Thirty three minutes after being the target of a shoot out, the girls were in the streets of Washington DC. They rushed through the streets, Lara swiftly driving the motorcycle around cars. Soon enough, they reached a large, apartment building. Lara parked the motorcycle and took out her keys before getting off of the vehicle, Lauren and Bernice following suit.

"Ouch. That space is so cramped," Bernice groaned some as she stretched, "Ahhh! This is so relieving!" She did a little dance as she stretched out her arms and legs.

"Is this really the place?" Lauren looked up and down then building, then looked at the sky, "Oh my gosh! Is it really this late! Everything is so dark!" Her eyes widened some as she realized that the sky looked black and all of the buildings around them looked a dark grey.

"It's only seven o' clock," Lara laughed some, "And, Lauren, you're still wearing your helmet." She smirked some, watching Lauren suddenly realize that she just looked kind of dumb.

"Right... I knew that," Lauren smiled sheepishly and put her hand on the top of her helmet, just to confirm that Lara was correct. Lauren had gotten so used to the feel of the helmet throughout the ride and completely forgot that she was every wearing it.

"Anyway! Follow me and then you can take off these stupid things," Lara motioned for the other two to follow her as she walked into the apartment building and to the elevator.

Bernice and Lauren skipped along behind her. They weren't exactly skipping out of joy, but both of them were starving and had to use the bathroom really badly. Lauren quickly pressed the elevator button, her face lighting up as the button itself lit up. For some reason, it always amazed her how she could make a button light up by simply pressing it. Amazing. Meanwhile, Bernice was watching the up and down lights on top of the elevator, jumping up and down lightly. It was so obvious that she was eager to either see this hideout place or use the bathroom. When the elevator finally opened, the three of them rushed in, Lara pulling out a key and put it in a little key slot underneath the buttons for the floors.

"If I were you two, I would hold onto something," Lara twisted the key, then held onto the railing that outlined the inside of the little elevator. Before the other two could hold onto the railing, the elevator started to fall at a high velocity.

"OH MY GOSH!" Bernice and Lauren screamed and quickly clung to the railing as the three of them experienced a feeling of zero gravity. Lauren's feet barely touched the ground, but she managed to stay straight.

"I REALLY NEED TO GO PEE!" Lauren shouted as they dissended, laughing some as they fell. Somehow, if this were a ride at an amusement park, she would be terrified, but being with Lara and Bernice while in this certain situation, she found this ride very enjoyable.

"I'M FLYING!" Bernice exclaimed as her body started floating so she was upside down with only her hands keeping her from being able to walk on the ceiling of the elevator.

"HEY! I WANT TO FLY!" Lauren pushed herself some so she was horizontal in the elevator. Strangely enough, the elevator was not cramped.

"WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" Lara wished that she could fly like the other two and enjoy this ride, but the fact that she knew where they were heading kept her somewhat serious.

"WHAT?" The two girls did not hear what their friend had said, but their question was soon answered when then elevator came to an abrupt stop and the two fell to the floor of the elevator. Luckily, neither of them injured themselves too bad. When the two of them fell, both of them were in the same horizontal position, so they just hit their heads and backs a bit hard.

"Ow..." The two girls complained and got up, groaning as they rubbed their heads and backs in hopes of lessening the pain. As they recovered from their fall, the elevator door opened to reveal something that they probably never would have expected... The three of them then took off their helmets to get a better look at their surroundings.

In front of them was a hallway painted a very dark pink and as Lara walked the other two down the hallway, the color of the walls became lighter and more lamps lit up their way. Soon enough, they started seeing white doors to their sides labelled "Television room," "Computer room," and then they walked to the door that read "Bathroom."

"You guys have to go, right?" Lara turned around to look at the two.

"YES!" Lauren pratically teleported into the bathroom from moving so fast.

Lara then looked at Bernice, who seemed strangely content with standing there in the pink hallway. "Didn't you have to go?" She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Not anymore," Bernice shook her head some and smiled childishly towards Lara, who then looked her up and down, searching for a big wet spot somewhere. "Ewe! Not like that! The elevator ride just took away me pee! Oh, no-Not in that way! ...You know what I mean!" Bernice defensively added, then crossed her arms when she saw that Lara had a skeptical look on her face.

"Whatever you say, Bernice," Lara then chuckled and smirked some, leaning back against the wall, but soon realized something bad... "Holy!" She stood up straight and realized that the paint on the walls were still wet. "This is my favorite jacket, too!" Lara jokingly sniffled and turned her head to see that all of the back of her jacket had a pattern of light pink on top of the black base.

"Ha! In your face!" Bernice smiled and spazzed out for a second as Lauren walked out of the bathroom, looking utterly relieved. Her eyebrows furrowed together some as she saw Bernice excited about something and Lara pouting.

"Did I miss something?" Lauren looked between the two and then saw the big pink stain on Lara's jacket, then started to laugh some, "Hey, Lara, you kind of got something on you."

"Oh, really?" Lara sarcastically retorted and took off her jacket only to reveal the black t-shirt she was wearing earlier. "Anyway! We have yet to get to where we need to be," She sighed some at how the hideout was positioned, but she couldn't control how everything was stationed. So, the three continued walking, soon seeing more decorated doors. The door labelled "Domenica's room" was painted a dark pink with lighter pink stripes, but looked overall normal and girly. However, the door labelled "Michaela's room" was light purple and had glitter splattered all over it along with pictures of fairies, hearts, dolphins, and pickles. Lauren laughed at the strangeness of Michaela's room's door as they got to the end of the hallway, where there was a light grey door labelled "Not a FBI hideout."

"That doesn't look suspicious," Lauren stated as she read the door's label. Oddly enough, everything seemed much more laid back and less guarded than what a normal FBI hideout would be like.

"I know, right?" Lara grinned some and knocked on the door. "Yo! Michaela! Domenica! It's Lara, Lauren and Bernice!" She exclaimed to the door.

"Hey! Why am I last?" Bernice pouted and looked up at the white girl.

"Okay! It's Bernice, Lauren and Lara! Or Lauren, Bernice and Lara! There are three of us and blah!" Lara held her painted jacket in her left hand, getting some pink paint on her thumb.

"What's the password?" a somewhat high-pitched voice asked through the door. By the sounds of it, the voice came from a girl, who was probably around their age, if not slightly older or younger.

"Michaela! I will not say the password!" Lara exclaimed and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Then you're not getting in!" The voice retorted loudly.

"All right... Michaela is the leader of all fairies and the glitter princess of pickles," Lara said in a somewhat mocking tone, earning a couple giggles from Bernice and Lauren.

"That's a stupid password," A new voice was heard from the door. It sounded more mature and deep, but it was definately from a girl around their age as well.

"I think it's great!" The previous voice responded as the door opened, showing to the three girls a lounge-type room. It was painted (go, figure) pink and had funky lamps as well as bean bag chairs of every other color of the rainbow. The bright colors were quite obnoxious, but it was strangely comfortable. Just like the room at Lara's house, there was a corner of computers and a wall of weapons, but the aura wasn't as frightening as the black room they had been in earlier.

"AH! Burns my eyes!" Lauren blinked as she walked into the room, completely overwhelmed from the bright colors and lights.

"I don't know... I kind of like it," Bernice smiled lightly and looked around before walking into the room, subtly pacing towards the computers.

"Hey, Michaela, Domenica," Lara smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand, then putting her jacket on a bright red couch found right next to the door. She rubbed the paint on her thumb on the rest of her left hand nervously, as avoided eye contact with the two girls who had opened the door. One was tall and had a cute face with hazel eyes and long, dirty blonde hair. The other one was much shorter, but not as short as Bernice, and had extremely curly, blonde and brunette hair.

"Why are you here?" The taller of the two asked. Her expression was serious and emphasized her outfit, which was equivilant to that of a conservative college student: long bell-bottom jeans, tan slippers over white socks, a regular white shirt under a dark blue cardigan. Without even knowing the girl, Lauren and Bernice could tell that she was probably more mature than all of them combined.

"That sounds rude! We're happy you're here! But, really... why are you here?" The other girl looked at Lara with a curious expression. Her blue-green eyes revealed a childish soul and her mix-matching outfit showed even more that this girl didn't really care what people thought of her. Well, either that or she was not fashionable or she was color blind.

"Well, Jag found us. So far, they've tried to kill us twice," Lara explained to the two, then turned to Lauren and Bernice. "Lauren, Bernice, this weird girl right here is Michaela and the other one is Domenica," She chuckled some at the introduction and smiled sheepishly, "These two girls are from the year 2097 and they are my bosses, pretty much."

"You work for these two?" Lauren tried hard not to laugh. Appearance-wise, Lara appeared older than the other two, so it was a bit comical that she would work for people that probably couldn't get a job in a Subway.

"Yeah," Lara smiled sheepishly, then turned back around to looked at Michaela and Domenica, "We need to relocate while we develop a strategy to destroy Jag."

"Well, there's only one other base in the world," Domenica thought and looked at Lara, "But are you all really willing to go on a long airplane ride?"

"As long as we're safe," Lara nodded, knowing in the back of her mind that Lauren and Bernice would actually enjoy relocating to the other hideout.

"Oh, sweet! We're going to be ASIAN!" Michaela jumped up and down with excitement and rushed over to the computers to take care of their flight.

"Where are we going?" Bernice and Lauren curiously asked in unison. Lauren cocked her head to the side some while Bernice put her hands in her pockets.

"South Korea," Lara looked at them with a slight smile on her face.


Meanwhile, in the hideout in South Korea, a group of men were in a computer room. Three of them were Korean natives, one of them was a British immigrant that wanted to work with the American government from afar, and the last was obviously a redneck from southern United States.

"Eunhyuk! Teach me to dance!" The southern loudly proposed, getting up to show his completely stereotypical southern North American outfit: A plaid shirt, jean overalls, a straw hat and farmer boots. His face was fairly handsome for a "hick," but he hid his good looks underneath ugly clothes. In addition, his accent sort of made his words sound as if there was less thought behind them.

"Huh?" The Korean he was talking to looked at him strangely, then blinked. "Um... I don't know, Nick..." His accent was very thick and it was obvious that he wasn't all that comfortable around the guy. Well, that and he had some difficultly speaking English. He could speak fluent English, but not as well as the other two Koreans in the room.

"Just sit back down, Nick. You have work to do, anyway," The other white guy said, his slight British accent apparent in his voice. He was dressed in a black suit that made his bright green eyes and dark brown hair appear more dull and average. He was slightly pudgy, but he also had some muscles hidden underneath the jacket, unlike the guy who was then watching this scene.

"Is there anything to do, anyway, Lich?" A higher pitched, softer voice asked. The man was much shorter than the others and his body had much less muscle, but he had a very gentle and innocent demeanor.

"Not at the moment, Ryeowook. And my name is Richard," The brit sighed and looked at the third Korean, who was on his laptop, completely enveloped in whatever he was doing. "Kyuhyun! Stop playing Starcraft for one minute!" He obviously didn't like it when people played around when there might potentially be work to do.

The man, however, did not hear anything he british man had said and continued to play his game, biting his lip intently as he defeated the Zerg. He smiled as he completed the game for the fifth time that day and finally realized that someone was talking to him. His childish grin stayed on his face as he pulled off his headphones and looked up at Richard, "Yes?"

"You're hopeless..." Richard rested his hand on the top of his head, slightly ruffling his hair.