[elbub33]

A few minutes later in Samantha's room...

"Ok" said Red, speaking English with a sexy French accent. "Listen carefully i shall say zis only once!"

Michael and Samantha exchanged glances.

"We need you to pose as newlyweds...on honeymoon in Paris. We need you to go to ze Trocadero...take zis camera...at precisely 2pm zis afternoon two men will meet directly under la Tour Eiffel opposite your position...you need to take detailed photos of zem...one man will give the other what looks like a can of soda...it is really a canister...filled with dry ice to preserve the precious genetic material it contains...! Another agent will be waiting for you by the children's Carousel between ze Troc and ze Tower. You'll be given more instructions then..."

"But?" began Michael.

"No...just do it" she ordered and with that she turned on her heels and fled the room.

2pm at the Trocadero...

"Honey...smile...beautiful" said Michael as he clicked away with the camera. "Move to the right a bit" he requested. "And if you're not sure which hand is your right..." laughed Michael as he turned his back on Agent 69 and held up his right hand. "I wanna get the Eiffel Tower in the background".

From his position Michael saw the two men approach each other underneath the huge metal erection. "Stay right there honey...these pics are going to be great...wait till the folks back home get a load of these" he said as he focused in tight on the transaction taking place some 300 yards away.

He continued to snap away until the two men parted company and headed in separate directions. Placing the camera in a black camera bag he took hold of Samantha's hand and the couple walked down the steps towards the carousel at the bottom of the slope.

As instructed Michael approached the cool blonde in the pay booth and placed the camera bag on the counter.

"Red fox only drinks blue label vodka" he whispered.

"On a grey day in Moscow" came the coded reply he had been waiting to hear.

The blonde covertly swapped the bags.

"You see the purple vespa parked across the road?" she enquired.

"Uh-huh" said Michael.

"The keys are in the bag...follow the subject heading over the bridge he will be picked up in a taxi in 2 mins...tail him...someone will contact you later!. With that she pulled down the shutter on the kiosk.

Michael and Samantha crossed the road.

"Nice wheels" she chided.

"Hey don't knock it till you've tried it" Michael smiled as he inserted the key in the ignition.

Samantha mounted the bike put her arms around his waist and Michael steered the vespa onto the bridge...

[bottsbuble]

The wind whipped thru micahels hair. a vespa? well might not be exotic, but it was making him feel free.
As they came to the other end of the bridge, he spotted the taxi and pulled in a few cars behind it.

The taxi finally stopped in front of a cafe. the two men exited. michael parked and samntah got off.

All 4 of them were now online in the cafe, each ordering a delicious coffee of choice. Michael noticed when the 1st man pd for the 2 coffees, something strange occurred.........

He used a card, much like a credit card, it was declined, and the man need to call the bank.
He was ushered to a phone oof to the side, spoke briefly, hung up and paind cash for the 2 coffees.

The two men then left the cafe and headed to the alley next to it.
Following them, Michael saw that they entered a side door. When he tried it, it was locked; with no knob, no keypad, and no visula lock. Michael suspected the credi card was the access to this room-the call, a password, and then you can enter..............

[elbub33]

Michael returned to the cafe and Agent 69...he crossed the room and picked up the phone and dialed a number.

A woman with a cut glass English accent answered, "Please give me your identification code?".

"Oh, oh I'm your man", replied Michael.

"Identification verified" said the woman. "How can I help?".

"I need you to put a trace on this line" ordered Michael. "Need details of the last call transmitted".

"Yes, Sir...call back in ten minutes" came the considered reply.

Michael returned to 69 and filled her in.

Ten minutes later he redialled the number.

"Last call transmitted was to a number in Rome...information retrieved is as follows...card activated for next 3 mins...act swiftly", came the womans reply.

Michael went to the counter and put his credit card in the machine...he entered the code S.T.L.D.F.M...he collected his card and he and agent 69 made their way to the alley.

He pushed the door and it opened onto a dark corridor. They stepped over the threshold and followed the corridor to a large metal door...Michael turned the handle and he and agent 69 stepped into what looked like a private members club. It was a large rectangular room, with a bar to the left, a small stage area where two guys were playing the piano and violin, and tables arranged in front.

A waitress approached them, "Table for 2?" she enquired.

"Yes, please" said Michael as he scanned the room. "Can we have that one over there at the back...near the fire exit...we want to be alone" he nodded in the direction of Samantha but winked conspiratorially at the waitress.

"Certainly sir...follow me" she smiled. As they walked across the room Michael made eye contact with the piano player...oh no it was Alan Chang, his musical director, only the banner behind him read, "Engelbert (pronounced Engelbear) and his accompanist Oompadink". Both men looked away quickly...what was Alan doing in Paris...and why was he calling himself, Englebert?

Once seated Michael ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon and looked around the room for their target. He spotted him deep in conversation with a man with a moustache. He watched him pass the canister to the other man under the table.

Samantha took out her compact, which was also a mini video camera and began to film the target and his accomplice.

Just then disaster struck...

A woman on a nearby table suddenly shouted," OMG...it's Canadian crooner and total hottie Michael Buble!"

"Damn" thought Michael "This is soooo not the exposure i need right now".

A small man in a tuxedo came rushing over, "I am Marcel, ze manager, ze champagne is on ze house Monsieur Buble...but pleeze will you honour us with a song?".

Backed into a corner what would Michael say other than, "Sure, i'd be delighted!".

He took to the stage and said to the pianist, "Do you know my song Everything?".

"Oui" said Alan/Engelbert as he began to pound away on the keys.

As Michael's beautiful baritone filled the room he watched as the moustachioed man got up and walked out of the cafe...taking the canister with him...

[jocol]

Samantha seeing the whole picture, acted like she was heading to the loo. She followed the man out of the cafe' and kept a safe distance knowing that Michael would be right behind.

As soon as was safe to do so He followed Samantha out and started to follow the both of them. The man walked as if he was on a Sunday stroll but very wary and conscious of all his surroundings. He was looking for someone or something.

Michael caught up with Samantha and the two of them acting like lovers followed behind just waiting for something to happen. Then suddenly------

[bublesue]

Michael recieved an urgent call on his ear intercom which linked him to headquarters.

'' You are being pulled from this case,we are putting our best Russian agent, Joshua Grobanski on the case instead. ''

'' You are needed in your homeland of Canada, your country needs you .''


Later in Vancouver, Canada,Michael and agent 69 are being briefed about the new investigation.

'' We have reason to believe that the upcoming Canadian music industry awards the Junos are being used

as a cover to hide malpractices in the music industry.''
'' You will use the fact that your song '' Lost '' is up for an award so that you can get close to the source of the undercover

practices.''

'' We think the Junos are being used as cover for pirate recordings of music depriving muscians and song writers

of their rightful incomes.''

'' I will do my best to help my beloved Canada '' said Michael.

'' First I must eat, I will go down to the wholefood store and fill up with healthy organic food to keep me in

tip top condition.''

'' I have to attend a practice run through of the award night, it will be a long night ''

After Michael had stocked up on plenty of wholesome healthy fruit and veg, he was ready to face his next task.

Later that evening Michael stepped up onto the stage to run through his hit song ''Lost''.

Agent 69 was watching from the wings.

As Michael started to sing, '' can't believe it's over,I watched the whole thing fall ''

out of the corner of his eye he saw two burly men grab hold of agent 69 and bundle her off into the darkness.

Michael had to go to her rescue immediately.

He rushed off the stage and started to run down the corridor after agent 69 and the two men.


Would he get to her in time?.........................

[bottsbuble]

Michael got close to the two men, realizing he knew them from previous encounters of evil
It was none other than the infamous Frank Luvin and Bass T. Outlaw

They were a part of the JUNO ring and notoriuos for blackmailing superstars.

Michael crept up slowly. 69 was tied to a supporting metal beam with ropes. The room they were in, off to the left of the backstage exit, was dark and murky.

Buble being trained in the art of impalement, knew exactly how to free her.

Removing a shrap knife from his pocket, he aimed and threw it. I severed the ropes binding 69, and her hands were free.

She slowy wiggled out of the ropes, hoping not to be noticed.

Michael then removed a revolver from his jacket holster and approached the men carefully. Thety did not notice him at first-they were too busy counting the money the had taken from david foster...........

[bublesue]

Just as Michael was nearly in reach of the two men they noticed him and knocked the revolver clean out of his hand.
Not to be outdone Michael produced another weapon that being the top agent he was he had hidden up his sleeve.

He stunned the two men with his laser stunner and they slumped to the floor.

''They will be out cold for at least 2 hours. '' Michael told agent 69.

Michael and agent 69 were left alone together in the darkness.

'' Well ,I'm glad you got me out of those ropes,'' said agent 69.

Just then she felt a warm sensation around her bare toes, what on earth was it ?

As agent 69 looked down at her feet she found she was standing in a pool of blood.

Where was it coming from ?............................

[bottsbuble]

frightened that michael might be hurt, 69 looked down at his body for the bleeding wound.

it wasn't coming from michael, it wasnt coming from her
she followed teh trickle of blood with her eyes and saw Frank Luvin bleeding from the side of his head.

she was relieved, they were both OK.

moving swiftly they exited the room and left teh concert hall
they hailed a cab, and got in. Telling the driver to go to the Olympic center-they patiently awaited their arrival at the center.

Once there, the got ou and headed to the back of the building where there was an entereance for agents, leading to HQ-canada.

They entered............

[elbub33]

"OK listen carefully Buble...this is going to come as a shock" revealed Z..."We believe the mastermind behind not only the malpractices in the music biz but also the genetics ring is none other than...your friend and mentor...David Foster!"

"No way!" exclaimed Michael. "He has been instrumental in my career!".

"Don't be naive Michael...money and global domination are huge motivators" replied Z.

"I'm sorry Michael...but i think it's true" agreed agent #69. "I have had some dealings with him myself!".

"NO...I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" shouted Michael.

"Listen it all makes sense...if he controls not only all legitimate sales of major, world reknowned artists, like yourself, but also the pirate empire...think of the money he can make? Add to that his obsession with creating his own perfect race...created out of your DNA...the puzzle begins to fit together!".

"But he's been like a second dad to me...he wouldn't do anything to hurt me!" cried Michael.

"Not at the minute he wouldn't your too valuable to him...but if he was pushed into a corner...why do you think he sent those two thugs to grab Agent #69...he doesn't want a woman to mess up his masterplan...!" explained Z.

"So what do I do now?" questioned Michael.

"Nothing...you act normal as if nothings changed...you do the Juno's as planned...stay close to him...the ace up our sleeve is that he doesn't know that you are also a secret agent...with a licence to thrill!" Z said.

Michael and Samantha headed out of the Olympic center...

"I need a drink" said Michael

Sitting in a bar in downtown Vancouver Michael was pensive as he downed his 5th KetelOne Vodka with ice and a slice. Samantha didn't know what to say to him...just then Russian agent Joshua Grobanski walked into the bar...

[bublesue]

''Hey Grobanski ! '', yelled Michael as the two men greeted each other in a giant bearhug,'' long time no see ! ''

Michael and Joshua had trained together at the secret agent academy and had not seen each other since their passing

out ceremony.

'' They've decided to combine our two geniuses together,'' said Grobanski,'' I guess two heads are better than one ! ''

'' How about a night out on the town before we begin business ? '', suggested Michael to his old friend.

'' Do you fancy coming to the Canucks game with me tonight I love a bit of ice hockey.''

'' That would be great comrade,'' replied Joshua.

'' The cold ice stadium will make me feel right at home as it is -30 degrees at home in Russia at the moment.'' he laughed.

They set off for the game and arrived early long before the game had started.

'' I know the people here.I'll show you around.'' said Michael.

As they passed the dressing rooms the cheerleaders were getting ready for the game.

They looked cheerful and bright in their colourful ra-ra skirts and tops in the home team colours.

'' Hi,'' said one of the girls when she saw the two men appear.

'' Could you two help us out please ? ''

'' The singer of the team anthem has let us down and we need to find a replacement quickly ''

'' I hear your'e both mighty fine singers and can hold a good tune.''

'' We would be pleased to help out '' laughed Michael and Joshua in unison.


Later after singing to a very appreciative audience, Michael and Joshua were having a celebratory meal and a few drinks.

They invited along the cheerleaders from the game and it soon turned into quite a party.

Michael and Joshua were eventually allowed to leave and they both staggered out into the street a little worse for wear.

Suddenly a dark limousine screeched to a halt beside them driven by agent 69.

'' Quick get in the back both of you ! '' she yelled at them.

They sped off at great speed as a red car came round the corner and was soon hot on their tail, but where were they heading ? and why ?................................

[elbub33]

Agent #69 put her foot on the accelerator and the limousine took off. The wheels screeched as she took a sharp left turn followed by a right and another left. Michael and Joshua were thrown around in the back of the car...as Samantha drew ever nearer to the huge furniture truck looming ever closer. Suddenly the roll-top door at the back of the truck flew open and two guys dressed from head to toe in black lowered two ramps and secured them to the floor of the truck.
“Hold on!” shouted Agent #69 as she accelerated faster.
“She’s not going to try to drive into the back of the truck...is she?” Michael asked Grobanski in disbelief.
Grobanski started swearing very fast in Russian.
“My sentiments exactly!” said Michael who was fluent in a number of languages.
Both agents, sobering up quickly, managed to engage their seatbelts, as Samantha increased speed, made some minor adjustments to her steering and floored the accelerator. The limo lined up perfectly to the ramps and the car flew into the back of the truck...69 hit the brakes and the limo stopped millimetres from the wall of steel separating the back of the truck from the cab. The guys in black yanked the straps attached to the roll-top and pulled the door down just as the red car turned into the street behind them.
Twenty minutes later at the Olympic Centre (HQ – Canada)...the three agents climbed out the back of the truck to be met by a very angry Z.
“What the hell do you two think you’re playing at...you could easily have compromised your positions tonight...Foster was sending some thugs down to put you both in hospital...if it wasn’t for #69 saving you’re bacon...the whole mission could have be jeopardized! ranted Z. He continued, “Right, Grobanski...you need to get down to the debriefing room and fill us in regarding the whereabouts of the canister...and as for you, Buble”...Z shook his head...”Samantha get him sobered up”.
“Yes sir” said #69 as she grabbed Michael by the hand and dragged him out of the room before he could say anything.

[elbub33]

Ok I know i'm not supposed to post twice...but here goes...see you in detention!


Five minutes later Michael was standing at the window of #69’s apartment at the top of the Olympic Centre reserved for visiting foreign agents. Samantha approached him...she could tell by his body language that he was wound tighter than a spring.
“Coffees nearly ready” she said. He remained silent.
“Look it’s no good having the hump with me...my God you should be thanking me for saving your a@*e” she challenged.
Michael turned on her, eyes blazing, “Thank you?...Are you kidding me? You’ve just made Grobanski and me look like a couple of amateurs...we could have dealt with any trouble”.
“Oh yes...like you dealt with those cheerleaders...I know all about it!” she sneered.
“What’s the matter Samantha...jealous?” he charged.
“Hardly” she swallowed and turned away.
“Listen it was your choice...when we met again on the plane when you were playing at being an airhostess...it was you who said “forget it, leave it in the past, we were different people back then” he mimicked in a very good imitation of an English accent.
“Yes and I meant it...I have no interest whatsoever in getting into any kind of relationship with you...other than professional of course” she replied indignantly. “I’ll get the coffee”.
Michael watched her...he hated to see her go...but loved to watch her leave. Women always came on to him...it was a fact. But he liked the way she wasn’t impressed by who he was and what he did for a living. He followed her into the kitchen. She was standing at the percolator with her back to him, her head hanging down. He noticed she was wearing a little black dress with spaghetti straps on her slim, bronzed shoulders...her hair piled up on top of her head...her neck swanlike.
“I’m sorry...I was out of order” he apologized.
She straightened up and picking up the pot began to pour out two coffees.
“Forget it” she said obviously still smarting. Michael walked up behind her and placed his hands on her slender shoulders...he felt her shudder slightly. Samantha took a deep breath at his touch, closed her eyes and gently leaned back against him. She could feel his breath in her hair.
“I’m an idiot” he cooed.
She had to admit it did feel good having him this close to her, especially when he started to move his fingers in a strangely soothing circular motion. He gently turned her towards him and encircled her in his arms. She was aware that Dorothy Moore was singing “Misty Blue” through her ipod on the counter. The kitchen was lit only by three spotlights positioned under the cupboard above the counter. She draped her arms around his neck and they started to sway to the music. She could feel his stubble on her cheek and smell his cologne...she closed her eyes and breathed him in. He pulled back slightly and holding her breath, she stared straight at him. He stared back. The air was charged with electricity. He looked at her lips and bent forward and kissed them lightly. She kissed him back. Just kissing him was a trip she’d never experienced before. His full lips so cool, his tongue so hot. They stood up against each other in the semi-darkness exploring, tasting, indulging in long, lingering kisses. “My God” she thought this wasn’t the sixteen year old she had met in the Catskill Mountains. He was in no hurry and neither was she. They’d waited since the first moment they’d met and now the time was here and there was no rush. He gently tugged her hair loose until it fell down around her shoulders and running his hands through her long brunette hair he softly murmured her name.
“Sam...oh Sam”
She took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the lips...she wanted to feel his hands on her skin...she just wanted him...they were together at last...and as far as she was concerned that was all that mattered...

As the sun rose the following morning heralding a beautiful day in Vancouver, Samantha turned over in bed...and Michael was gone...


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[bottsbuble]

still slightly asleep, but more disappointed, 69 rose from the bed and embraced the morning sunshine
she opened the curtains wide and let the warm streams pour in.

slightly lonely, she dressed. there was a meeting at HQ in 1 hr--se would have to se michael's beautiful face thee, facng him for the first time after their romantic and spontaneous interlude. (she hoped not to blush)

Just as she was leaving the apartment, she saw micahel apporaching with 2 cafe lattes and muffins. He seemed to be moving quickly. Handing her the lattee abruptly, he grabbed her arm and started walking.
"we must hurry, must not be late........we will take 2 seperate cabs; enjoy the latte; and thanks for last night"
they each enterd their cabs, 69 really enjoyed the latte. as she arrived at HQ, she began to feel funny, dizzy almost, strange.

As she exited the cab, michael was there to catch her. he carried her into HQ.
Calling Z on his cell phone, "I did what you told me, a mocha latte with PEA (phenylethylamine) added. I certainly altered her mood- she's passed out"
Z replied "that is xactly what was supposed to happen; i think she may be compromising our mission"
Z continued, "meet me and grobanski in the orange colored room now!"

[bublesue]

The orange in the orange room was code for - Operation Rare And New Genetic Engineering. This was the project that

Michael was to work on with Grobanski.

Z was explaining the new assignment and giving both men a briefing on their next movements.

'' You will be assigned to the National University of Medical Science in London, UK.''

''There you will pose as medical students and gain access to the laboratories wher the genetic engineering is taking place.''

'' We need to find out how far the engineering has gone and how long it has been going on for ''.

''We believe an evil force has taken over control and is using the laboratories to manufacture a new evil super race to

take over the world and destroy all that is good and kind.''

'' We must not let this happen ''


The next day in London, UK, Michael and Joshua were preparing themselves for their first day at the Med school.

'' I feel like a new kid at school ! '', quipped Michael.

The faculty leader showed them round,they entered the building after registration and soon got their bearings.

During the day they saw the laboratories with rows and rows of test tubes lined up and huge dry ice canisters to keep them in.

Later that night , Michael and Joshua crept back to the labs to have a closer look.

'' We must find some documents to prove the experiments are taking place'', said Joshua.

Michael looked in all the drawers until he found a folder with, '' Super excellence X list '' on the front.

'' This must be it'' he whispered to Joshua.

Just as they were reading the folder's contents,all the lights came on and a man and a woman entered the room.

'' Ah we were waiting to see how long it would take you to make a move '', the woman hissed at them.

'' You have fallen right into our hands , we need fit and healthy men like you to aid us with our experimentation.''

'' You can help us to fill up the test tubes over there with genetic material for testing. ''

'' You will be useful to us,'' said the man as he locked the door to the lab............................

[elbub33]

Michael and Grobanski cast an eye around the lab....looking for another exit. There was a door at the far end of the lab...they would have to take out these two first...but that shouldn’t be a problem for two highly trained agents like them. Michael approached the woman...Grobanski the man...suddenly Michael noticed movement in his peripheral vision...Grobanski had just gone down like a sack of potatoes...the woman moved towards him...too late Michael noticed the Tazer she held in her right hand...he received the good news just above his left hip. The 100,000 volts shot through his body making it jolt up and down...five seconds later he slumped to the floor like a rag doll. The woman pulled the belt from his jeans to tie his hands together, Michael was conscious enough to realize what was happening and did his best to resist. The woman zapped him with the Tazer again, and smiled slightly as she watched his body convulse. The man appeared at Michaels side and pulled a syringe from his lab coat pocket, the woman helped him hold Michael’s arm steady as he slapped the inside of his elbow to raise a vein...he inserted the needle and depressed the plunger...almost immediately Michael felt himself spiralling down into sleep...before darkness enveloped him he heard the woman say.
“Ok call Hans and Helga...tell them we are ready to proceed with the DNA extraction”.
An indeterminate time later Michael groaned as he woke up, dressed only in a hospital gown...he struggled to pull himself together. He rubbed the crook of his left arm and felt the plaster covering the puncture wound. He eased himself off the gurney and noticed Grobanski coming round at the same time.
“Josh...you ok?” enquired Michael.
“Ya sebya nekhorosho chuvstvuyu” replied Grobanski. (Which means ‘I don’t feel to good’)
“Yeah...I don’t feel too good either” exclaimed Michael. “But we gotta get out of here!”
The two men shouldered the door open and found themselves in a long corridor. They tested the doors on each side of the corridor...Grobanski found one that opened...they were back in the lab. Michael ran to the desk, opened the draw and took out the Super Excellence X list.
“Michael...zdes (here)” Grobanski called.
“What have you found?” asked Michael.
Joshua held up two litre bags of blood with their names on them.
“They took blood from us...to get our DNA” Michael shook his head incredulously. “Right come on...let’s go...bring those with you...I’ve got the list. They headed for the door at the far end of the lab...it was marked ‘Embryology Lab’.
When they entered the lab they were shocked to discover the amount of dry ice canisters in the room. Michael opened the nearest one...he heard the hiss as the liquid nitrogen was expelled from the can. There were six clips attached to a central core...each clip contained a test tube...each test tube contained fertilised eggs. They moved along the rows of canisters opening them as they went.
“I’ve found a sperm bank” said Grobanski.
“Harvested eggs here” said Michael. “This is obviously where they are trying to create the super race”.
Just then the air was filled with the deafening sound of an alarm...their escape had been discovered.
“Damn...we don’t have time to destroy these samples” exclaimed Michael. “There...a fire exit”. The boys pushed through the heavy fire door and started to descend the fire escape, the sound of the alarm still ringing in their ears. They found themselves in a car park at the back of the National University of Medical Science. After trying various vehicles Michael found a Kia Rio, not exactly what he was used to driving, but beggars can’t be choosers! Mercifully it was unlocked with the keys still in the ignition. He jumped behind the wheel, Grobanski in the passenger seat and floored the accelerator just as four heavies came running out of the building and dived into a Land Rover in hot pursuit. He screamed out onto Stamford Street and negotiated the roundabout, albeit cutting up a London Bus...much to the annoyance of the driver who would need to make a sizeable donation to the swear box later. He took the exit onto Waterloo Bridge and allowed himself a moment to glance left at the London Eye and thought to himself how much he loved the London skyline especially the view from Waterloo Bridge. He kept in the right hand lane and flew down the underpass...he put his foot on the accelerator and watched the hand on the speedometer creep closer to 45mph...a camera flashed in the tunnel, clocking his speed. He exited the underpass on the Kingsway and thankfully at that time in the early hours of the morning there was very little traffic on the streets of London. Luck seemed to be with him...all the traffic lights were green. However a glance in the rearview mirror revealed that the heavies were right behind them. Being a frequent visitor to London he was familiar with this part of town...and right on cue he had an idea of how to lose these guys. He continued going straight onto Southampton Row, passed the Bonnington Hotel. At the last possible moment before he hit the one way system around Russell Square...he eased off the gas and slowed to 35mph and dropped down into second gear he placed his left hand on the handbrake and pressed the release button, he floored the clutch and quickly yanked the steering wheel smoothly to the right until it locked. A split second later he yanked the handbrake lever locking the rear wheels completely. The car started rotating and Michael and Grobanski really began to feel the lateral G building up. Michael gradually brought the steering wheel to the center again and straightened out the front wheels...when he had completed about three-fourth’s of the 180 with the clutch pedal depressed, he shifted into first gear, released the handbrake, floored the accelerator and dumped the clutch, the car was now facing the opposite direction he was already speeding away, spinning the wheels and kicking up some tire smoke...he had just executed the perfect handbrake turn.
“Woah...”laughed Grobanski as he turned round in his seat to see the bad guys committed to the one way system. “That was some driving Michael”.
“Thanks” said Michael laughing. “Now we need to find somewhere to hole up so we can study the list ...contact Z and most importantly find some clothes...jeez...these hospital gowns are really draughty!”
Meanwhile, back at the National University of Medical Science.
“I’m sorry Mr Foster...they got away...no, listen...it’s fine...unbeknownst to them they left something very valuable behind” she laughed as she held aloft their frozen sperm samples. ”Muhahaha”...

[bottsbuble]

national university of medical science (also known as NUMS) is responsible for all new breathrough technology in genteics and research for the continuum of the species. Their lastest project- the super species SSx10 was top secret and very contraversal. It had more opponents then stem cell and cloning combined.

Z was brilliant- not a super species of atheletes or brawn, but of intellectual invasion. Play upon the sympathies and emotions of people worldwide--all through looks and music.

"oh michael buble wants to take over the world" Z thoguht....littl does he know he will help me take over the world, one woman at a time!"

As Helga logged, and stored away the specimen vials from buble and grobanski, she began to day dream......................
{ oh maybe if could have buble's baby- he's so handsome and talented-- I am single, and lonely, no husband will marry me and let me have my evils ways..........maybe i can----with that she snuck a small sample from buble's vial into a seperate nano-vial; just enough to fertilize 2 eggs}.............

Startels by Hans yelling "helga-- are you done; are the samples locked safe away?"
she quickly replied "oh yes....i'm coming." and with that returned to the conference room with hans and Z.

meanwhile agents buble and grobanski scurried to find clothes. near by a lone house stood--and with a clothes line, what luck
the men approached carefully and begans swiping clothes. pants, shirts, socks--they were not stylish, but would due better than the hospital garb. Micahel looked ridiculous in a pair of plaid above ankle pants, with a striped shirt--grobanski couldn't help bu laugh. Grobanski was no better, he had a ratty pair of overalls, and a button down dress shirt--but hey beggars cant be choosers!

With their new attire, the two agents..................

[elbub33]

With their new attire, the two agents...returned to the car.
“Ok I know a safe house here...a while ago I was escorting a middle eastern whistleblower to a service apartment here in London”, said Michael.
(These apartments are paid for, furnished and run by the Intelligence Service. Nobody lives in them; they’re used for meetings, briefings and debriefings, and as safe houses.)
“Once we get there we can use the phone to call Z and arrange for new documents and credit cards”, Michael explained. “I only hope it’s not in use at present!”
Michael drove towards the Kensington area of London and arrived at the apartment just off the Brompton Road. The apartment was located in a salubrious block...they waited in the doorway of the office block opposite...they had abandoned the car some way away...the police would be looking for it by now. It was 6.30am in the morning...someone would surely be leaving for work soon. They only had a short wait and an old woman came out to take her little pooch for a walk. Buble jogged across the road and made a grand gesture of holding the door open for her, throwing her one of his killer smiles...she looked at him and was instantly smitten and smiled broadly back at him, despite what he was wearing!
Once inside the block they jemmied open the door of the apartment, that was mercifully empty and Michael picked up the phone.
As usual a woman with an impeccable English accent answered on the third ring.
“Can I have your identification number?” she asked.
“Oh, oh, I’m your man” replied Michael.
“Ah...hold the line, Agent Buble” she ordered.
A few seconds later...
“Buble where the hell are you...? Is Grobanski with you?” Z demanded.
“Yes...we are both in the safe house in Kensington...you won’t believe what happened to us!” exclaimed Michael. “Those nutters at NUMS, drugged us and took blood while we were out cold to harvest our DNA...we found the embryology lab...it’s just as we thought...they are trying to create a superhuman race...unfortunately they discovered us missing before we had time to destroy the samples”.
“Yes but do you have any proof...we can’t just raid the University willy nilly!” countered Z.
“Yes don’t worry we swiped the Super Excellence X list...although we haven’t had time to study it yet” said Buble.
“Brilliant...great work” said Z. “Ok Buble sit tight...find out the implications of that list...I presume you had to make a fast getaway...so all your documents are in your digs at the uni?”
“Yep” sighed Michael.
“Ok...I’ll have new credit cards, drivers licences’ and passports to you within the hour” confirmed Z.
Meanwhile...
Back at the now deserted lab in the National University of Medical Science...Helga bent over the microscope and smiled a she watch her own eggs, injected with Michael’s sperm, begin to divide....

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But as Helga watched, she failed to notice one of the wires from the main computer was starting to smoke....

She continued to gaze at the eggs in delight.

'' Soon Michael and I will have a little Helgabuble '' she laughed to herself in glee.

Suddenly she felt a hot sensation at her back,as she turned a ball of flames burst into life and she could not escape the inferno that was erupting.

'' Oh my buble eggs my precious buble eggs '' she gasped as the flames engulfed her.

These tragically were to be her last words.


The next day back at the safe house, Michael and Joshua were agog at the tv news and reports in the newspaper about

the fire that destroyed the whole of the embryology lab.

'' Oh well that saved us a job'' said Michael to Joshua.

'' Lets go out tonight and celebrate''

'' Ok that's a great idea, what plans have you got in mind then ? ''

'' Oh'' said Michael,'' I thought we could have a few drinks first then a meal and then head up to the West End to see what,s happening in London Town tonight.''

'' Great ,can't wait, '' replied Joshua.

The two men slung on their jackets and headed for the door to enjoy some down time.

As they stepped out into the London air..............................................

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As they stepped out into the London air...
A silver Bentley with blacked out windows screeched to a halt in front of the two agents. It was Z.
“Ok Buble...get in...you need to come with me to London HQ for reassignment...Grobanski you must go to Moscow! The taxi behind will take you to Heathrow immediately!
“I guess that night on the town’s gonna have to wait” said Michael.
“Da (yes)” replied Grobanski. “Do svidaniya (Goodbye)”
“Do novyh vstrech (Till we meet again)”, Michael said as he shook hands with Grobanski. “Udachi (good luck)”.

Forty minutes later at the Millennium Dome (HQ London)
“Ok Buble...we have a strange mission for you this time. We need you to go undercover as the Principle at St. Michael’s Convent School for Girls...it’s purely coincidental that the school has the same name as you and quite handy really! laughed Z.
“A girl’s school!” exclaimed Michael.
“Yes, it’s an international school with students from all over the world!” explained Z. “Set in a stately home in the Surrey countryside with amazing grounds apparently!” he continued. “A private school obviously...no riffraff! And all the students are over 18...its kind of a university. Anyway...they had a priceless artefact that has been stolen...we need your help to recover it!”
“But surely the school already has a principle?” said Michael.
“Yes...but he is cooperating with us...the story will be that he is on “long term sick leave”...he will really be here at headquarters communicating with you via your earpiece” replied Z.
“OK...so what is this artefact?” asked MB.
“Well...St. Michael’s girls are all extremely intelligent...they have invented a device called K.I.S.S. which stands for “Kaleidoscopic Identification Shifting Shadow”. Apparently it’s a spying device which is so small and quiet and constantly updates the information it gathers...that before any tracking device can locate it...it’s already gone. Obviously this type of technology is worth billions and we are desperately worried that it has fallen into the wrong hands. It is imperative it is retrieved asap” stressed Z.
“Ok...when do I start?” enquired Michael.
“Now” said Z. “By the way...there is a new student enrolling today too...agent 69” smiled Z.
“But I thought you said she was a double agent...you made me spike her latte!” said Michael incredulously.
“Well we might have been a bit over-zealous there” stammered Z.
“Oh perfect” cried Michael sarcastically. “Just perfect...that’s all I need an irate agent in a school full of women”!
Later that day...

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on his way to the school he was scheduled to cover at,
he felt a sudden unease creep over him... he didn't know why but maybe it was his spy sense kicking in,
he did what he was well trained to do...
he clambered through the car and finally made it to the passenger seat next to the driver, his previous driver was off sick so was suspicious of this new replacement so wanted to check that lead out right away!
they where chatting a while when suddenly the drivers anger rose and he suddenly withdrew a gun, and pointed it straight towards buble, being the top spy he was he knew that he couldn't risk taking the driver down at such close range so he spoke with as much calmness he could muster,
"what do you want from me?"
"Everything you have on your new assignment," replied the driver
michael told him lots....but not all
he had to save some of that to protect others!
they had reached a traffic light, and michael jumped at the opportunity jumping onto the driver so he couldn't shoot,
luckily michael was able to get the gun off of him and knock him out in time to drive off nicely,
with the sat-nav blaring the directions to him he was off on his way with one less obstacle in his way...