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BC: The End

FC: Stormbreaker Anthony Horowitz

1: This journal is dedicated, with honorable and respected memory, to my Uncle Ian.

2: Stormbreaker Anthony Horowitz

4: Journal Entry#1 Today I lost the closest thing to a father I have known in my lifetime, my Uncle Ian. was killed in a car accident and he was not wearing his seat belt. He always wore his seat belt and we never left the drive way unless I had mine on. The police's words keep ringing in my head, "Son, there was a terrible car accident involving your Uncle Ian." The Officer's word's became a mixed hodge podge of unfamiliar words to me, "ambulance, critical care, there was nothing more that anyone could do, if only your Uncle was wearing a seatbelt." My brain couldn't process or absorb anything beyond the statement that my Uncle hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. I can't accept this as truth. Why do I have an overwhelming sense of suspicion instead of grief. I will remain composed and focus. There will be time to mourn later. My instincts are driving my emotion to remain together, this is no time to fall apart. "Survival is nothing more than recovery." Diane Feinstein

5: Today was no ordinary day.

6: Journal Entry #2 Today I find myself on autopilot. Driving to my Uncle's office was almost automatic. I have foggy recollection of what took me there. I wore my seatbelt. As I was sitting outside of Uncle Ian's office a van appeared. The van and it's tenants automatically increased my unexplainable sense of suspicion to a firm feeling that foul play was involved in the death of my Uncle Ian. Very few people had access to my Uncle's office. I had only been inside two times myself. I am certain these two van dwellers are not there with a legitimate purpose. As I sat there, as if I was watching a movie, I couldn't gain the courage to confront the men. My fear motivated paralysis left me with unclear mumbles and one clear comment from the visitors, "Let's get out of here, this place gives me the creeps!" These creeps had the creeps, funny.

7: Uncle and Nephew .....a bond to respect.

8: "The cave you fear to enter holds the treasures that you seek." Sophocles

9: Journal Entry #3 A Day of Two Profound Discoveries Today was a day of discovery. I discovered I had the courage necessary to gain access into my Uncle's office and fact find I couldn't afford to let my fear steal anymore valuable time from my search. I more un clear on what I know of my Uncle's business after reading through records and files. He wasn't a simple, "Banker," as I had been told. This I am certain of.

10: Journal Entry #4 How did I get here? Today I woke I woke up in a big white bed surrounded by nurses and doctors. "Young man, you have two visitors, stated the young Nurse, "friends of your Uncle Ian." This visit better explain things! This wasn't exactly the answers I was expecting.

12: Journal Entry #5 A Banker, I didn't think so! The nurse escorted a man to my bedside and introduced him, "This is Mr. Blunt, a friend of your late Uncle Ian's." Mr. Blunt was accompanied by a woman who he presented as Mrs. Jones. Their visit brought information that would change my life. My gut was right, my Uncle Ian was not a banker. The information that came after this revelation no one could expect. My Uncle Ian was a Super Spy for the British Special Forces. Mr. Blunt honored me with the story of my upbringing. I was told that all that I knew was part of an elaborate plan to develop me into "perfect" Super Spy. I was honored with the legacy of my Uncle Ian's work.

13: "All I'm trying to do is not join my ancestral spirits just yet." - Joshua Nkomo

14: Journal Entry #6 Mr Blunt presented an offering and honor to me today, "Continue Uncle Ian's unfinished affairs that will save millions of lives." offered me the chance to finish my uncles unfinished business and save millions of lives. Yes! In just three days I've transformed from an average British school boy into a distinguished British Spy!

16: Journal Entry #7

17: As a spy for Great Britain,my first mission was to investigate the Stormbreaker computers. Mr. Blunt stated, "We believe that the Stormbreaker system holds the information of a pending terrorist attack." Here comes my skeptical instincts again. I have feelings of doubt, but I am assigned to do as I am told. I have to remember I am now committed to helping millions of humans.

18: Journal Entry #8 A major break I have made. The purchasers of the Stormbreaker systems have been getting sick. "A computer system used as a tactic to terrorize and dismember American's and their allies," this possibility was hard for even a Spy to believe.

20: Journal Entry #9 As I told Mr. Blunt, "Yes, Stormbreaker computer systems are the common thread between the mass population of the newly ill," I saw his intrigue. Mr. Blunt devised an elaborate plan to follow my discovery. I am realizing how much danger is ahead of me. Once again, I will use my fear to fuel my instinct and hopefully will help me unveil a solution.

22: Journal Entry #10 I fear that this may be my last journal and my last mission. i wish i could just go back to my old life and spend my days as a boy. I am writing on a scrap piece of paper. I write as I find myself in a dangerous situation. This isn't my normal fears. I wish I could change and turn back time. "I miss you Uncle Ian, but I can wait to see you.."

23: Journal Entry #11.......

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