A/N Hey guys, I'm back! I was on vacation to Scotland, and they had no free Wi-Fi and my dad said I couldn't bring my laptop. But I'm back and will try to update at least once a day!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…:( Except Andrea and anyone you don't recognize. :) And I don't own any connections to Camp Hope-for-Us (if their even is one…)

Chapter 3: Curiosity isn't a good thing

As the weeks went by, Andrea became more and more curious about what exactly she was guarding. The visits became more frequent from the men, and everything was packed in crates with no labels or markings on them. She began to get suspicious. Maybe they had stolen items, or drugs, or even illegal weapons. The more she thought about it, the more her hunch seemed to be correct. They had also picked the perfect to hide the "goods". No one would ever suspect Mr. Wayne to be hiding illegal items, and they could bail if they suspected something, leaving all the evidence in Mr. Wayne's basement. So she formulated a plan. She wasn't allowed to go in the room unless it was an emergency, so she decided to do some background checks. As the men walked to her office, she would stop the tape and get their pictures. Maybe she could bring the pictures to the police. But then she would go to jail for helping them. So she would have to Google them and keep the pictures just in case.

The next day, Andrea paid close attention to the names, and since only the usual five men came, it wasn't hard to memorize their names. When she got home, after politely declining lunch with Jen, and set to work on her laptop. She pulled out the paper with their names on it.

Richard Simmons.

Daniel Marek.

Dirk Shermen.

Mark Glyce.

Bob Rodgers.

And her boss of course, Sean Crane.

Andrea goggled her boss first. What came up was surprising. The first webpage came to a genealogy. It turned out that he was the bastard son of Jonathan Crane, who was only 20 when dad tried to take over Gotham. He also had a history of crimes, but they were minor. He had gotten into fights, shoplifted, and even hijacked a couple cars. But supposedly he had gone to a camp for people who need "help", called Camp Hope-for-Us, naturally owned by Bruce Wayne. He had returned a changed man, and Bruce Wayne had hired him, making him a security guard. He had no more casualties on his record, but I didn't trust him, not after what I knew from his previous record. I printed out that page, and began to search the other men.

Richard Simmons had a history of trading illegal items. He had done it for a couple years, and then quit, but laid low. The police have given up on him, and he remains at large today. He was the burly man, she remembered. "Better stay out of his way", she murmured. She typed in Daniel Marek next.

Daniel's record was clean. He had been in the antique business for 20 years, and sold many pieces worldwide. He had an eye for good quality pieces, and specialized in Chinese antiques, mostly vases.

Dirk Shermen was an ex-thug of Falcone, and had only served 3 years because he was a minor at the time. Andrea remembered him as the one who always greeted her, and always said please and thank you. "Why is he with these men?" she murmured. He might be an ex-thug, but his record was spotless otherwise.

Mark Glyce used to work for an international shipping company, and specializes in transporting fragile items. He had been caught once taking an invaluable artifact, claiming he needed to feed his family, since wages were not so good. They let him go, and he retired at the age of 40. He has been known to transport items for Daniel Marek. Their was one connection, but if Andrea remembered correctly, they had never came in at the same time, always at different times.

And last but not least, Bob Rodgers. He had been Falcone's right hand man oversees, overseeing the drugs in Asia. He had been presumes dead when the US military burned down the factory.

Andrea looked at the printouts she held in her hand. None of these men had preformed a crime in years, but maybe they were planning something big. She needed to tell someone, but whom? She had only begun to know Jen, and she couldn't go to the police department, for fear of being arrested. Maybe she could tell Bruce Wayne, like he'd believe her. She was working with criminals. Maybe she could tell Jen. Or she could quit.

Andrea thought about it. Sean would want to know why, and she was a terrible liar. Scratch that idea. She looked at the time. It was 11:16 pm. Maybe a walk in the park could help her clear her head and sort out her thoughts.

She pulled on a light blue parka, with a white turtleneck underneath. She kept her jeans on, and pulled on her favorite white fuzzy boots. She put her keys and cell phone in her pocket, and headed out of the apartment complex. She walked in silence, the only sound being her boots crunching the snow. It was 2 weeks until Christmas, and everyone had some holiday spirit. She looked at the wreaths and lights strung on doors and windows, and Merry Christmas signs were everywhere. That reminded her that she needed to go shopping for Jen, Mr. Baxter, and Mrs. White. Mr. Baxter was her neighbor who looked to bake and more often than once, she would find a box of sweets at her door. He said they were gifts for Christmas. Mrs. White was another neighbor who had offered her one of the 10 kittens her cat had had when they turn 6 weeks, in a couple days.

She finally made it too the park, and was walking on one of the paths near the lake when she noticed someone else on the path. She went to go say hello, but as she got closer, she noticed it was Sean and Daniel. They were talking in whispers, but she heard something that froze her to the core. Sean had said, "Kill Andrea before Christmas, and this time, don't leave any evidence."

A/N Hope you like it! I'll try to get Ch. 4 out tonight. (it's in the revising stage.) Please remember to R&R! :)