"Where the hell is he? He couldn't have just disappeared." The man said, staring at the computer screen unblinkingly, panning through the next image with blinding speed. It might have to do with the cord running from the back of his head to the port on the keyboard. It was un-nerving to the people around him.

"JC, I know Paul… He always does something for a reason, and maybe this is another one of those times where he can't tell us. It has happened before." The woman behind him said, masked with concern on her gray eyes and brown hair. She wore a pilots jacket similar to Jocks.

"Then where is he?" The cold voice demanded, but was only met by silence from those around him. He turned and glared first from the older pilot and friend, Jock, to Alex, Jaime and finally Mel, the one person who supposedly knew Paul better than his own brother. "Where is he, Sweet Charity?"

The use of her pet-name, the one she signed all her notes to Paul with, made her cringe. "I don't know, JC. Neither Jock nor I dropped him off anywhere… He was just gone." She looked away, arms crossed in defeat as she walked to the window that looked down on the Paris Street. "I want to know where he is too, but I have no idea."

With a sigh of frustration, the Agent sat at the computer. He had no idea why he was turning to this last resort, but it was just that, a last resort. "Helios…"

"Yes?"

"Can you find Paul Denton?" JC asked, speaking slowly, as though wanting to delay the news that the Omnipresent AI couldn't find the missing Agent. All he needed was to hear the closure of those words, to make sure that what he was feeling in the pit of his stomach was not a gut instinct.

"Yes. Sarching."

Blue eyes shot up at the sound of the word. Helios had to search? Since when? That thing had reign of the whole 'net, and it had to search? JC's eyes flickered to keep up with the AI, seeing the lines of code it went through in the process. A map displayed on the screen, showing the remains of a bombed building.

"Reports state that one Agent Denton entered at 1:34 this morning, and massacred everyone in the building before destroying it. The explosion occurred at 5:27, 42 minutes before sunrise." The image zoomed into foot prints. "This is proof he was there."

"Where do they lead?"

Not even a 20 minute walk was a diner, which was not at all busy. A security camera caught Paul's Entrance and Exit. Once with blood, once without. Two completely different people trapped in one body. JC was sure everyone stared, horrified, at what passed on the screen.

"Oh my god… Paul…" Mel whispered, choking back sobs.

"Where does he go from there?" JC asked, trying to keep his anger and astonishment in check. He had no idea what this might bring, but somehow, he hoped it was the end.

Helios took forever to reply, and on other screens, the 'Net visibly slowed down. The screens froze, only the cursor blinked as the physical people looked on. The room dropped into dead silence, only Mel's periodical sobs coming through.

"It's ok, sweetheart, he's still around. He will be found." Jock consoled, standing next to the woman and putting an arm around her. The older pilot was feeling his age after the events a year ago, when JC handed Area-51 over to Everett. The crazy man let them live with Nicollet at her chateau, but the young woman was never around to really care. They were left to their own devices in the mean time.

Two other figures entered then, watching everyone. They had no idea what was going on, but they felt it best to not talk. For once the shorter of the two held his annoying voice that agitated on the only real Agents' nerves. They stood at the back of the room, watching the others.

Jaime looked up to the two, and waved them over. "Paul has gone missing—"

"I know, he said he was going for a while…" The shorter man replied, running a hand through his red hair. Lines traced by fingers revealed he was decently augmented by the same technology that made up JC and Paul. He wore his trench coat like a mantle, with arms not through the sleeves.

JC slowly turned around, glowing eyes slits through his glasses. "Nick… you knew he was leaving?"

Bob Pages' clone shied away, but his silent companion placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him from going anywhere. "Yeah, not where too, just that he was going. He never said anything more than that."

Eyes snapped to the other clone. "You knew of this as well, Wade?"

"Yes sir. Agent Denton informed us that he would be leaving for a while, and that we were not to say anything until he returned, or were interrogated." Wade Walker replied, in the same tone of voice his 'father' had.

"Search complete."

All eyes snapped to the monitor. Vultures circled a figure covered by a dark coat. Sand was starting to obscure the form.

"Where?"

"Where ever he is, none of the birds can make it there." Jock muttered, pulling the keys for his chopper from his jacket pocket.

"United states. Location pinpointed." A map appeared on another screen, a red dot marking the spot several miles away from the base.

Instantly, JC was racing from the room, Jock following at his heels. They all heard the motors of the Helicopter start up, and take off from the front courtyard.

"Think they will make it?" Nick whispered, watching as vultures landed.

"I hope they do…" Mel replied, looking away from the screen.