Stormbreaker Page #2

We have a proposition we'd like to make.

We want you to work for us.

You're not being serious?

Actually, it's not my habit to make jokes.

You're making one now.

I don't wanna be a spy.

In case you haven't noticed, I'm still at school.

I'll take that as a no, then.

What a great shame.

Your uncle would be very disappointed.

- What?

- Letting him down like that.

But then, I suppose... Young people.

How can you say that?

He wouldn't want me here.

He spent his life making sure

I never knew anything about it.

Really?

Then how do you explain...

...this?

First-rate martial arts moves.

Perfectly executed.

Who trained you?

- Nobody trained me.

- You're a first-grade dan.

A black belt at karate.

Who paid for the lessons?

- It was my choice.

- No.

All your life Ian Rider was preparing you.

You speak French, German and Japanese.

He took me on holiday.

You've been scuba-diving, mountain climbing,

- abseiling...

- They were my hobbies.

...white-water rafting,

rifle shooting, martial arts.

He was training you.

That's not how it was.

You're trying to spoil everything.

Please put me back in the photo booth

and show me the way out.

I'm surprised, really.

I'd have thought you'd want to get back

at the people who killed your uncle.

How's that erm...

housekeeper of yours, by the way?

What's her name? Jack Starbright.

I suppose she'll have started packing by now.

Why? What do you mean?

Didn't she tell you?

Her visa ran out seven years ago.

She'll be deported any day now.

Actually, we might prosecute her first.

- Concourse level. Departures.

- Make an example.

Working here illegally

may mean a prison sentence.

What are you?

What kind of people are you?

Ones that normally get their way.

Liverpool Street concourse

now ready for departure.

Get up there!

Get up there!

Come on, now, lad. Look lively.

On your feet!

Gentlemen, this is our latest recruit.

He's here for two weeks' training.

- Sarge?

- Don't ask me about it

because I don't know a thing.

I just do as I'm told.

We have no names here. We have no ranks.

This is K Unit.

Fox, Bear, Eagle and Wolf.

You'll be Cub. Get him a bed.

What the heck is this?

Jeez. It's a kid.

Who the heck do you think you are?

- A schoolboy?

- They've gotta be joking.

What's your name?

Who sent you here?

I can't tell you.

He can't tell me.

Course you can tell me.

Must be with Special Operations -

the only ones stupid enough

to come up with this.

I said...

I can't tell you.

That's very good.

Someone been teaching you self-defence?

Won't help you here.

You ain't gonna last two days.

Get a move on, schoolboy!

Keep moving!

Get up, you! Get up!

Stay with it.

Feel Good Inc.

# City's breaking down on a camel's back

# They just have to go cos they don't know when

Get up! Get up!

#... fill the streets it's appealing to see

# You won't get out the county

cos you're bad and free

- Come on!

# You got a new horizon...

- Go!

- Come on, go! Go, go!

That's it, Cub. Go on.

# And all I wanna hear is the message beep

# My dreams, they've got to kiss me,

because I don't get sleep

- Ugh!

Oh, look at him!

Come on, Cub!

You're not in the playground now, Cub.

Move it!

# Take it all in on your stride

# It is sinking, falling down

- Idiot!

# Love forever, love is free

# Let's turn forever you and me

# Windmill, windmill, for the land

# Is everybody in?

K Unit. Stand fast.

You have failed the exercise.

Idiot.

- Well, well. What have we got here?

- Your mission is over.

We're finished.

We've blown the whole exercise.

We'll get kicked out.

This is your fault. You had the map.

Never listens to a word. Always gotta be right.

Who puts a light on

in the middle of an exercise?

Unbelievable.

- There's a fireplace.

How did you know?

I saw the chimney on the way in.

The kid's right.

It's clear.

Sure. You think they'd leave it open

if they thought we could all climb up?

You can't. You're too big.

But I can.

Go on, then, Cub. Up you go.

- All right, mate?

- Wotcha.

- Cup of tea?

- Oh, yeah. Ta.

We should take that lot back to base.

Nah, later will be fine.

See ya.

- Fancy a nice cup of tea, boys?

- Wait till I get out!

Shut up! Sit down.

What's that lot playing at,

having a kid with them?

I don't know. He looks like a schoolboy.

He's only about 14.

I know. We'd better get him back to his mummy.

Probably needs a nappy change by now.

Boss? Are we moving?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hold on, lad!

Oh... Hey!

Hold on, fellas!

Cuts, bruises, fractured limbs.

It's a miracle no-one was killed.

Well, I'm very sorry, Major.

We will be talking to our man - boy.

He's no child, Mr Blunt.

He's a lethal weapon.

He's ready.

Oi!

Heard you were leaving.

Yeah, that's right.

What you did earlier...

If it weren't for you...

Here.

And finally, an amazing gift

made to the British nation.

The Stormbreaker has been called

the most sophisticated personal

computer of the 21st century.

And one month ago

its multi-billionaire inventor Darrius Sayle

made his astonishing announcement.

That's right.

I'm gonna give a Stormbreaker

to every school in the country.

And while I'm at it,

I wouldn't mind giving you one too.

Really, Mr Sayle!

- We don't trust him.

- Why not?

Well, we don't trust anyone.

It's sort of what we do.

We thought Sayle was too good to be true.

So, six months ago we put in an agent

to keep an eye on him.

- Are you talking about my uncle?

- Yes.

Sayle has a manufacturing plant in Cornwall.

It's built on top of what used to be a tin mine.

Lan Rider went there as a security guard.

He sent us these images of the old mine

entrancejust outside Sayles'complex.

In his last message to us, he mentioned a virus.

A computer virus?

He was on his way to tell us.

But he never arrived.

Something's going on.

We need to get someone to take a look around,

and this may be our last chance.

Why me?

I'll show you.

This is Kevin Blake.

He's a computer nerd.

Six weeks ago he won a competition

in a computer magazine.

Disc Drive World. Do you ever read it?

- No.

- The first prize was a visit to Cornwall,

and a chance to try out the Stormbreaker.

- He's due to arrive tomorrow.

- It's a PR stunt.

Mr Sayle is trying to show the world

what a nice man he is.

Get a kiddie in to look at the works.

Now you will take his place.

Yeah, but I look nothing like him.

We've spoken to the editor.

Huh.

There's just one problem.

I know nothing about computers

and I'm not a computer nerd.

But you soon will be.

There's only two days left.

There's a launch

at the Science Museum this Friday.

Just take a look around,

but... be careful of Sayle.

- He may seem charming...

... but he's about as charming...

...as a snake.

Just keep your eyes open and report back.

How am I meant to do that?

We will give you a telecommunications device.

That and other... gadgets.

I get gadgets?

I want one! I want one!

- Yes, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

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