Hey, hey, hey! I like this story, so it may just become the longest one on PL Archive. Anyways, not much more to say here… So on to the review responses!

BTW, who saw the challenge on the top AND bottom of the chapter? Not many…

Lilyb12: Thanks : ) Yeah, send his info please! YOU LOSE! JK, but you got neither leeks nor Katana.

Guest: Whoever you are ;) Thanks for the encouragement. YOU HALF WIN! You got Katana but not leeks.

Professor H. Clayton: Thanks for forgiving me for killing her. YOU LOSE! JK, but you got neither leeks nor Katana.

Dandelion Oak: Wow, long review : ) Thanks for leaving it. Oh, about the plushy, my friend made it. She is quite talented in that department. We met because she left me a plush love note on my desk XD Of course, I wasn't interested. (I was ten!) BTW, if you don't mind, I would like to keep using her, if you don't mind. YOU HALF WIN! You got Katana but not leeks. You know what you said about not reading author notes? LOL, JK

Anyways, *sits in a chair* sit and let me continue the story...

Magda Island, Fifteen Miles North of Northern Scotland.

"Dove, light's out!"

Clive sighed and lay back on his bed. It was a little into a year into his eight-teen life sentences. He was lucky his lawyer got him out of an asylum. Of course, the testimony from Professor Layton helped a lot with the Jury.

"Dove, you want to be scrubbing the loo?"

He ignored the guard and continued studying his pink jumpsuit. Yes, pink. The warden thought it might help prevent repeat offenders. Not that it would help Clive or anything.

"That's it Dove, you're coming with me!" The guard, a big, burly black man, unlocked the door and roughly pulled him off his bunk and out the cell door.

"Oi! Watch the jumpsuit! It's all I have to wear!" Clive said, only half joking.

"Shut it Dove." The guard replied.

The two walked into the loo. Well, one walked and one was pushed. The guard, who was named Lamont Rodgers, handed Clive a toilet brush and a cleaning fluid. "Get to work Dove."

"Ok, how far?"

"Clive's cell is thirteen feet ahead Miki. However, bio scans reveal he is in the bathroom a further fifty feet. Looks like you're going to be there a little while longer than expected."

"Just keep the guards busy. I'll get him out."

"Rodger that. One first class distraction coming up."

Clive stood and stretched his back. He was halfway through the toilets, when a grating on the roof fell in.

"Dove! What are you doing?"

Both guard and prisoner looked at the grey tile roof. Out of the hole in it, first came a pair of black combat boots. Then came a pair of long, slightly tan, bare legs. These were connected to an equally petite, tan and bare midriff, eventually forming a very attractive, young woman (about his age, he noted) clothed only in a black vest and a pair of black mini-shorts that left little of her attractive shapes to the imagination. She also had her waist length black hair pulled back in a tight braid, secured by a black tie. She had a long Samurai sword hung in a sheath hung over her back and a MP5 slung on her hip. All black too. Whoever she was, Clive assumed she liked black.

She was hanging by her hands from the air-vent opening. Smiling, she said: "Hello boys. I'm not intruding, am I?"

The guard pulled out his sidearm and pointed it at her. "Actually, you are. Drop down, drop your weapons, and put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest."

"Yes sir," She said, letting go and dropping to the floor. She turned around and slid out of the holsters for her gun and sword, and put her hands behind her back. The guard stepped up to handcuff her, when she turned around and delivered a crippling blow to his neck. He slumped to the floor, and Clive couldn't tell if he was dead or not.

"Hey, what was that for?" Clive yelled. The girl turned towards him and placed one of her small hands on his cheek.

"You're Clive, no? Jerome didn't tell me you were this attractive, even in that pink onesie. Come with me, I'm getting you out of here."

"I'm sorry, but I can't go with you," He replied, pulling her hand off his cheek. "I have promised penance for my crimes."

Her smile disappeared. Her ice blue eyes, perhaps the only color on her, showed a hint of frustration in them. "What gave you the idea you had a choice?"

"The fact that I'm here and the fact that I would prefer to stay,"

"You want to stay in this god-forsaken prison? You sure that pipe that knocked you out didn't damage something important in your head?" she retorted as she gathered her weapons.

"Yes I'm sure. Wait, how did you know that?" He asked, folding his arms over her chest.

The girl giggled. "My brother, Jerome, has done a lot of research. Perhaps you didn't notice the R.A.F. attack chopper hovering around your machine during your attack, but my brother had hacked the pilot's H.U.D. and we saw it all. Really, you should have had those pipes secured." Clive's anger started to boil.

"Well, I'm sorry I overlooked part of my machine details in my revenge fueled rage!" He yelled.

Her smile disappeared again. She grabbed him by the collar and pushed him up against a wall. "Well, like it or not," she hissed in his face. "You're coming with me."

Clive felt a needle stick into his arm, and his vision became blurry. The last thing he remembered was slumping against the wall, and the girl smiling victoriously seconds before several massive explosions rocked the island prison.

"What happened to him?" Jerome asked as he helped Miki carry the unconscious Clive into the chopper.

"He didn't really want to come, so I had to, persuade, him a bit. Now hurry, the navy should be arriving soon, and we don't want to get caught off guard."

"Yes ma'am," Jerome sighed.

"Ma'am makes me sound old. You know I prefer Megan over that,"

End Chapter 3.