Sophie woke up. Did she hear a crash? It sounded like it came from Alex's room. Slowly, not to wake Robert, she tip-toed across the hall ignoring the clanging of the grandfather clock. 12:30….

She slowly opened Alex's bedroom door and winced when in creaked. Everything seemed to be fine…All of the sudden, a strong arm wrapped around her chest. "Don't move," a gun stretched out, firm in a hand and was pointed towards Alex's sleeping body. "Or she dies. Do not make a sound. Just back away slowly."

Sophie did just as the person ordered and couldn't relax. The person talked in hushed tones into a cell phone, saying it was fine to enter.

"Get out of my house!" Sophie hissed. The man sighed, and once again held the gun to a sleeping Alex. He cocked the gun. "Don't make me. Because I will not hesitate." Sophie couldn't turn around to see the man, but his voice had seemed familiar.

Sophie heard struggling from the master bedroom, along with the shattering of glass.

Robert!

Sophie felt a severe pain at the back of her neck. And then her world went black.

Ben Hanson picked up Sophie's slumping body, bridal style. He carried her down the stairs and out into the cool night. He approached the car door and swung it open. Gently, he placed Sophie's unconscious body on the car door. One of his partners should have been coming soon with Langdon knocked out.

Two of his partners lugged Langdon out of the house.

"We had to sedate him," one of his partners said gruffly. "Otherwise he might've killed both of us." There was a huge bump on his forehead, red and round.

"That's fine, just get in!" Ben motioned them in. "What did you do with the girl?"

"We sedated her too. She'll be out for hours. We have a table right under the doorknob, so she won't be able to open the door."

Ben nodded as he flipped open his laptop and clicked a button. Instantly, Regina's face filled the screen. "Is it finished?" she snapped.

"Yes, I have the couple."

"And the girl?"

"Locked inside."

"I need a connector to the cameras and the microphones. I'm going to copy them to my hard drive. Can you do that for me?"

This Ben didn't know about that part of the plan. "It's possible, if that's what you're asking. Why do you want it?"

She smirked. "You'll see."

Alexandria woke up, feeling a cold draft in her room. Did I leave the window open? She noticed her window was, in fact, open.

Then she noticed the glass spread around her room.

Then she noticed some blood smeared on the carpet.

"Mom? Dad?" she ran to the door. It was closed, and something was blocking it. She threw her body at the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

"MOM, DAD!" She screamed. She pounded on the door with the palm of her hand. "HELP!"

No response.

Alex rushed to her desk and pulled a drawer open. Inside laid her brand-new cell phone Robert had given her. She quickly turned it on and dialed. "Hello 911?"

"Regina!" Hanson barked as he pressed his earpiece. "She's calling the police!"

"I'm sending Martin in. He'll be our backup." Regina's voice spoke quickly.

In Italy, Vittoria Vetra was just getting up. She smiled at her husband Bryan Adams who lay in the bed next to her. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand, signaling that she had a missed call.

She listened to her voicemail. Her soft smile left her face and was replaced by a horrified expression. "Oh no," Vittoria mumbled, hand flew to her mouth.

She shut off the phone and got up from the bed, taking out articles of clothes and other things and putting them in a small carry-on bag.

Bryan woke up and looked at Vittoria fluttering about the room. "Vittoria?" he mumbled. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"

Vittoria looked over her shoulder.

"An old friend of mine is in trouble."

Alex looked wearily at the clock. 10:15 pm. The police had been grilling her for hours, along with checking the perimeter of the house.

She had called Marie and Jacob, Sophie's grandmother and brother. Marie had been crying, and Jacob had seemed so angry. Alexandria felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to know where they were.

As one policemen talked to her, another quickly ran in. "We found something…on the side of the house…"

Quick as a flash, Alex was up to follow the policemen outside.

Along the border of the house, the policeman pointed. On the side, in bright red paint-or blood, but Alex didn't want to think about it—was…was…an eye.

All seeing eye.

Illuminati.

Alex realized that she was shaking. Where are Dad and Mom? And what happened?