A/N: Hello all you peoples. To read this story you need: no knowledge of anything beyond the first book (though knowledge of the fourth and fifth books would be slightly helpful). No knowledge of any of my other stories (odd, I know.) But this does happen after all of my other stories and all the books even TTP. No spoilers for TTP though, mostly because it annoyed me, H/T fans will understand. Slight TOD and TLC spoilers, nothing major though.

Now it's time to sound like a rating on a video game. T for: language, drug and alcohol refrence. I think that's it.

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"Major Short." Trouble said into his mich. "What's you status."

Nothing but static responded.

He tried again. "Major Short, your status?"

Still, his only answer was static.

"Holly are you there!?" he yelled. "Holly! Holly! Damnit, talk to me! Foaly where are you!"

"What do you need Commander." Came two voices over the PA system. One was male and very shaky, Foaly, the other younger, female, and more composed, though still a little shaken up, Maikena Alda.

"I just want Foaly, Maike."

Static came through the system as Foaly took a couple calming breaths, followed by his appearance on the screen. "It's the hurricane of the century out in Colombia," Where Holly was on assignment, tracking a gang. "Her equipment may just be malfunctioning." Foaly was just trying to calm him down and keep him hopeful. It was highly unlikely Foaly's equipment actually malfunctioned.

"Could you check vitals?"

Foaly tapped a couple keys afraid of information he would get. "Flat Commander, their flat."

"What in Frond's name happened out there? She needed radio silence for a while, but I was starting to worry. I have no idea what happened, and I probably could have stopped it."

"Commander," Foaly started. When Trouble didn't reply he tried again. "Trouble?"

This time Trouble lifted his head.

"Do you want me to disintegrate the helmet?"

"No, we should use the locator in it to find her body after the storms over."

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Artemis's phone clattered to the floor.

"Artemis, what's wrong." Butler asked.

"It's Holly. She's missing in action. Presumed dead."

"What happened?"

"She was tracking a gang through Colombia..."

"During the Hurricane?"

"Yes and her vitals suddenly went flat during a period of radio silence."

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Some of the best teams the LEP had put together had failed to expose this drug ring, even the one headed by the Atlantian Commander. Holly had gotten the closest, but it now seemed it had, he hated to even think the word, killed her. Trouble was still going to try. He would out together a new team, and he had just the list. He typed in the number for Foaly on his mobile phone.

"Hello." Foaly answered still a little shaken up by the ordeal this morning.

"Foaly, I need some people in my office, Maike, Vinyaya, you and Alita Sobiat."

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A/N: This was an amazingly short chapter, especially when compared to my other ones.