The Breakthrough
Peter and Ned Try Again
After their first failed attempt at uncovering Harry’s past, Peter and Ned knew they had to be smarter.
Harry had caught them last time. He’d erased their searches, wiped their conspiracy board, and even mocked them for trying.
But did that mean they were going to stop?
Absolutely not.
This time, they planned carefully.
- No using their personal devices. They went to the school library.
- No obvious searches. They used a VPN, fake accounts, and disguised their queries.
- No rushing. They searched in small pieces, gathering information bit by bit.
They found something.
Harry Evans Exists… But Not Really
Ned stared at the screen, eyes wide. “Dude.”
Peter leaned in. “What?”
Ned turned the screen toward him. “I found something.”
Peter snatched the mouse, scrolling rapidly.
And there it was—
An official government record.
Name: Harry Evans
Citizenship: Dual Citizen (United Kingdom / United States)
Current Residence: New York, USA
Legal Status: Diplomatic Immunity in the United States
Peter’s jaw dropped.
“Diplomatic immunity?!” he whispered.
Ned nodded excitedly. “Dude, that’s not even the best part. Look at this.”
He clicked another tab.
It was a school record.
School Attended: Edinburgh Academy for the Exceptionally Gifted
Location: Scotland, United Kingdom
Status: Graduate
Peter gasped. “That—”
“That’s a real school,” Ned said. “Super exclusive. Only elite kids get in. No internet allowed, total secrecy. It’s like some spy academy or something.”
Peter grabbed his hair. “Dude. DUDE. What if he’s an actual agent?!”
Ned kept scrolling. “Wait, there’s more.”
Peter leaned in. “More?!”
Ned grinned. “Check this out.”
Professional Qualifications
They found certifications.
- Certified Field Medic – Emergency Trauma Specialization
- Professional Law Qualification – International Affairs & Governance
- Registered Consultant for MI6 – Details Confidential
Peter fell out of his chair.
Ned nearly choked on air.
“Oh my God,” Peter whispered. “Harry is an actual trained field medic? And a legal expert?!" I already know about MI6 cause he told he was a consultant but! but the rest?!
Ned gasped dramatically. “He’s a British spy lawyer doctor ninja!”
Peter grabbed his face. “We were right! He’s a super agent!”
Ned nodded furiously. “DUDE. WE HAVE TO TELL MY PARENTS.”
Peter jumped up. “AND MAY.”
May had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon when Peter and Ned burst into her apartment like lunatics.
May nearly dropped her drink. “WHAT—”
Peter grabbed her shoulders. “AUNT MAY. WE FOUND IT.”
Ned waved a stack of printouts. “HARRY EVANS EXISTS BUT HE’S A SPY.”
May blinked. “…I’m sorry, what?”
Peter shoved the papers in her face. “He has dual citizenship! He went to a secret boarding school in Scotland for rich people! He’s a trained field medic! He’s a legal expert! AND HE HAS A RECORD OF WORKING WITH MI6 LIKE HE SAID AND HE HAS DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY.”
May took the papers, read them, and then stared at them.
Then she looked at the boys.
Then back at the papers.
Then back at them.
Finally, she sighed.
“...Yeah, that tracks.”
Peter and Ned gawked.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT TRACKS?!” Peter shouted.
May shrugged. “I mean… he did erase your conspiracy board. And he is terrifyingly competent.”
Peter threw his hands in the air. “HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!”
May smirked. “I’ve had time to process.”
Ned grabbed his phone. “I’M TELLING MY MOM.”
Ned sprinted home, bursting into the kitchen like a man on fire.
His mom, mid-chopping vegetables, narrowed her eyes. “What did you do?”
Ned gasped for breath. “HARRY’S A BRITISH SPY LAWYER DOCTOR NINJA!”
She slowly set down the knife.
Then, calmly—
“Explain.”
Ned shoved the papers onto the counter.
His mom picked them up, read them, and then raised an eyebrow.
“...And?”
Ned stared. “MOM. HE WORKED FOR MI6.”
She hummed. “Confidentially.”
Ned waved his hands. “HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT?!”
His dad, walking in, glanced at the papers and shrugged.
“He did say he worked with intelligence.”
Ned gawked. “WHAT.”
His mom smirked. “Oh, honey. Did you really think you were subtle about your investigation?”
Ned froze.
His dad clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re smart, son. But you’re not Harry smart.”
And just like that—
Everything made sense.
Harry had let them find this.
Which meant—
Ned gasped. “PETER. HE PLAYED US.”
And on the other end of the city?
Harry, sipping his tea, smirked.