ISIS 63: *Walking towards Big Ben with his friends*
Johnny: *Inside Big Ben, admiring everything with Derek, Lewis, and Mark*
ISIS 63: Hurry up. Plant the dynamite.
Mark: We must take him up to the top.
Derek: That is the best part of Big Ben after all.
ISIS 78: *Pointing a kombora, yamuua launcher at the juu of Big Ben* Goodbye Big Ben.
ISIS 55: It won't be so big once we're through.
ISIS 78: *Launches the missile, and watches it hit the top*

A couple of cogs shook, and went out of place because of the missile. They fell towards Johnny, and his three friends.

ISIS 63: *Lights up the dynamite* Go! *Runs away with the others*
Lewis: Quick! To the door!
Johnny: Hold up!
Derek: What?!
Johnny: Look!! *Points at a cog which lands on it's side in front of them* If we rushed to the door, we'd be dead.
Mark: Thank wewe Mr. Lightning.

The dynamite went off, blowing the doors towards them.

Derek: Duck!! *Gets down with the others*
Johnny: *Looks up, seeing zaidi cogs falling towards them* Let's get out of here!! *Running with the others*

They got out just in time.

Johnny: If that wasn't from ISIS, I don't know who did that.
Lewis: *Watching five people drive away in a Peugeot*

Mark: What is it?
Lewis: They look suspicious.
Johnny: *Walking towards them*
ISIS 78: Go! Go!!
ISIS 63: *Floors it, but the engine stalls*
Johnny: *Runs towards them*
Lewis: *Follows with Mark, and Derek*
ISIS 63: *Turns the key, but the engine won't start. The same thing happens when he turns the key again*

With the MI6 spies pointing guns at the terrorists, Johnny opened the door to the driver.

Johnny: What a poor taste in automobiles. Nothing says unreliability better than a french piece of junk, taka such as this.

Two police vans arrived, along with zaidi MI6 spies.

2 B Continued