I got this out quicker than I normally do! (Not like that's saying much). I got such an overwhelming response from the last chapter! Thank you so much for sharing your ideas of the plot! Some of you hit the nail in the head, while others were a bit off, but you'll know now! Most of you got it, so maybe I should have thought of a more complex plot. :) I don't know but thanks to everyone who reviewed, read and voted. We are over 2.2K views!!! That's insane! I've been very evasive about what the actual plot is, but here you go! Please Enjoy!

"So what?" Zoe demanded, "What? What are they planning?"

"So, I've been thinking for a while. When we figured out Audrey was a mole, ehem... when I was a mole I thought back to anything she told me or I told her. She asked me to fill in this homework sheet, which was actually the coordinates for the buildings they were planning to nuke in China, France, United Kingdom, Russia and of course, the United States. They made a fatal error, which was saying they were going to use thermonuclear bombs but they actually used missiles, which changes the velocity by a lot to account for wind resistance. That's why the nukes didn't strike their preferred locations."

"So, they shouldn't they be done? Didn't they fail?" Jawa interrupted me.

"No, it didn't matter for SPYDER. They weren't trying to directly impact those locations, but their country in a whole. And that got me thinking after the failed attempt, why those countries? There are thousands of countries and those aren't the only major players in the economic and stable world. So why China, the UK, France, the US and Russia? What would SPYDER have to do with them? Here's what I've been missing the whole time: In the news recently, the United Nations have gotten a lot of press because they welcomed Zoombiaz into their organization. Out of the sixteen rejected countries, Sankibali was the most mad. According to a news report I saw at Spy School a few weeks ago, Sankibali was asking the UN for years to join and their tyrant leader, King Tablin wasn't too happy with no. So I connected the dots. The five permanent members of the United Nations dubbed the 'Permanent Five' are, coincidentally, the US, China, Russia, the UK and France. That's definitely not a coincidence. And a bunch of things didn't add up, like how they were well funded enough to afford thermonuclear missiles."
"You're right," Erica interjected thoughtfully, "A missile itself would be over a million dollars. A thermonuclear one? And five of them? I'd say over a billion dollars. SPYDER can't be that well funded."

"Right," I nodded, "I guessed from the start someone rich was supplying them, but it never occurred to be that'd it be a country. I thought I'd be like some Leo Shang guy. Rich, powerful, a whacko. But here's my idea: Joshua and Mr. E nuked all of those countries. They didn't care about what they hit, whether it was the targeted landmarks or some barren wasteland."

"Wait," Mike asked, "you said Mr. E and Joshua. Not SPYDER. Weren't they all part of this plan?"
I shook my head, "I honestly don't think so. I was in the control room when the missiles hit the wrong spots. All the SPYDER agents, including Joshua, looked like the wifi went out in the entire universe. They all looked mad and dejected. I know now Joshua was acting for the rest of them, but it seemed real. All the SPYDER agents can't be acting students from Juilliard. And plus, why include them? Joshua and Mr. E would have to share the profits. They aren't the sharing type."

"You can say that again," Murray muttered from the front seat.

"Anyway, I think that the whole missile thing was a distraction from the real plan. Did anyone watch the news earlier?"
"Um... no! Because we were captured and held as war prisoners!" Chip gave me a look.

"Right... so on the news, the UN coincidentally called an emergency UN meeting, right here in Washington DC on Friday. And something tells me something's going to happen."

"Of course!" the truth dawned on Erica, "This isn't Joshua and Mr. E's plan or idea at all! They were hired by Sankibali to do their dirty work for them. King Tablin and Sankibali just want revenge on the UN for not letting them into the organization."

"Exactly. Plus, in Mr. E's office, I saw a printout of an email from someone in Sankibali, with initials RT. Ranove Tablin. Oh!" I just remembered something, "on Mr. E's desk, there were some stray papers I thought were just boring documents. But now I recall they were the blueprint, air duct drawing and a bunch of information on some building. Rump Towers. Does anyone have a phone on them?"

"Yep, got one!" Murray said proudly as he dug around in his pocket, completely forgetting he was driving. The car swerved and lost control for a second, but Erica jumped in the front and grabbed the wheel to control it.

"Murray, you idiot!" Jawa snarled.

"But... I got the phone." Murray held it up, looking confused. Jawa just rolled his eyes.

"Rump Towers..." Erica said mindlessly as she tapped away at Murray's phone, "Ah! It so happens to be that the Rump Towers is where a certain UN meeting is taking place on Friday."

The car was quiet in shock.
"Holy cow Ben! You were right!" Zoe said in disbelief.

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We drove. And drove well into the night. Murray started falling asleep in the driver's seat and to much of Erica's disdain, she took over. Apparently, this SPYDER's army base was in Maryland, so we decided to go to Washington DC before D-Day to try to thwart Mr. E's plan.

We decided to be four or five minutes away by car from Rump Towers so Mr. E and Joshua don't catch on to where we are. Hopefully they think we hightailed it back to Spy School.

The only thing we could pay for from the money in the glove compartment was two rooms in this fleabag motel. (You know it's awful when the rating says 2.5 stars, so why don't we round to 3!) We were way too tired to complain, seeing it was about four in the morning, so we checked in and retired to our rooms.

Or I wish I did. Erica had other plans for me though.
"We can't just waste valuable time sleeping, Ben! It's Wednesday morning. We have today to plan, tomorrow to scope out the place and the go-day is Friday! Let's research a little bit and then you can sleep for a few minutes."

"A few minutes?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Chill. I have an idea on how they're planning to get something into Rump Towers, so then you can sleep." Erica shot me a deadly look. I shrunk under her gaze..

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well," she brought me over to this ancient computer in the back of Zoe, Erica and my room. It was as big as a microwave. The screen was curved, but not in that cool, modern way. In that Grandma's computer way.

"Normally, terrorists and bad guys try to solidify themselves in the location beforehand, so it doesn't look suspicious if something happens and you're the last one to be hired. I doubt Joshua had the time to do that, so I'm guessing whoever Joshua had to play double agent were the last or one of the last to be hired. Unfortunately, Rump Towers is huge so there might be hundreds of employees getting hired. But there is good news." The computer finally booted up and her fingers flew over the keyboard.

"Because of some new law, every hospitality company is required to be invisible to everyone. That means they are required to post everything going on in the buildings at all times. So, when they hire someone, that means it'll be posted where anyone can find it online." Erica finished. I was so glad she had done all this research. If it were up to me, I'd have to knock on Joshua's door and hope asking politely would tell me what I'd need to know.

"Okay, so it'll be on Rump Tower's website?" I asked.

"If they follow the law, yes. And they have too much at stake not too. Ah ha!" She grinned triumphantly and pointed to the pixelated screen. There was a list of all the employees and the date they were hired.

"Awesome! Let's see..." I scanned the list, but the last three people hired, as maintenance guys, were over a month ago. I defeated. I guessed that Mr. E didn't have a plan that long.

Erica, however, thought otherwise. She always got to look at the glass half full, "Mr. E and Joshua must have been planning this for a while. There's one more thing to check." She clicks away on the computer and explained everything to me.

"Sometimes, if an agent undercover, they get the job, but then they go away for a while. No need to spend so much time doing the actual job. They'd 'break a hand' or 'go to a wedding' to get out of work. That's how you can tell someone's undercover because they'd actively try to avoid work." Erica clicked on the first guy's profile who got hired last month. It was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and smiling way too happily for the occasion of working maintenance.

"Ew. He's not an agent." I said in disgust. Erica barely looked up at me but researched for a minute to verify he's clean.

The next guy was a really old guy, but he was legit too.

But the last guy, Justin East. Erica clicked on his name and the picture of Jacob Evanstein popped on the screen.