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Croc King whirled in his chair when he saw Ophicus Sam capture Quinn. "Irene!" he yelled her name. Irene immediately ran into Croc King's room and looked at him with a surprised look. Croc King turned when he noticed her presence. He jumped out of his chair, leaped towards the former ice queen, grabbed her hands, and jumped up and down. "He captured Quinn!" he enthusiastically yelled, "he got her! Without that wolf, now they are helpless!"

Irene stared at the enthusiastic crocodile. She had never seen him this happy before. If he was happy, then that was a good sign. That meant that their plan was working. Not only that, but she would have her ice powers soon enough. The only thing that bothered her was this. How long did she have to wait until the Loonatics were defeated?

"Brr!" Sam shivered as he shook the excess snow off his back. He looked behind him and saw the wolf that he had captured. He had put her inside a cage and she was still passed out from the strong tranquilizer that she had received. He landed his flying vehicle on the snowy ground. He hopped off his vehicle and when he did, his feet sunk into the soft snow.

The fluffy snow seeped through the gaps of the cage. Quinn slowly moved her head around as she felt the cold snow seeping into her clothes and fur. She slowly opened her eyes but her blurred vision made it difficult for her to figure out where she was. She lifted her body from the ground and waited for her blurred vision to pass. The tranquilizer had made her dizzy since this was the first time since it had happened to her. Her vision gradually cleared and she gasped when she found herself inside the cage. "What?" she gasped as her hands clenched on to the bars of the cage.

Sam heard the metal make a high-pitched sound. He turned around and saw that the she-wolf had woken up from her deep sleep.

Quinn locked her black eyes with Sam. Her surprised look suddenly turned into a glare as she gritted her teeth and growled at Sam. Sam laughed at her. "Ya can't get out ya flea-bitten varmint."

Quinn suddenly jumped into her defensive mode. She stood on all fours, her back was arched, her white fur ruffled, and her teeth were bared at Sam. She let out a soft, yet dangerous growl. Sam was not intimidated by her. She was locked in that cage and there was no way that she would be able to get out of it. He turned his head to the left and he saw a small cabin with no lights were on. He thought that the cabin was deserted so he dragged the cage with an enraged Quinn to the cabin. He put his hand on the doorknob, turned it, and pulled it open. Once he stepped foot into the room, he was pushed to the wall and pinned there.

A light turned on and a male with blond hair and blue eyes appeared in front of his face. "Get off me ya no good idiot!" Sam snapped as he pushed the person off him.

"Who are you?" the male asked him.

"What's it to ya?" Sam rudely asked. He looked around the cabin and saw a bruised girl with her ankles and wrists tied together by a rope. He squinted at the girl for she looked familiar to him. She was the same girl that had popped up on Croc King' computer when he was assigning the superheroes to them. Only, in the picture this girl was not bruised.

"Fleur?" Quinn's shocked voice came into the room as she looked at the French girl.

"Quinn?" Fleur gasped as she looked at her captured friend. "Zey got vous too?"

"Don't say a word," Michael suddenly snapped at Fleur.

Quinn's eyes bounced at Michael. She growled at him when memories about Fleur's stories with him crossed her mind. She wasn't going to let this guy lay another hand on Fleur.

Michael turned his head and looked inside the cage where he saw the enraged she-wolf. "What's this? Your prey?" he asked as he sneered at Quinn, making her more angry.

"That is one of the superheroes that I captured in that Loonatic team," Sam told him.

"No way!" Michael said in a surprised voice. "I captured this one too!" he said pointing at Fleur. "You aren't by any chance working for Croc King are you?"

Quinn's eyes widened when that name was mentioned.

"I am," Sam nodded, "and so are some others."

Michael nodded his head as his devious smile never left his face. "Excellent," he said in a low, malicious voice. Just great he thought. The more villains we have, the more quicker we'll be finished disposing these stupid heroes.

As Sam was busy speaking with Michael, Quinn looked at a golden object that was swinging the belt of Sam's jeans. She crawled forward to the cage and reached out her hand. She felt the cold metal touching the tips of her fingers but it kept sliding away from her. Suddenly, Sam walked into another room with Michael, leaving Quinn and Fleur alone.

"I almost had the key," Quinn whispered to Fleur. She suddenly shook her head when she looked at her. "What has he done to you? I can't believe it. Don't worry, I'll help us out of here."

Fleur sadly shook her head. "Eets no use. Je have tried to escape many times mais he always captured me and beat moi for eet."

"I just can't believe that after all these years he would suddenly pop out of nowhere and capture you," Quinn said.

"Je ne sais pas," Fleur answered. She took a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh. "What have je gotten my team into?"

Quinn's ears perked up when she said that. "Don't beat yourself Fleur. You have suffered enough! It's not you, its stupid Michael, this stupid, ugly-looking cowboy, and stupid Croc King who I'm just surprised as you are that he has escaped from jail. Overall, this whole thing is stupid!"

Fleur only nodded her head. "Eet eez. How was everyone before vous were taken?"

"Busy looking for you," Quinn answered her, "now they're looking for the both of us."

"What about Pierre?" she asked, "je can't stop thinking about him?"

"He is depressed," Quinn simply answered. "He's just lucky that he's alive. He has been getting on my nerves."

A smile made its way to Fleur's abused lips. "J'espere he knows zat je was forced to break up with him."

"Tech picked up on that and so did Michelle," Quinn assured her, "as for Pierre, he'd better know or I'll bite him." Her eyes traveled around the room. Okay, so she couldn't reach for the key but maybe she could find another object to break the lock. Her eyes shined when she saw an object that was durable enough to break the lock. "Get me that rock," she said as she pointed to a medium sized gray rock that was coincidentally resting on the table.

Fleur turned her head to look at the rock. She got up from her chair and hopped over to the table and gathered the object in her hands. Then, she hopped over to Quinn and gave the rock to her.

"I don't care how much noise this makes. Those guys are dead!" she growled as she smashed the rock against the lock. The rock made a harsh clanking sound against the metal. Quinn used all her force and anger on the lock. On the tenth try, the lock hung open. Quinn bought up her foot and smashed the door open. She crawled out of the cage and untied Fleur's ankles and wrists.

Fleur massaged her wrists. The ropes had left red marks on her pale skin.

The door at the opposite side of the cabin opened as Michael and Sam flew inside the living room. "Oh no ya don't!" Sam exclaimed as he charged at Quinn.

Quinn slightly twisted her body to the left and flung out her leg at Sam, hitting him across the chest and sending him to Michael where the both crashed and fell on the floor. Quinn grabbed Fleur's hand and the two girls escaped from the cabin.

"Get them, they're getting away!" Sam yelled as he got off of Michael.

"I can see that!" Michael yelled back as he jumped to his feet and ran out of the cabin with Sam following him. Sam breathed heavily as he tried to keep up with the athletic Michael.

"Come on, come on," Quinn said as she dragged the staggering Fleur behind her.

Fleur was too weak to even run. "Quinn," she said as she stopped her friend, "go."

"What?" Quinn asked, looking at her friend as if she had ten heads.

"Je suis too weak to run," Fleur said, "find our friends. Tell zem what eez happening."

"What about you?" Quinn asked.

"Je will be fine," Fleur said. She wasn't so sure how she was going to end up herself, but if she were to die, she would die happy if her friends were okay. "Please, if vous see Pierre, tell him zat je would always love him," her hands tightened Quinn's. "Alle now. Zats ze order."

Quinn was reluctant to leave without Fleur, but she had to. She gave her friend a strong hug. After that, she ran away from her. She looked over her shoulder and saw Fleur helplessly standing there.

Fleur watched Quinn's figure getting smaller into the distance. She put her hand on her mouth as tears escaped from her eyes. She felt like this was all her fault. The two years that she had been their leader, she felt like she was more of their failure.

She gasped when two strong arms wrapped themselves like snakes around her body. She made no defense against them for if she did, it would make no difference.

"Where did the other one go?" Sam asked as he looked around for Quinn.

"I don't know," Michael said, "let's ask." He turned Fleur around and looked at her face, "where did your stupid canine friend go?"

"Zat doesn't concern you," she said in a shaky voice. Her head whipped to the left as her legs disobeyed her, making her fall on the snow.

Sam jumped in place when Michael hit her. "Okay, okay," Sam stopped Michael before he hit her again, "I'll just follow her snow tracks."

"You go look for her while I," Michael said as he bent his body to the ground and lifted Fleur, "take this one back to the cabin. Don't fail," he said as he dragged Fleur with him.

Sam bowed his head to the snow and looked at the tracks that Quinn had made. Great he thought. He looked up and saw the dark forest that lied ahead. Maybe his choice of "taking care" of Quinn was probably not a good idea.