Trojan Korps M.I. High

Odysseus, awake.

KORPS is rising.

The last time I saw one of these KORPS insignias,

I was working down here, in our old MI9 war room.

We used to call this place the Bunker.

At the height of the secret world war with KORPS,

we had 150 agents working here, with over 200 similar bases

in other countries. Even then it was a close-run thing.

-HE KNOCKS ON WALL

-Titanium?

Correct. This place is a fortress, right underneath MI9 HQ.

Wow... Dinosaur alert!

How old is this stuff? Did a caveman sit here?

That was my desk.

Ah, the circle mystery.

A ton of old KORPS junk I collected, all marked the same way.

Never did find out why. Probably just how they marked their trash.

This girl you're with looks a lot like Stella.

Frank, was Stella your girlfriend?

Focus, please!

We get it. KORPS was a big deal.

But come on, they're really just the old version of SKUL.

And look what we did to SKUL. Bosh!

You're not getting it at all. Look...

This is SKUL.

And this...

This is KORPS.

Whoa.

The voice we heard on the message on the laptop said they were back.

And I'm telling you it's not possible. I saw them destroyed.

They're never coming back.

The 21st century faces a new kind of threat,

and MI9 must create a new breed of skilled undercover agent.

Hidden in a place no villain will think to look, welcome to MI High.

The Grand Master was the only enemy leader to escape in the final days

-of the war with KORPS.

-How do these two fit in?

The bosses. That's the Master Mind and his deputy, the Crime Minister.

The Master Mind? Like the voice we heard on the recording?

It did sound like him, but no. It can't have been.

-These two are both dead.

-Why are you so sure they're dead?

Just trust me. I was there.

-Whoever this new lot are, they cannot be KORPS.

-Then who?

Some copycat group.

The question is, who would have enough knowledge and resources

to create a convincing fake of a global organisation like KORPS?

This area is off-limits!

Trying to hide the evidence?

-Stella, I haven't said a word.

-I don't care about ancient history.

I've got a massive PR disaster on my hands right now.

The last thing I need is you poking your nose into restricted areas!

What happened?

It was a tip-off that led MI9 agents to this house,

where they arrested 126-year-old grandmother Phyllis Humm

for running an illegal international prize-fighting club.

Mrs Humm was also accused of being the current heavyweight champion.

Following a gruelling investigation,

Britain's oldest woman was released with an apology.

An embarrassing day for MI9.

This is Jenny Lane reporting.

Please stop that.

No wonder she's in a bad mood.

Yeah, and I thought it was cos Frank dumped her.

I want all of you out of here at once!

And he didn't dump me. I dumped him!

So she was Frank's girlfriend.

I know Frank wants us to look into copycats,

but it's got to be worth considering that it might be the real KORPS.

Even he admits it sounds like the Master Mind on the tape.

It's easy enough to fake a recording.

I made a recording of you saying "I love you"

and left it on Roly's phone. Took me two minutes.

So THAT'S why he keeps looking at me funny!

Tom, I'm going to dedicate the rest of my life to getting you back.

I expect nothing less.

We should trust Frank's judgement on the copycats -

he's been doing this a lot longer than we have.

Uh-oh...

She's not interested.

I am. It's great, I've never done any of this stuff before.

You don't know how lucky you are!

Gardening Club, Chess Club,

Ping Pong Team, Potato Awareness Group, Advanced Abseiling,

Brass Band, Jazz Band,

Choir - that ought to be banned.

You're about to sign up to 23 clubs.

You'd have to be a maniac to join that many!

-I'm in all those clubs!

-Do you see what I'm saying?

Hey, guys, look! I can fit a whole doughnut in my mouth.

Nice, Roly(!)

-All right, Aneisha.

-Roly, I didn't send you that message.

All right, whatever. Of course you didn't.

Roly! You said you'd join Chess Club.

Uh-oh.

Run, Roly, run! Run!

Detention every day this week!

You're accusing me with no proof!

This is exactly what MI9 did to that granny!

-How do you even know it was me?

-"A floppy-haired idiot with a guitar."

That could be anyone!

"He scared our cat singing his dreadful song.

"My name is By-ron, they say I sound like a siren."

It doesn't even rhyme.

Yeah, well, how was I supposed to know there's no music allowed

-in the playground?

-Because there's signs saying "no music" everywhere!

No, there's not. They've all gone.

What? Somebody's removed my signs?!

-When I find out who...

-Wonderful singing in the playground, Byron.

Keep up the good work.

Shut up.

Ah, Zoe! Welcome to St Heart's.

I hope you have a creative and educationally rewarding time here.

Me too, Mr Flatley! I'm really looking forward to it.

School's so exciting! Can I sit at the front?

-She's funny.

-Weird, you mean.

Er, yes. I don't see why not.

Great. Wonderful. How refreshing!

BEEPERS BUZZ What a wonderful example to us all.

An eager young mind embracing the pursuit of knowledge.

A sponge waiting to soak up all the information that this school has...

Oh.

She's gone.

BEEPING

MI9 have identified an anomaly

at one of our secret storage facilities - Vault 12.

-I've never heard of it.

-Yeah, that'll be the word "secret".

-What's in Vault 12?

-Sorry, Dan, top secret.

It's where MI9 keep captured super weapons and other devices.

But obviously not that top secret.

No, it's good - took me over seven seconds to crack that security.

Well, anyway, due to the emergence of these new KORPS wannabes,

MI9 have upgraded the alert level to amber.

We're checking out everything, no matter how small.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Thank you, Odysseus. The systems are breached.

Assault team, you have a green light.

OK, team, scan every room for anomalies.

This one's clear.

What's a Global Vaporiser? Sounds like one of Tom's stupid games.

I've read about it.

It was a KORPS experiment to create a weapon that simultaneously

destroyed every ocean and sea on the planet.

To be fair, that does sound a bit like one of my stupid games.

It'd be called Dry-mageddon!

-'Game over!'

-Oh, what?

Tom, are you playing a game when we're supposed to be working?

No.

Well, not any more.

OK, team. The readings are fine. Head back to base.

Hang on.

What was that last one?

The heat's up 0.2%.

That's only just outside the margin of error - let's call it a day.

The room's 125 cubic metres and kept at a constant temperature

of 22 degrees. To raise the temp 0.2%, you'd need a 500-watt,

three-bar heater or exactly...

Three human bodies.

-But we're not in the room.

-Right. So someone else is.

They've blocked access from inside!

OK, let's do it the old-fashioned way. Watch this, Zoe.

This is how to be an action chick!

Ow!

It's a grade-seven fused metrasealed door - you can't kick it open.

I know that now!

I need calcium, carbon and polyisobutylene.

Then you should've brought a chemistry set with you.

-Eyeliner and chewing gum?

-Exactly.

OK. I can do that.

Together they create a corrosive compound that...

-Now you can kick it in.

-I've only got one good foot left!

Do you mind just giving up? Because my foot really hurts.

Your choice.

She knows we could have taken them, right?

Enemy incapacitated, device secure.

Great work, team. Well done.

Not so much. One of the other rooms got hit too.

They took the Global Vaporiser.

I was in on the interrogation. The operatives you caught wouldn't talk.

Well, we know who they work for.

Very unfashionable KORPS suits.

Trust me, no-one would wear one of those if they didn't have to.

TORSO were a part of KORPS just like SKUL.

-It all leads back to KORPS.

-We've been through this.

-I don't know who we're fighting but it is not KORPS.

-Frank...

TORSO, SKUL, KORPS - we've seen them, fought them.

We've even captured two of them.

We've got their badges, their uniforms

and we've heard the Master Mind's voice.

Why won't you even consider the possibility this is KORPS?

Because I was there!

I led the MI9 team in the final battle with KORPS.

One of the enemy's super weapons blew up.

The explosion was so great they had to identify the Master Mind

using DNA. They never even found the Crime Minister's body.

I was the only person to get out of that building alive.

But, Frank, isn't it possible that...?

Hang on.

The only one?

What happened to the rest of the MI9 team?

I lost a lot of friends that day.

If KORPS weren't totally destroyed,

then they died for nothing.

No, no, no - this is all wrong.

The only way to enter that floor hatch in Vault 12

is with internal MI9 access.

There was evidence that the bad tip-off about Mrs Humm

-came from inside MI9 too.

-I thought it was just a mistake.

Could a traitor inside MI9 be behind all this?

Who'd know enough about KORPS to pull it off?

Except for Stella and me, of course. Still, it does make sense.

Imagine if the press got hold of this traitor thing

-as well as the Mrs Humm thing.

-They already have.

A missing super-weapon and MI9 in crisis.

We've just learned that this looks like an inside job.

I'm just going to try and get a word with this MI9 official.

Excuse me? How do you feel about calls for MI9 to be withdrawn

from security at tomorrow's World Leaders Conference?

It's business as usual.

How can you carry on when you can't even trust your own operatives?

No comment.

This has been Jenny Lane reporting.

That reporter really winds me up.

-She's just doing her job.

-I don't like it.

If we've got a traitor inside our organisation, how do we know

that they won't be in Stella's security detail at the conference?

We don't. But I'm sure Stella can handle it.

We should give her some covert back up - just to be on the safe side.

Disguises? Cool.

Remember, team - keep a low profile.

-Yeah, good luck with that in those outfits.

-Thanks, Tom.

Focus on the mission, everyone. We've got a lot of people to protect

and a dangerous super weapon to find.

-Actually, it's not that dangerous.

-What do you mean?

I was reading up about the Global Vaporiser.

MI9 techs found it needed an infinite amount of power to work.

And that's impossible according to the laws of physics.

-So the device doesn't work.

-There's something else that worries me.

Frank said there aren't many MI9 agents who could be behind this.

-So?

-Well, one of them's running security today.

-No way.

Frank would say something if he thought it could be Stella.

They've got history. Maybe his emotions are clouding his judgment.

I say we keep an eye on Stella, just in case.

Can you imagine them kissing? Weird!

Guys, you might want to bear in mind that Frank can hear

everything you say. I had to cut out his earpiece for most of that.

I'm back. Sorry, some kind of malfunction with my earpiece.

There's that awful Jenny Lane.

Look at her smiling at Stella - she's so fake.

If anything goes wrong, it'll be on the telly.

Nothing will go wrong. I counted 14 MI9 agents, plus us.

14? We've got a problem.

Tom's right, only 12 were assigned.

We've got two unidentifieds in the room.

Let's keep this quiet - we don't want to start a panic.

-How do we know who's who?

-Hold on, this worked before.

I'll send feedback down the MI9 audio system.

SHRILL FEEDBACK

There! Zoe, with me.

Neish, stay here. There could be more of them.

Stop!

Ah!

Agh!

Argh!

Argh!

Ah!

I guess this is a bad time to ask for an interview?

Electrical Feedback TORC.

10,000 volts in 20 seconds' time.

Save her life or chase me. It's your choice.

Ahh!

Zoe! He's right.

We need at least four people touching the TORC

to safely soak up the electrical charges.

Please, help me.

Thank you. I owe you my life.

Nine years of training. NINE! And you didn't count the agents!

She's making a lot of noise,

but I can't help feeling she should have noticed the extra bodies.

-You really think she could be behind this?

-Yeah.

I'm so sorry. Of course I have to report this on the news,

but, well, maybe this'll help.

That oaf dropped it.

He dropped it?

I still don't like her.

Another day, another embarrassment for MI9.

How long before the Government shuts down

this struggling security service?

Nearly done. Just got to reverse the sub-highway connectors

and I'll be able to trace where their orders came from.

This could be interesting.

It doesn't worry any of you that this was all a bit easy?

Easy? You could have been killed!

Yeah, but MI9 disguises?

Someone was bound to spot there were too many agents.

It's amazing no-one spotted it earlier.

I'm sorry, but it is.

And what kind of agent drops their communicator?

I don't like it.

Sorry I'm late, I was... What's going on?

Tom's wired up the communicator Jenny Lane found.

He's tracing it back to the source.

Waste of time, they'll have covered their tracks by now.

Nope. Got it!

It's a security service signature -

the orders definitely came from inside MI9.

We've got him. Or her.

I just need to run it through the database.

Here we go.

The traitor is...

Frank? But...

I must have done it wrong.

Frank, the message came from your secure log in. Who has access?

No-one. And it's iris, DNA and fingerprint locked.

No-one could have hacked it.

Give me something. This is looking really bad.

Stella, you can't think Frank's behind this.

-It's Frank!

-Maybe if I speak to the two men we captured?

Like you spoke to the men we captured in Vault 12?

They haven't communicated with us since!

I'm sorry, Frank.

I'm going to have to place you under arrest until we look into this.

Tom, seal his MI9 log in so he can't access the mainframe.

-You know what you can do with that order?

-Tom!

Stella's right. She has to follow protocol.

-Do it.

-But...

-Now!

Agents, go back to St Heart's.

Consider yourselves stood down until we get to the bottom of this.

# My soul's all messed up

# Like an MI9 operation

# My heart's all leaky like some secret service information... #

I don't believe this. Even Byron's having a go.

-No! No! No!

-OK, we'll talk about it tomorrow!

What was it this time?

She wants actors for a school play about MI9. It's a comedy.

-I can't take much more of this.

-You know, we'd be bad agents

if we didn't at least look at the possibility...

That Frank's a traitor? I don't believe it.

I don't like it either, but he did suggest we leave Vault 12

without investigating that heat reading.

He didn't want us to back Stella up at the conference either.

Or trace the communicator signal.

Are we really sure about him? We haven't known him long.

I agree, his behaviour's been a bit strange,

but I won't believe he's a traitor until I see proof.

They just found information on Frank's secure log in

that led them to the stolen Global Vaporiser.

It could be mind control.

Aneisha, sooner or later we've got

-to ask ourselves the question...

-Why do we think he's innocent?

I know how it looks, but one of the reasons they made me an agent

was because I can see what people are really like.

And I'm telling you, Frank didn't do this.

I guess just because I don't know how his account could be hacked

doesn't mean it can't be done.

He gave me a new life.

I'm with Frank, no matter what.

I said we'd be poor agents

if we didn't consider the possibility that Frank was guilty.

Well, we've considered it. Let's go and prove he's innocent.

Ah, Zoe! I hope you're having a good week.

I know we haven't seen much of...

Off again! So busy.

Wonderful.

It means a great deal that you all still have faith in me.

New hobby?

It was left by the previous occupant of my cell, Mrs Humm.

Frank, if we're going to clear your name, we need something to go on.

Who could do something like this?

The spread of mistrust, hidden motives,

misinformation, manipulation...

There's only one group capable of this.

I was so desperate for it not to be true,

I convinced myself it wasn't possible.

But it's time to face facts.

KORPS are back.

So it is KORPS. What's their aim?

I wish I knew.

Getting inside the mind of KORPS is difficult...and dangerous.

Well, if you can't do it, who can? No-one knows them as well as you.

Actually, that's not true.

Someone in the cell next door knows them better than anyone.

An ex-KORPS captain.

We need to talk to the Grand Master.

Ah, visitors.

We need information about KORPS.

We? One of them now, are you?

They're my friends.

Friends. Fascinating.

This is a waste of time, he's not going to help.

-I might, if you were to help me.

-What do you want?

The General isn't built for prison life - he's off his carrots.

You can have all the info you want if you promise to get him out.

-Deal!

-Tom!

-It's a rabbit!

-All right, fine. Deal.

-Ask your questions.

I've got three.

Why arrange for a fake tip-off so an old lady gets arrested?

Why steal a device that doesn't work?

And why make a half-hearted attempt to kidnap a world leader?

None of it makes sense.

On the contrary, it all makes perfect sense. Revenge.

Revenge?

KORPS think I sold them out to MI9 so I could run SKUL.

A very hurtful accusation,

especially as it's true.

Has anyone got a violin? I'm welling up(!)

KORPS want revenge on those who destroyed them all those years ago.

Frank! It's all about Frank.

It didn't matter that the weapon didn't work -

they didn't want to use it. They just wanted to plant it on Frank.

And they made the fiasco with the old lady lead back to him too.

But why the botched kidnap?

To plant the communicator. That's what led us to Frank.

-They've been setting him up all along.

-Yeah, OK, but how?

Face it, only Frank can access his own secure log in.

Someone's using it right now. That's not possible, I sealed it myself.

Couldn't he have created a second work station?

It'd still have DNA, iris and fingerprint locks.

Unless it was a really old one that hadn't been deactivated.

They're in the Bunker!

The old terminals would only have been password protected.

That's how they hacked in and made Frank look like a traitor.

Whoever it is just accessed the Bunker's self-destruct.

If it goes off, it'll take the whole MI9 building with it.

Stella, it's Tom. Frank's innocent. We know how they did it.

Remember, we have a deal.

I need Frank's old level nine password to shut it down.

There isn't enough time to hack it.

What is it, Zoe?

Whoever used Frank's old computer to set off the self-destruct

-didn't have time to get out.

-So where are they?

Something's not right.

All that KORPS junk was over there last time.

It's moved.

It's just junk.

Trust her.

Agent Odysseus, you are detected. Assemble. And destroy them.

MECHANICS WHIR

Tom, keep trying to disarm the countdown. We'll hold the robot.

We've got it!

Argh!

Oh!

-Help!

-Sorry, busy.

Hold on, Neish, I'm coming!

Argh!

Tom, shut down the robot frequency!

BEEPING

Got it!

ROBOT: Systems Failure.

You've got three seconds before that robot comes back online.

Woo!

Genius, Dan. The current turned the wall into a giant magnet.

-What's going on?

-I'll explain later.

Frank's got ten seconds to enter his old password and stop the countdown.

What are you waiting for?

"Lovely Stella"? Seriously?

It was ten years ago.

WHIRRING

Of course. The circle mystery.

Not a circle, but an O - the first letter of Odysseus.

There's no doubt now.

Only one group could be so horribly ingenious.

It's been a long time, Frank.

Crime Minister?

-I saw you die.

-What did you really see, Frank?

-The explosion.

-All part of my escape plan.

And I wasn't the only one to escape.

You'll be meeting lots of old friends in the days and weeks

and years of pain to come.

KORPS is rising.

We'll get them, Frank.

And when we do, they're never coming back again.

I can't believe I brought that thing inside MI9 like a Trojan Horse.

You wouldn't make a mistake like that, would you?

You know, talking to a rabbit's the first sign of being a Grand Master.

It's embarrassing, really.

I thought I knew all there was to know about KORPS,

but they knew me better.

They knew I'd be intrigued by those Omicron symbols.

They knew I'd take that stuff back to MI9.

-What's up?

-It's probably nothing.

-If we've learnt anything from this,

it's that we should trust our instincts.

Yours are the best we've got.

Do you have any facial alteration software?

What do you think?

-Who are we looking at?

-Pull up the Crime Minister.

Now add blonde hair and big glasses.

SHE GASPS

-I knew it! I didn't trust her from the start.

-Jenny Lane?

She was orchestrating the whole thing from right in front of us.

Don't bother, Zoe. She'll be long gone.

Crime Minister calling The Master Mind.

'Report.'

Operation Payback 62% successful, my master.

MI9 are publicly embarrassed

and the Government's faith in them is damaged.

But Frank London remains at large.

'No matter. We have other plans for dealing with our old friend.'

-What are your orders?

-'KORPS is revealed.

'While we continue to pursue our true secret objective,

'there is no sense in hiding the rest of the organisation.

'Unleash them.'

At last!

It's war. Activate.

-THORAX active.

-DIGIT active.

METACARPAL active.

NEOCORTEX active.

-NUCLEAR active.

-TIBIA active.

-OESOPHAGUS active.

-KNEE active.

-TERROR active...

You know, I'm really impressed

-with the students' spelling and modern vocabulary.

-Oh, yeah?

Well, if one of them doesn't own up and clean it off my car,

I'll have the whole school in detention.

Now, now, Mr McNab. We don't call it detention any more.

What do we call it?

-Fun Together Time.

-You see how positive that sounds?

HUMMING >

SHE HUMS

Zoe?

It's 6:31. What are you doing still here?

Thing is, I've had a lot going on this week.

I was wondering if I could do my lessons now.

I'm happy to come to school in the evening and weekends.

No. Definitely awake.