Dave the Spy Jamie R

Dave the spy – Jamie R

Bam! Bam! Went the 100cm rocket launcher. The Titan stomped to the bad guys; got out his weapon and… battery down.

“Oh for goodness sake!”yelled Dave Sands at the top of his voice.

“What seems to be the problem Dave?”asked a small innocent voice from behind the dishwasher.

“It’s this stupid XBOX controller Dad, it ran out of battery!” complained Dave.

“Don’t worry son, I will get you some new batteries,” said Dad.

“Well you’d better,” groaned Dave.

Now you must know that Dave hadn’t always been that difficult. It’s just that when his Mum and Dad split up he turned very difficult …

That night, Dave stayed up until his Dad was fast asleep. He crept out of his medium – sized bedroom and began walking down the stairs. They creaked…

“Oh no,” thought Dave. “Who’s there?” he asked. But nobody answered. It must have been him creaking the stairs. Dave went into the kitchen and gathered a water bottle, a granola bar and an old tent from the garage. He was running away. Next, he opened the front door and stepped into the well-lit street. The streets were so quiet that Dave felt a bit scared. However, he didn’t know that there was a man round the corner who could change his life forever.

Suddenly, a thick nylon net sprang over Dave’s body. “Ah!” he cried. “Who are you?” he asked as a 63-year-old came out of the night shadows with MI7 embroidered on his hat.

“I’m Harold Trump,” the voice said.

Now, the only reason Dave was running away from home was because of the XBOX controller; he wanted the batteries that night and he was so frustrated about it he ran away.

“What are you going to do with me?” Dave asked.

“We want you to be a spy.” Harold Trump replied.

“No way!” Dave shouted.

“Well I could just keep you in the net.” Harold said shrugging and starting to walk away.

“Ok then!” Dave finally managed to splutter out. “What do you want me to do? He asked with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

“Have you ever heard of a man called Mr. Mango?” the 63-year-old asked whilst holding an old picture of an odd looking man with thick eyelashes and a metal cane that was supporting the man’s heavy weight.

“Of course!” Dave exclaimed. “He’s the creator of XBOX’s! How could I not know him?”

“I’m one of his bodyguards, I go undercover at his mansion and try to receive as much information as possible about his deadly weapon; the Deathray. He is going to use this terrible weapon to take over the world just because he got bullied at school,” Harold sighed.

Dave had already guessed his mission. “When will I be leaving for Mr. Mango’s mansion?” he asked.

“Three days from now, but you’d better be ready, or else…” Harold seemed to be serious…

Two days later, Dave was in MI7 headquarters and was sitting in an slightly unbalanced chair. Suddenly, he heard footsteps…

“Oh there you are!” said a strange and fat looking man.“I’mMr. Smithers, gadget manager you see.Now please follow me,” he quickly added.

Dave and Mr. Smithers walked down a long corridor and they entered a big, futuristic room. Lots of gadgets were on display and they were sitting on cushions behind bulletproof glass. Smithers placed a briefcase on the modern table and opened it. Two gadgets were lying there: a fountain pen, and a helmet.

“This, is a taser pen,” Smithers said whilst holding the pen in his left hand. “Perfect for knocking an enemy out.”

“And what’s that?” Dave asked, excited to move on.

“A helmet which has a mini jetpack inside it,” Smithers answered. “Now please come with me.” He pushed his chair out gently and got up. Dave followed Mr. Smithers into a small but welcoming bedroom.” You will stay here the night.” Smithers said.

Dave lay on the brown bed and went to sleep.

“Vrooooom!” went the brand-new Ferrari. It was 11:am the next day and Dave was cruising along the road with a Ferrari California. He was going to do something that had to be done… save the world…

He was set the mission a day before with lots of detail and MI7 explained a bit more about Mr. Mango. It was also said that Dave would be having a rendezvous with Harold at some point. MI7 also gave him the gadgets he and Smithers discussed and even a map of the mansion. Yes, the mansion was that big.

Dave parked the car in the road next to the mansion because he didn’t want anyone thinking he was coming, except Harold of course. When he got out the car, he immediately saw bodyguards standing inside the house, including Harold. Strangely, none of them were outside. Dave looked to see if anyone was spying on him and creeped up the road. He went into the enormous gardens of the house and decided he would wait until all of the guards weren’t looking so he could crawl in. But just then, he heard a voice from the top window.

“And where do you think you’re going?” asked the voice. It was Mr. Mango.

“Oh no…” thought Dave.

“Guards!” MR. Mango shouted. Suddenly, ten well-built men came rushing out of the building. “Harold-BT 9795!” he cried.

“Yes sir?”Harold replied.

“Take our guest to the venomous scorpions!” Mr. Mango ordered.

“With pleasure sir,” Harold said with a smile on his face.

He grabbed Dave’s arm and dragged him into the house. They turned into the main hall and then continued forward into a small room with lots of sculptures in it. They seemed to also be a lot of stuffed animals in white stained glass cabinets.

“Mr. Mango loves hunting,” said Harold. “These are all the creatures he has killed over the years, fascinating isn’t it?”

“Very fascinating,” Dave said as he took a notepad out of his pocket and wrote some notes on it. “So what’s the plan now?” he asked, intrigued.

“We look for key information about the death ray, obviously,” replied Harold with not much sympathy in his sentence. For the next two hours, Harold and Dave looked for anything to do with the death ray, but still they found nothing. Dave was about to give up then he finally spotted a huge metal door with a secured padlock on it.

“Hey! Look!” he exclaimed to Harold.

“I’ve never noticed that before.” Harold said as he scratched his head.

Harold and Dave walked over to the door and as soon as they got 1 metre close to it a voice spoke…

“Password needed,” the robotic voice said.

“Luckily I know the code of the house.” Harold sighed, like he saved the day. He typed in a code: 98675. Dave took a note of that. Then, the door opened…

Meanwhile, Mr. Mango was wandering where Harold was and started to get suspicious. He grabbed his poison dart cane and walked into his mansion to capture Harold and Dave to feed them to the scorpions…

At the other side of the house, Dave and Harold were staring into the room.

“Wow!” whispered Dave, as he pointed to a rather big machine with MR. Mango embroided on the side in gold letters. “It’s the Death ray!”

“And this must be the power source!” said Harold, swiping his finger along a glass container with green liquid in it.

Although with all this excitement, they didn’t know that an assassin was opening the door. Just then, Dave heard the footsteps. He span round quickly and was now facing Mr. Mango.

“Harold! Quick!” Dave shouted.

Luckily, Harold received Dave’s call and got out a small 90mm pistol and aimed it at Mr. Mango. Dave also got a weapon out, the taser pen.

“Whoa!” Mr. Mango cried. He seemed surprised and scared.

Harold pressed on the trigger… but he quickly changed direction and fired at the glass container inside the Deathray.

“No!” Mr. Mango cried as he fell to his knees.

But it wasn’t over yet. Dave sneaked up on him and tasered him. Mr. Mango was unconscious.

“Grab on!” Dave yelled at Harold as he got the helmet out of his backpack.

Next, the wings sprang into life and Harold and Dave flew safely out of the open window.

“Well done agent! For a first mission that’s not bad!” Harold shouted.

“Thank you!” Dave shouted back.