Miles' POV
We got home in less than ten minutes. I unlocked the door and I rushed into my house, entering the living room where I saw my parents sitting on the sofa. My mum was crying into my dad's shoulder as he comforted her. The TV was turned on to the news channel where photos of missing children flashed across the screen, but the volume was muted. "Mum, Dad!" I called out, dropping my bag against the wall. My parents stood up and embraced me tightly.

"Oh, Miles. I'm so glad you're okay!" My mum exclaimed, still sobbing. "Jacob's missing! My poor son!"
"I know, it was in the papers." I replied as my mum returned to crying against my dad. I looked at my dad and he held my shoulder, glancing at me sympathetically. I could tell he was broken inside but he had to stay strong for my mum. He smiled weakly at Cecil.
"Hello, Cecil. Thank you for staying with Miles today. I know it's been really hard for all of us," he said, clasping his shoulder gently.

"Mr and Mrs Cage, Miles and I are going to do everything we can to get Jacob back. I promise." Cecil said.
"Thank you, son, but I think we should let the police handle this. I don't want anything happening to you boys either."
"But Dad," I interjected, "we know how to get him back! The police won't be able to do anything in time."
My dad replied dejectedly, "I'm sorry, but I just can't risk your safety."

"At least let us try. Please." I gave my best hard-to-resist sad face.
He looked at my mum. She gave him a reassuring nod. It took a while for him to reply but he finally sighed and said, "Ok, fine. Just be careful."
"Thank you. I'll tell you what we saw. Cecil, can you find the address on the computer upstairs please?" He climbed up the stairs and entered my bedroom. I could hear the soft hum of the computer turning on.

I was able to quickly replace the school objects in my bag with more useful 'spy' equipment: two torches, extra batteries, a hammer from the shed, some rope, my slingshot, a pouch full of rocks and two pairs of fingerless gloves. I took off my school blazer, slipping on a black jacket instead, and changed into some comfortable trainers. I decided to change what happened a bit so that I didn't worry my parents enough to make them change their minds.

I told them that I saw a man hustling a group of kids into a van and driving away. I told them that the kids were doing his heavy labour and that we have a lead as to where he might be hiding the kids. But I didn't tell them about my strange vision, or how I tried to stop the van, or even about Sabrina and her organisation. It was obvious that my parents could tell I was holding back information but after what happened recently (and all the times before that), they knew not to prise all the information out of me.

By the time I finished, Cecil had found the address to Business Wings. I twisted the handle and looked back at my parents. "Love you, bye!" I exclaimed as we ran out the door.
Just as it shut, I heard my mum say, "Come home soon!"

Our next stop was Cecil's house. He unlocked the front door and we walked in. Compared to my house, Cecil's home was a mansion. His parents were not millionaires but they were rich enough to have the best house in the estate, even though they weren't usually at home.

Cecil greeted his nanny and ran upstairs to pack his bag.
"Hi, Mrs Webb." I said, sitting at the counter. I watched as the sweet, 65 year old widowed lady wiped off the table and turned on the kettle. Although her husband had passed away eight years ago, I still remember him very fondly. Her two daughter and son who both adults now visited often so the house wasn't always this lonely when Cecil was gone.

"Hello, dear. I heard about Jacob. I'm terribly sorry. I hope you find him soon," she comforted me.
"Would you like anything to drink? Eat?"
"No, thanks. We have to go when Cecil comes down. We're on a mission," I explained.
"Ooh, I hope it goes as successfully as the last one," she said excitedly.

Cecil sprinted down the stairs in steps of three with a lighter backpack. He was wearing a dark jacket and different shoes.
"Are my parents at home, Mrs Webb?" Cecil asked with anticipation.
Mrs Webb shook her head slowly and answered, "I'm sorry, Cecil. They are still at work, they're coming home late tonight."

Cecil was obviously disappointed. His shoulders sagged but he tried to keep an expressionless face.
"Of course, I understand. Obviously being renowned scientists on the 'brink' of new discoveries makes you forget about your own children." he ranted, a hint of bitterness rolling off his tongue. We stayed silent. "Anyway, I probably saw it coming so we might as well just leave now."

"Bye, kids. Good luck on your mission," Mrs Webb winked and waved us goodbye. We exited the house as I read the time on my watch. 17:26. We had around four or so hours to find Brooks and the other kids before we lost them completely. 'No pressure.'

We took the bus to an area of the city filled with business buildings and popular brands. I followed Cecil passed some skyscrapers and turned left into a more desolate area with less people walking around the fairly empty streets. He guided us to a shabby building with a tattered neon sign that faintly read 'BU NES WIN S' in a thick, cursive font. The other letters were unlit so there must have been a problem with the circuit board. Either that, or the workers are really lazy.

"We have arrived at our destination," Cecil said monotonically, imitating the voice you would hear in a GPS. I took a deep breath in and out. "Well, it's now or never," I mentioned reluctantly. Taking the lead, I pushed the defective automatic door. We entered the lobby which was more modern on the inside than the building looked on the outside.

I grinned at Cecil and asked in my best American accent, "Good cop, bad cop?"
We walked towards the receptionist at the front desk. "I'll be the bad cop," he responded, smiling brightly.
"No."