mangafan1996: I'm not too good with summaries so… let's just read the story.

disclaimer: I do not own Huntik, and I'm not sure who does. I'm not that into Huntik now although I was when I wrote this.

CHAPTER 1:

18 HOURS EARLIER:

Returning from a mission in Turkey:

'For once we got home quickly' commented Sophie, at a quarter to twelve, midnight.

'Yeah;' said Zhalia, rolling her eyes, 'Only 4 delayed flights this time. They are getting better'

'I suggest you stay here tonight Sophie, and get a good night's sleep. Lok, you should too.'

'Thanks, Dante' yawned Sophie.

'I'm exhausted,' admitted Lok, 'Goodnight everyone' he added, before turning and going to his room, the others following shortly after.

The next day:

Prague, Organization headquarters:

'Rasemov,' said the Professor, 'I have a new mission for you.'

'Yes, sir?'

'You will know, of course, about Eathon's boy, Lok Lambert. You're mission is to find, capture, and do with him what you will, but you must get rid of him eventually...' Instructed the Professor.'

'Of course sire, it would be my pleasure…'

Dante's House, Venice:

Somewhere in the house, someone is sleeping quietly, while others are busy waking-up and others pulling pranks.

'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!' screamed Lok, as he jumped up, soaked head to toe by the jugs of water Sophie and Cherit threw over him.

'What's wrong!' shouted Dante, as he ran in, before he almost fell over laughing at Lok, Zhalia too.

'It's not that funny.' growled Lok, looking daggers with his eyes at Sophie and Cherit.

'Come on, lighten up,' whined Sophie, 'It was pretty funny, you have to admit. You should have seen you're face!'

Lok's expression cleared before he answered.

'All right,' he said, 'I'll admit it after I do this!'

And before anyone could move, he grabbed the spare jug of water on the table beside him and threw it all over Sophie and Cherit!

'Lok!' screamed Sophie, in outrage. Behind her, both Zhalia and Dante were clutching their stomachs, trying not to laugh.

'I admit it,' said Lok, biting back laughter 'That was funny!'

2 hours later:

By the time everyone was awake and eating breakfast, Lok and Sophie had made up, and they were laughing about it all. There was no call from Guggenheim, so they had the day free of missions.

'I'm just going out for a bit, Dante.' called Lok.

'Have you got you're phone?' phones were one of the first things Dante had got them, that and trackers, so that if any of them ever got lost or went missing, they could be found.

'Yeah' yelled Lok

'Where are you going?' Dante poked his head around the door to the kitchen.

'I want to get some stuff from my dorm.'

'Okay then. Don't be too long.'

'I won't. See you later!'

Lok left the house, and headed to his dorm room. He opened the door to his room and immediately fell to the floor, unconscious, his phone falling out of his pocket…

Dante's house, 3 hours later:

Sophie and Cherit came into the room.

'Dante, where's Lok? I need to speak to him.' said Sophie.

'I'm not sure. He went out a few hours ago but he hasn't come back. I told him not too be gone for too long.'

'Did he take his phone?' said Zhalia who had walked in and overheard what Dante was saying.

'Yep.'

'Well then, he would have called if he was in trouble. He's probably just lost track of time.' said Zhalia.

'You're right, but I can't help feeling like something has happened.' sighed Dante…

Lok's Dorm, unknown time:

'What happened?' groaned Lok.

'Quiet, boy.'

"WWWWHHHHAAAATTTT?????" thought Lok. "Why are there suits here!!!!?"

'Who are you? Why are you here?' Lok said, cautiously.

'I said, QUIET!!!' The suit ordered, kicking Lok in the stomach.

'Take him to the plane, and leave this;' someone indicated the phone next to Lok, 'here.'

'Rasemov…' said Lok, in disbelief.

'What are you doing here?' he whispered, before he fainted and saw no more…

Dante's house:

'Now I'm worried.' said Dante anxiously.

'Why? Lok is probably on his way back now' said Sophie, coming into the kitchen.

'But Lok's not answering his phone. He'd answer it anytime, unless he was in trouble.'

'You're right Dante,' said Zhalia, 'He always answers his phone. Maybe the battery is dead.'

'I don't think so, it still rings, like he just isn't answering.'

Just then, Dante's phone began to ring.

'It's Lok!' exclaimed Dante.

'See, I told you he'd call. Go on then, answer it!' said Zhalia.

'Hello? Lok?' said Dante.

'Dante Vale. How unexpected of you.'

'Rasemov' gasped Dante.

Sophie and Zhalia's expressions immediately went to fear and anger.

'Where's Lok, Rasemov? What have you done to him?' demanded Dante.

Dante heard a voice he recognised in the background, but he could only faintly hear it:

'Let me go! Dante, help!' Lok shouted.

He started to say more, but before he could he was cut off by an Augerfrost, and Dante heard Lok fall to the floor.

'Don't worry; we haven't done anything extremely bad to him, yet. Now don't bother calling anymore, the boy is about as likely to answer as you are to see him again. And he won't answer. Good-bye and Good-day, Dante Vale.'

And, just like that, the line went dead. Dante stared at it in shock.

'Dante?' questioned Zhalia.

'Where's Lok, Dante? Please tell me!' Sophie looked ready to cry.

'Rasemov has him…' said Dante bleakly, in disbelief.

'Is he hurt? Please tell me he isn't hurt.' pleaded Sophie.

'Rasemov says he isn't hurt, but we can't trust him. He also says we won't see him again.'

Sophie gasped like she had been punched.

'What do you mean, Dante? You can't be serious. Please tell me this is all a joke.'

'I'm afraid not. Sophie, can you go upstairs for a bit? I need to sort something out… take Cherit with you please.'

'OK, but when will we start looking for Lok? I mean, we can't just leave him.'

'Just go.' said Dante.

Sophie slowly went upstairs, followed by Cherit, leaving Dante and Zhalia downstairs.

'What are we going to do Dante? Sophie was right, we can't just forget about Lok.' 'And we won't. First things first, we are going to call Metz and Guggenheim and inform them about Lok.'

Dante turned on the big screen, and called Metz. Luckily, he wasn't in a meeting and Guggenheim was there.

'Well Dante, to what do we owe this pleasure?' said Metz.

'There is no pleasure, Metz. We have a very serious issue.'

'What's this issue?' said Metz, all jokes gone from his voice.

'Lok's missing.'

'What! Since when?'

'A few hours ago, Lok went on a walk to his Dorm. He hasn't returned. We tried calling him, but there was no answer on the mobile.'

There was shock etched upon Metz's face.

'Then, a couple of minutes ago, the phone rang. The caller ID said it was Lok, but when I answered, it wasn't him on-'

'Who was it then?' interrupted Guggenheim.

'It was… Rasemov.'

Dante sounded completely defeated.

'What!' shouted Metz and Guggenheim at the same time.

'Tell us everything he said.' ordered Metz.

'All right.' said Dante.

'When I asked him what he did to Lok, he said

"Don't worry; we haven't done anything extremely bad to him, yet. Now don't bother calling anymore, the boy is as likely to answer as you are to seeing him again. And He won't answer."

Before that though, we also heard Lok. He was calling to us for help, I guess he hoped we could hear, and we could but only faintly. Lok tried to say more, but he was stopped by an Augerfrost. I think it hit him and he fell unconscious because I heard something like someone falling to the ground. Then the line went dead.' Dante whispered.

'This is not good. Where did the call come from?'

'We traced it to Lok's dorm. They won't be there now, though. Rasemov is smart. He'll know we traced he call, and will have left with Lok, leaving the phone behind and also leaving us with no way to track them.'

'Again, this is not good.' said Metz.

'Hang on a sec.' said Zhalia slowly.

'What is it, Miss Moon?' enquired Guggenheim.

'Dante, didn't you place trackers on each of us, in case this happened?'

Dante's expression cleared, and he looked as happy as he could under the circumstances.

'Of course;' then his expression dimmed.

'But Rasemov has probably thought of that, found Lok's transmitter and thrown it away.'

Dante sighed.

'I can't help feeling I've failed him. I promised his Mom I'd look after him, and look what I let happen.'

Dante sounded like he would start crying soon. It was obvious to the others how much he cared about Lok.

'At least take a look, Dante;' encouraged Metz. 'You never know, Lok might have been able to stop him from finding it.'

'Okay, I'll try, but I doubt it will work …'