Fro Ninja; Wassup people? It's ya boi Fro Ninja, coming back with that flavor to your eyes, all with me about to kick this stupid session off right, with a new chapter, fresh of the block. (I leave it to you to decipher that sentence) But before we get into more goodness, let's call back some reviews from the last release.

Boris Yeltsin; I'm very glad you've signed onto it! Keep checking it out as the chapters come rolling out.

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Fro Ninja; Anyway, in case you probably don't remember, the mysterious Sugar Bomb had dropped a massive bomb on the spies, blasting them through a portal to who knows where. So what's this guy's deal? How does he know the spies, why does he want to bear them ill will? And what was the deal with the girl known as Charlotte Cruz? Let's find out!

Some time later, at an "unknown" location

The air around Sam seemed to evaporate, stripping along her own sense of reality before her very eyes. Her hands, no movement, her mouth, only silence. Her body shifted and fell through the course of the void that she kept getting sucked into, although for who knows how long was the last thing on her mind. Clover and Alex, her best friends were no longer even visible, their voices were cut due to the pressure blocking her hearing completely. A fact she came to realize as she her own screaming wasn't audible. Just like what saw moments ago, the wool over eyes cracked, and soon all she was white, white all around her. In that instance, only one thought filled out around her head,

"I want to go home." She said as a sudden streak of light consumed her vision.

Sam felt light, almost as if she was floating, or to her preference hopefully being carried by chiseled bookworm with the face of an underwear model. The slipping of salty beach water in her mouth quickly woke her up from such a fantasy. Her eyes scanned the area around her, spotting the soft inlay of the water shifting and moving around her body. Spitting out the water, she shot up from her laying position in the water, feeling the hard texture of sand on her boots.

"Not my idea of a morning drink." She said while hawking the rest of the water from her tongue, and taking a wide notice at the blazing sun above her beaming into her eyes, a nice contrast from the artificial void she found herself in. Turning herself around, she felt a rush a comfort as she saw the familiar sight of civilization, in the form of the California beach, buildings, cars, and passerbys on the walkway. Although that rush soon dissapated, substituted by perplexity.

"What...is this place?" Sam couldn't shake it, and most of all couldn't explain the mystery before her eyes. But another question rushed through her head. Quickly darting around her to locate the answer.

"Clover? Alex?" She whispered under a bated breath. Taking a second to regain her composure, she took a step out of the water, but dropped her compact. courtesy of WOOHP. Bending to pick it up from the water, she noticed her reflection and was taken aback.

"Who...is that?" She asked herself looking in the clear blue, moving her face from side to side to better identify."Is that me?" It was unrecognizable to her, unfamiliar in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. From her textures, her pigments, the details in her structure, everything felt more soft and warm as she ran her hands across it. Even her WOOHP issued catsuit felt lighter than usual but was made of different material, feeling smooth to the touch. Everything felt similar yet different, even from doing a quick equipment check of all of her gadgets, confirming that they still worked. This observation was quickly becoming fact even from the way she breathed in and out, this wasn't the California, at least not the one she knew.

Feeling bewildered at these discovery, she sprinted off the beach, seeing the resemblance of her own discovery in the faces of the various people she kept bumping into, each and every one of them trading expressions of intrigue and indifference to her.

She soon came to an intersection filled with cars, all of the models unknown to her, blaring noises that drowned out her own train of thought, flooding her ears second by second. She couldn't stand it not just the noise, but the sensation that this place was giving her. The noise buzzed down to the very core of her body, her the very fiber of her being distorted in and out Sam knew she didn't belong here.

She raced around through the traffic and hopping over the cars to get to the other side of the wide intersections, earning her plenty of horns and words that for some reason never felt audible to her before and was catching for the first time.

"Clover! Alex!" Sam shouted sprinting down the street of what she could vaguely perceive to be downtown Los Angeles, given the street signs pointing towards the locations of Rodeo Drive and Sunset Boulevard, only two of the frequent hangouts of she and her friends. Minutes passed, then came an hour before she was almost out of breath from searching several city blocks. She attempted several times to contact WOOHP headquarters with no success, which had set off more than a few alarms in Sam's head. WOOHP's communication relay is supposed to be on the advanced and secure networks in the entire world that would be a capable of picking up any signal from the lowest dirt ditch on the other side of the planet and broadcasting it with picaresque picture and audio quality. Such a device only shown static and crackles on her end. Jerry, G.L.A.D.O.S, and most importantly Clover, and Alex were non-responsive, but she decided to not assume the worst for the sake of their friendship, that was the only thing she had left of it.

"Okay Sam, calm down, calm down." She said to herself."Let's think about this." She walked over to a bench in a small rest area off a shopping strip she had just reached. There were still plenty of wandering eyes, but as her brain started to really move in motion, the became nothing but background noise to her.

"Okay, we found that...weirdo Sugar Bomb. He started spouting off some kind of talk of rules of the world and realities, then he activated what we had assumed was some kind of doomsday device, but was really some kind of...machine that seemed capable of producing quantum relays. All of which was hooked up to a secret function on the computer that it was connected to. It opened some kind of portal and then it...it..." A quick pain struck through Sam's head like lightning just as she was arriving on the thought, although it disappeared within seconds. Whether it the stress she was feeling from the exposure to such unfamiliar surroundings or not, she didn't think that was coincidence that she was feeling it now after running around in a frenzy as she had been. Was it possible?

Taking a deep breath she resumed her deduction only to be feel the same sensation swiftly strike at her once more. She held her head together and gripped the other hand tightly into a fist of building frustration, building, building until.

"Dammit!" She said in a sudden blurt of words. It was about a minute before she covered her mouth in shock at what she just said. What was that? She heard one of the drivers yell out to her in such a manner, which was probably due to her hopping clean over his windshield. Pretty soon, a cool sense of liberation swelled in her chest for some reason.

"Is it possible that whatever I was feeling earlier? It's having an effect on my emotions somehow?"

"Give the girl a prize, she is one smart cookie" A voice reached out to Sam in her head, it felt close, to the point it was right next to her. She snapped her head from side to side and over her to find him, but saw nothing.

"Where are you?!"

"Patience, you will locate me soon enough! As will the others, I'm not too big on keeping my players guessing after all."

"What happened to Clover and Alex?! What did you do them? And this place, where is it?"

"Be careful Sam, you don't want to wreck your brain pondering over such a simple matter logistics. You know what happened to you. You felt it from the moment you woke up on the beach." Sam didn't want to admit it despite the evidence already in her face.

"This is...another world." Her shoulders felt heavy for some reason, and it was a weight she couldn't take off even now.

"That's right Samantha. I have to tell you, I picked a wonderful playmaker for the game this time. It will definitely make for an interesting spectacle."

"Whatever 'game' you have planned, you can-"

"Shove it, suck it, put it in a pot and smoke it? That's some interesting vocabulary you picked up in just a few short hours here, through dodging traffic jams and whatnot. I'm getting shivers just thinking about what you'll learn next from where I'm gonna send you."

"Send me? What do you mean send me?"

"Exactly as I said. This is an away game darling. You have to go where the action is obviously. It's how the people behind it get the excitement going for the audience, it's entertainment."He said.

"You have a low standard for what passess as entertainment if you think this is something to for someone to cheer at."Sam said. She shook her head frivously, standing up and shouting at the sky "And if you think I'm playing your game, you have another thing sorely coming to you!"

Sugar Bomb playfully clicked his teeth.

"Samantha, do you think defiance will make this any easier on you?"Sam could tell he wasn't the kind of person to turn down such a notion from making the situation more easier."I'm afraid I do not croak and whine as much your other so called villains have done in the past, but because you and your friends individuals I have had my eye on for quite some time, I will easily make an exception."

"You can say whatever you want, and most importantly do whatever you want. I'm finding my friends on my own terms." Sam said. She could hear slight laughter coming from Sugar Bomb's mouth despite not being able to see it. He found such a prospect delightful by the sound of it, almost as if he were expecting this outcome.

"You know what? I would feel insulted if I got any less from you Sam. I'm loving your energy! I so very much look forward to see if maintained throughtout it all."

"Count on it Sugar Bomb!"

"Ahh, but of course this goes without saying." Suddenly Sam felt his tone change, with his usual glibness fading into pure menace."I truly destest player inteferance. I warn you, and it will be the only one from me, you involve or seek help from anyone in this world in your quest, I will not hesitate to obliterate them. Something of which goes against your code, does it not? So please, I beg you. Give me a reason"

Sam didn't so much move for a few seconds, soon no longer feeling the abnormal presence of Sugar Bomb anywhere in her mind. An internal presence that it seemed she was going to have to accumulate to. If he could rip the spies from their world into another and could watch all of them simultaneously, any idea of his involving kiling someone wouldn't be too far out of the imagination. But she couldn't let that stop her from finding her best friends. Which was something she was going to do on her terms, and 'why wouldn't she able to?' she thought with a smile, feeling her experience as a WOOHP agent spring her off her feet. Espionage and information gathering were the basics.

"Okay, now. Even though this is another world, everything still looks the same at least, so it's good to know I'm still in America. But of course, that means there is over 49 other states Clover and Alex could have ended up in." Sam sighed as she walked down the strip."Where's a good place to start?" The abnormal feeling that ran through her earlier spiked on more in her stomach. This was a game indeed, and she was on a time limit.

"Clover, Alex. I'm going to find you! Count on it!"

2 Months later-

Brooklyn, New York

Somewhere in Williamsburg

3:45 AM

Ambience of the streets of New York was at a cool tempo that can easily tapped along to. Blazing lights from the brimming roads and lights resonating from the cars in streaks you can easily get lost in.

"That was not at all what was happening on the vanilla version!" A single person yelled out on the empty sidewalk to the person walking alongside her. A man, very meek looking as well as being almost half a foot shorter than her.

"It's true! The original version of SF 2 had a glitch where Guile had these handcuffs, and it was something they added into the video game version of the the movie." He said.

"Hold up, Mel. Wasn't there also a glitch where you can buff out normal moves into specials?" The girl gave a slight swipe through her curly hair as she let out another chuckle."That basically gave devs the idea of move cancelling right?"

"Pretty much, then it got brought over to Hyper as a result, although the tech that they give Guile is probably is most broken incarnation." Mel said playfully

"Pshhh, someone clearly didn't play Alpha's hacked version where he has unlimited meter."

"You actually play the Anthology version instead of the Anniversary edition? Weak..."

"Don't hate on it. It's got Gem Fighter." Thought she wasn't really well versed in the entirety of fighting game trivia, Charlotte knew enought just to pass her by in conversation with Melvin, probably the most well known geek in her entire department. A fact she knew very well going into the bet with her partner to last a date for one night. She had no particular feelings of the sort against, in fact found his appearance kind of charming from a certain standpoint, provided of course there was enough alcohol in her system to blur that line.

"Ahh yes, the one that Capcom didn't even bother the beloved re-release on my Android."

"Don't give them any ideas now."

"They probably have already..."

"Don't you say it!" She shouted.

"I can bring up Eventhubs right now..."

She shook her head at such a suggestion. Capcom would re-release 3rd Strike for the 3DS before that even happened.

Both of them continued the conversation as they cruised all the way down Johnson Avenue, passing various stores they had seen on various cooking and food adverts on Facebook and promising luxurious visits. At least when payroll doesn't seem that depressing after taxes. They threw the ball on a tangent constantly, ranging from music choices, anime recommendations, even poetry from various spiritual journey books that Charlotte read before going to bed. Until they came to her favorite topic, nostalgic shows.

'He better bring it up, he fricking better!

She got jitters that got only worse and worse as the alochol from earlier started to truly settle in her bloodstream. Which will seem eventual after visiting about 3 bars requesting nothing but rum then secretly mixing it with Lambrusco when her date wasn't looking.

"...so I really just think that pre- 2010's CN was just superior in every way." Charlotte's flashed her eyes at Mel, taking a subtle double take, and noticing her hearing had been fading in and out for the past minute or so. The mention of Cartoon Network brought her back to reality as if it were a sobering mental slap.

"Really? What was your favorite show?" She was on her hands and knees waiting for his response.

"I definitely dug the Miguzi block, some of the best shows of that era got really big on it. Especially Code Lyoko. To this day, the best. Hands down."

As her excitement waned, as did her expectations.

"Seriously? Of all things, you had to go with the french Dot Hack of all things?!" Charlotte said at a higher tone, and then quickly calmed down once she felt something reaching out from the bottom of her throat. Mel placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Umm...maybe you shouldn't have taken so many Cruz." He said worringly.

She shooed him away from her with a waving gesture. Thought it was a slightly awkard juke, she quickly regained her balance and as a result her composure. She took a second to focus her breathing, clearing her head and her flushed face from before. Within a few moments, she looked like new, surprising Mel almost into a shock.

"Trust me. It's no more than usual. Especially before I head to the crib. And it came in handy tonight. That's for sure." She took out her phone out of her jacket pocket. Besides noticing the time going on 4 AM, 2 notifications popped up, forming a grim expression on her face.

5 new text messages from Withheld Number. "Him again? Guess he can't take a hint.

2 new voicemails from Mama. Most likely asking where her 24 year old daughter is a 4 AM. She shook her head frivolously before putting it back into her pocket.

"Well, that's kind of hurtful." Mel said disappointingly, before getting a slight jab to his arm from Charlotte and noticing her infamous warm smile.

"Hey don't feel too bad. The swill makes it ten times better. Besides, not for nothing I had a really good time tonight. You're good company Mel." She then pulled out two tickets for a small concert for an opening band by the Silent Barn."Even if the show got canceled. Still had a few drinks and laughs. I'd say that counts as a win-win yeah?" She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck

"Hahaha. I guess I can take that..." Mel shrugged his shoulders

The two started to walk toward the L train, descending down the stairs to the turnstiles. Both of them payed the fare of $2.75. Charlotte cursed the fact that her and Mel were off duty, or she would flash that badge to get free rides all over the city. They both stood on the platform, noticing the schedule for the next available train going towards Canarsie was going to be facing delays for the next 20 minutes.

"Mierda. And they're talking about closing the service for this thing next year too?"

"MTA, what can you do?" Mel said while looking both ends of the train tunnel. There was silence for a few minutes, until he decided to break it, with an awkward cough. "So, about that case that arrived on the Chief's desk this morning."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow at Mel in disbelief, but at this point humoring him wouldn't do any harm.

"About the missing kids from Flushing? Looked through it, but it seemed easy."

"Easy? What about it?"

"They're runaway cases."

"What makes you say that?"

"Kids these days think the shit they see on the internet can help them in real life, especially if it's something that makes them think they know all about something because they saw ten minute video on it. When you have that kind of knowledge on your hands all the time, taking actual instructions from your parents can seem very cumbersome after a while. Talking back isn't an issue, mind you, it's the assumptions that come along with it."

"Yeah, but that can be with any kid regardless of the circumstances of them spending time on the internet or even getting some ideas from a couple of friends. They preccoucious to a fault yes, but nothing that makes them run away from home."

"So you mean to tell me that if you had the means, even the knowledge or even the guts to do it. To get out from someone's thumb, you wouldn't do it?"

"Of course I would. But that still doesn't explain why they would want to run away when they have a roof over their heads"

"To be fair, not every kid grows up across the street from a bodega thinks he's got all the answers. But the possiblity is always there man."

"True." Mel leered at Charlotte.

"Did you try to when you-?"

"Maybe, but you're not gonna know that." She placed her hands behind her head crossing in her legs."And that was my TED talk ladies and gentlemen."

"I think you need a pillow Cruz."

Charlotte returned it with a daggered stare."Maybe I do. Maybe I don't, what's it to you?"

Mel flustered for a second, choosing to backtrack on his words.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry-!" Suddenly he felt his shoulder pushed aside. Looking up, he saw two burly looking men in well dressed coordinated black suits with sunglasses walk right past him. He opened his mouth only to close it in the same motion. Mildly annoyed at the rudeness of the two guys and Mel's meager reaction, she stepped up to them.

She placed her hand on the right guys' left shoulder.

"Excuse me Agent K, you just bumped into my friend there and didn't say anything."

They both slowly turned their heads making notice of Miss Cruz.

"Didn't see him." One of them said in a gruff sounding voice.

Charlotte chuckled and said, "Well no wonder, wearing those shades. Y'all know the subway is lit right? Who are you trying to impress eh?"

"You have a problem with us miss?"

"Not with you personally, nah. I have just a poor disposition when it comes to assholes."

The suits looked at each other before looking back at Charlotte and a back stepping Mel. She could call back up on her phone, or maybe try and subdue whichever tried their hands at an officer. Whichever was less hassle and was more fun. Though she's only been on the force for about two years, she's already caused more than enough headaches for her higher ups.

"Please take your hand off my partner miss. We don't want to cause any trouble."

"Then apologize, and we'll call it off."

The man swiftly grabbed Charlotte's wrist, throwing it off of his person. She smirked with glee.

"Well boys. You just attempted to assault an officer. Guess that means I gotta subdue ya."

"We don't want trouble miss. This is your last chance to listen."

"Well then call me Ms. Chimney." Charlotte seperated her feet apart into a angle, and brought her fists close her body with her left hand sticking slightly outward, forming a southpaw boxing stance.

"Because I want smoke!" She said confidentally.

"What are you doing?! You can fight civies!"

"These look like ordinary civies to you Mel?" She gestured with her chin

"Very well." The suit on the right tightened his cuffs and cracked the joints in his neck." If it well appease you...Officer Cruz."

Charlotte felt a slip for a second hearing that. How did they know her? A file search through the department, most likely. If it was a distraction, it worked as he stepped into her territory, extending his right arm out forming a straight punch for aimed for her temple which she barely managed to dodge, with her face scraping by the sleeves of his blazer. Out of nowhere, the second suit came through with a left hook, Cruz ducked out letting it hit nothing but air. She soon regained her stance and brought her back foot of her toe pushing her forward, with her shoulders held up hiding behind her fists, resembling a peekaboo stance invented by Iron Mike himself.

She let loose with two right jabs to the guy on the right which were both blocked before bringing her left into a uppercut with amazing speed that landed square into his jaw. Charlotte feeling the hard and chiseled surface of the guys chin turned her waist slightly more at an angle putting enough force into the punch to knock him down to the floor. The other suit didn't waste anytime to get back at Charlotte with another right hook, which she was ready for, only for it to turn out to be a fake and having a left roundhouse coming instead.

"Cruz!"

How many times had she been on such a receiving end of a technique that put her down on the mat? Truth be told, she loved the exchange whenever the opportunity presented itself, so much so she practiced in her head all the time.

The suit's leg ended up soaring over a ducking Charlotte that countered with a heavy blow to his liver, stalling his movement, with her quickly following it up with right uppercut into a left cross knocking him down just like his friend. Curious, she called out to Mel.

"Mel, how many seconds?"

Mel mouth agape, stuttered to get out his words."F-f-five seconds." He took a second to assess the statement. "You just knocked out 2 guys that were built like security guards, in five seconds."

"That I did. In the name of self defense, right? Am I right? I know I'm right?"

"But you didn't have to go that far!"

"Old habits die hard I guess?" She shrugged.

Having her back turned, one of the suits stood up from his laying position, reaching into his brest pocket and taking out what looked like a hair drier, and aimed it at the two. The other suddenly stood up and pulled his shoulder back.

"DON"T YOU IDIOT!" Hearing the yelling, they both turned around. His finger pulled the switch on the handle firing off a round of pure energy veered off its course.

"GET DOWN!" Charlotte quickly pushed down Mel to avoid getting hit. The beam traveled along the ceiling of the platform carving a path for a few feet into the pipes above, instantly letting the debris fall from the it, with the water falling loose from it spraying all over. Everything became dowsed and soon the fire alarm started blaring into everyones ears.

"Let's get out of here!" The two guys in suits begun to trail off into the train tunnels running in the middle of the track. Charlotte shot up noticing the mess that was caused by the suits that ran off.

"Did those motherfuckers just use a laser?!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Those guys are bad news, we have to call for backup!" Mel said, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears got ready to move.

"Those dudes are definitely going to jail now!" She yelled as she jumped off the platform onto the tracks running in suit after them.

"Cruz, what the hell are you doing?! Get back, the train will be coming any minute!" Though met with delays, it wasn't uncommon for the L to suddenly make it to stop it had been held up for. Charlotte knew that, but she couldn't let these individuals such as this go just wait for backup to arrive.

The tunnel went on for about four or five blocks, with Charlotte only able to hear the suits footsteps ahead of her, until she decided to take out her flashlight, illuminating the their backs with them snapping back at her pursuit.

"Freeze! NYPD!" She yelled out her police monniker almost as if she had been practicing it in the mirror everyday. Deciding to lose her, the suits made a hard right into an alternate passage, with Charlotte's light shining long enough to notice their change in direction. It was a gaping door with a 'no entry' sign stapled just above it.

She sighed. "Of course they try to escape through the sewers..." She took a look at her black Levi jeans and white Nike sneakers and leather jacket she managed to get for the end of spring sale and had been saving for a nice occasion."I'm going to read the shit out their Miranda rights when this is over..." She huffed a breath of courage before proceeding forward.

The pathway was completely narrow with twists and turns, reflecting the archaic and maze like design of the New York sewer system. Her eyes peeled around each single corner, keeping a lookout for her perps. She was gleeful with attempt at assault, and now she can add public vandalism to that list, which was going to bring her to happy tears, along with a shower as pipe leaks managed to drip all around her body.

She then came to a four way path split. Ready to curse at the stupidness of it all, she suddenly remembered that finding a way back is going to be even more of a challenge than finding a way forward. Looking around for some kind of clue or trace of where the suits had gone, she came across some manner of sign or rather a piece graffiti, which living in New York wouldn't surprise her at all. But for some reason, it's design drew her in. A octagonal with a unfamiliar character in the middle all drawn in from the eight angles. She decided saved a mental note as well a picture, deciding to find out more about it later.

Suddenly, she heard a voices reverberate from the path to the east which she could only assume belonged to to her targets, and so she sprinted forward bearing and grinning running through the sewer waste as it got all into her shoes. She soon found herself at some kind of clearing point for the drainage pipes where all the water collected from the city had been filter. Once again, the voices came through even louder as she approached it. She got behind cover, slowly making her way to ambush them. Reaching down by her ankle she pulled up her pants sleeve, unveling a holster with a fully loaded .45, which she silently congratualated herself for being able to conceal from a desk jokey like Mel by walking normally throughout the date. She held the gun close her chest taking a deep breath, and counting her seconds before charging.

Within counting, the sounds she had heard throughout the passage had been ones of muttering and incoherent rambling between the two. Though now, they had turned into grunts and sounds of fighting. She had peeked out of the corner slightly to see what was happening, only to see the very perps she was hunting for over 10 minutes through a murky sewer were laying completely out cold. Above them, had stood a woman by the shape of the figure from where she was standing.

"You won't be needing this anymore. Plus it doesn't belong to you anyway." The voice reached Cruz's ears, but for some reason she knew it from somewhere, in fact she definitely knew it. In the middle of her pondering, she saw sparks fly off near her with what looked like florally designed shurkien. Her mind was doing backflips seeing the design of it the shuriken as well as the voice she heard. The very one that could only be from the former of her identity and her career choice. "Whoever's there,unless you want to end up like your friends down here, come out with your hands up!"

There was no mistaking it. Cruz slowly advanced from her cover, and shone the light in front of her. She saw a young woman, no older than 17 or 18, fiery red hair and deep blue eyes in a green catsuit ready to engage at a moments notice. Her mouth moved in motion, but the words struggled to come out, but then...

"Sam...? Are you Sam...?"

Sam focused her sight on Charlotte.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-..."

Her backflipping brain went on in overload with several alarms going off at once.

"Are you with Sugar Bomb?!"

"Who?"

Not asking anymore questions, Sam quickly charged the dazed Charlotte and disarmed her hitting the nerve in her wrist. Whether it was her instinct molded by years of training or she somehow regained her composure after meeting one of her idols, she swiftly ball her hand into a fist and went lead a right hook to Sam which went nowhere as her body had already cleared the hit to move into the next motion. Her body twisted into a kick being brought down onto Cruz's head, which was blocked by both of her arms putting her into a deadlock. The two continously traded blows, all of which whiffed from dodges and vaults from Sam and pure movement and momentum through bobs and weaves from Charlotte causing them to create their own vortex of pure speed, until it came to a head with both of their fists inches away from their respective vital areas.

They stared daggers at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Sam gave a huff of approval. "Impressive. You can keep up with WOOHP spy training and took out these guys before they came running here. Don't get me wrong, I could have ended this, but that's not what my friends would have wanted." Sam grinned.

"Wait? You mean Clover a-and Alex?" Charlotte returned to her state of bewilderment from before. "Okay...so my knees are going weak from this news, but I'm going to ask you this before I faint." She took a breath."Are you from Beverly Hills and is your mother named...Gabriella?"

Sam felt a wave of hesitation before answering, but gave into her gut for this one. Instead of confirming outright, she simply nodded.

"Wow...okay...yup...there I go." Suddenly Charlotte fell backward on her back. Sam felt that sensation return in her hand but ignored it for now.

"Well now." She looked at a sleeping Cruz before picking her up."I do believe things have gotten a lot worse." Remembering Sugar Bomb's words and her own declaration, she smiled. "Exactly what I was hoping for."

Chapter 2 END

Fro Ninja; Well was it as good for you as it was for me my sweet babies? Stay up for the next time around, for how this game will be played from here on out. Don't forget favorite and follow ya boi, share it around with your friends, and remember, one love!