Agent Cody Banks 2: Destination London Page #3

a little bit, all right, man?

Who are you?

Derek Bowman. I'm your handler.

OK. Double cheeseburger,

hold the pickle...

easy on the mustard,

no mayo, ayo, ayo.

Are you kidding?

Come on, just say the code.

Chicken sandwich

with everything...

a-ling, a-ling, a-ling.

Thank you, but

I don't need a handler.

Hey, I don't need a white

Mini-me, but here we are.

Cody Banks.

Voila.

All right. Here we go.

State of the art field unit.

Designed it myself.

Gucci interior,

plasma flatscreen...

DVD, surround sound...

G.P.S., wireless ethernet.

Check it out.

And riding shotgun,

my right-hand man Kumar.

All right, Mr. Banks?

He is a bit young,

isn't he, sir?

And to top it off--

I got the baddest system

in all of London.

Turn it down!

Oh! It's half past two.

What?

Of course, every time

you turn that on...

you risk blowing your cover...

and putting yourself

and all your men in danger.

You know what

your problem is, Banks?

You're too darned old, man.

Act like a kid.

That's why they recruited you.

And besides,

it's more fun anyway.

That's the Concorde right there.

There it is, over there.

There's

the Houses of Parliament.

That's Big Ben.

Check this out.

You don't have anyone

checking up on you?

Nope.

So, basically,

you just roam around London...

as completely free agents?

That's right.

Sounds to me like you've

been dropped off the map.

All right, look, man.

I screwed up

on another mission...

and they sent me to

this little backwater...

to teach me

a lesson, all right?

Here, what are you calling

a little backwater?

Stick with me, Bowman.

I might be able

to get you back home.

Check it out.

"G7 world leaders summit to be

held at Buckingham Palace"?

What does this have to do--

Next page.

"Lord Duncan Kenworth

to expand Research Program."

File the kid up, Kumar.

Your entry target

is Lord Duncan Kenworth...

brilliant scientist,

and greedy as a rat.

You think Diaz and this Kenworth

dude are working together?

One of the only scientists

able to make...

the mind control software work:

Lord Kenworth.

I'll bet that Diaz

is already in London...

and it's no coincidence

that he's here...

the same week as

all these world leaders.

You put these two

zip-a-dee-doo-dahs together...

and we have a nightmare

waiting to happen.

Mind control is reality,

and God help us all.

Kenworth's married to

Lady Josephine Kenworth...

who runs

a summer music program...

at the Westminster

Music Academy.

You'll be staying

with eleven other...

international musical geniuses

at their posh estate.

Musical geniuses?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

I don't mean to throw

a wrench into things here...

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