"You get the left hall I get the right hall!" Elsa whispered, as Anna saluted and winked. She waited to make sure her sister was safely making her way down the hall before quietly making her way down her own.

Elsa pinched her nose, as for the old walls of the factory gave off an unpleasant stench. Despite the many missions she's worked on with Anna, she could never get used to the smells. The hall was dark, being that the only few windows were blocked by large wood planks nailed on. Her eyes squinted for any source of light, for that was where she would find her target.

After a few more turns down the hall, she caught the glimpse of light coming from where the loading dock would be. Quickly, she pinched a little button next to her ear lobe.

"Anna, do you hear me?" Elsa whispered. It was key to be quiet, especially since she was already picking up voices from her target.

"Hear you loud and clear!" Anna replied over the static. Even at a time like this, she still sounded cheerful.

"I found light."

"Me too. Where are you?"

Elsa paused, taking in her surroundings.

"First floor, next to the loading docks. You?"

"Good. Second floor balcony, above the loading docks. Oh my goodness Elsa, you have no idea whose here."

Elsa perked up. "Are the Southern Isle brothers there?"

The mission at hand was to capture the Southern Isle brothers, a band of a suspected twelve to fourteen brothers that was known to infiltrate top businesses. In the past week, they have infiltrated another top company called Corona Inc., and stole millions of dollars. Whatever they did with the money, no one knew. However, it was always suspected that they traded it away.

"Yes, they're here, but guess who else!" Anna squealed. Elsa made a shushing noise into the speaker, but she was very curious herself.

"Who?" Elsa asked.

"The Weaseltons!" Anna blurted.

"Weasleton? As in Weasleton Inc.?" Elsa asked, bewildered, ignoring Anna's mispronunciation. The Weasleton Inc. was another top of the pyramid company, who, according to recent tabloids, was going downhill. But to be here? Possibly dealing with the Southern Isles? That was slightly farfetched.

"What are they doing here?" Elsa asked, "I'm going in for a closer view."

"The CEO is there. I think they are dealing with cash." Anna whispered. "There is a large pillar right after your hall ends. Get behind there, and look up. That's where I'll be."

"Got it." Elsa nods, and moves in closer to the light. As she gets closer, sure enough, she hears the famously nasal voice of Weasleton's CEO.

Finally, she reaches the end of the hall. Sure enough, there is a pillar behind were the group was talking. Quickly, she dashed behind the pillar, glanced up, and saw the top of her orange-haired sister peeking out from behind a cargo box.

"I see you." Elsa murmurs into her mouth piece. She watched as her sister carefully peeked from behind the box, and gave her a wink.

"Great! Since you're closer, do you want to do the recording?" Anna asked. Elsa nodded. There was always a time in every mission where they could finally see each other after going separate ways, and Elsa found it very relieving.

"Great. I'll get the video recording. If they get their next location out, the agency is sure to catch them once and for all!" Anna chirped. Elsa grinned, and carefully unbuckled the recording device from her belt. She tapped the little red start button, and listened in.

"5,000." Came the Weasleton's nasal voice. She heard a tsk tsk sound, probably from one of the Southern Isle brothers.

"Sir, this is 10,000 at the least." The voice said. It had quite a regal air about it, yet sounded pretty young. Probably one of the younger brothers.

"Only ten thousand? Really? I'm a million at the least!" Came a young voice filled with mock hurt. Elsa's eyes widened. She glanced up at Anna, who seemed equally as confused. The voice sounded, honestly, too immature to be on either of the two sides.

"Oh, will you shut up!" Came a Southern Isles voice. Tentatively, Elsa glanced around the pillar. Around the only source of light were four Southern Isle brothers and the Weasleton CEO, surrounded by two henchmen. In the middle, however, right beneath the light, was someone else.

"Is that who I think it is?" Elsa gasped into the mouthpiece.

"I think it is."

In the middle was a boy, or rather a man who looked around twenty, just four years younger than Elsa. His elf like structure, messy white hair, and casual dress up made him look much younger than any of the men around him. He was tied to a chair, and a loose gag hung around his neck.

"I can't believe it." Elsa whispered.

"Jack Frost."