it in confusion.

The girls zoomed inside and they could not believe their eyes. There were many new weapons and materials. Soon after, they began making an underground base to start tracking Sir John. It took days of hard work to finish but they were now ready to set a mission to stop Sir John.

However, they did not know what was waiting for them…

Little did they know, deep underground Sir John was scheming. He was concocting a maniacal plan in order to blow up the entire base of MI5 with the help of his specially designed Destructor Ray. This Ray was designed to have the power of a nuclear bomb and would destroy anything in its path. Sir John laughed an evil laugh, he knew he was invincible and nothing could stop him. In fact, he was so confident in his scheme he thought there would be no harm in calling Kirstie and Bella in order to gloat.

Brrrrrrrr. Brrrrrrrrr.

There was a vibration in Kirstie’s pocket. She gulped. She knew whoever was calling did not just want a friendly chat. Nervously she lifted the phone out of her pocket and stared at it. Should she answer it? She knew whoever was on the other end of the line was bad news.

“H.. h.. hello,” Kirstie stuttered.

“Hello Kirstie,” a familiar voice replied. “Listen girl, and listen good. I’m going to blow up the MI5 headquarters and there is nothing you can do about it.” Sir John let out an evil chuckle.

“But why? So many innocent lives will be lost,” Kirstie pleaded.

Sir John stopped laughing, “My friend was innocent too! That didn’t stop you trying to kill us.”

“But you kidnapped us! Why would you do such a thing?”

“That was a training exercise you stupid girl!” snapped Sir John – and you took it upon yourself to kill my friend. In fact, he was more than just a friend. Mr Evans was my…he was my…he was my brother.” A small sob escaped from Sir John’s lips. He slammed the phone down, consumed in anger.

He knew he would have to get on with it, no more time to think and no going back.

He returned to the control panel, his steely eyes fixed straight ahead as he began to press buttons and turn dials in order to engage the ray. He moved like a robot, mechanical and determined.

After 5 minutes it was ready. There was just one final thing to do in order to exact his revenge. He knew it was the right thing to do. Those girls had killed his brother. No going back now he thought. His hand reached for the red button when suddenly he heard a noise behind him…

by Year 4 pupils from Buckingham, Heathfield Junior, East Sheen, St. Edmund’s and St Mary’s primary schools