"Connor, you need to go home." Matt told the man who was currently sitting on the couch in his lab staring off into space, tears in his eyes.

"I'll go home when I figure out where she is." Connor replied slowly, followed by a huge yawn.

"You've been here for 3 days, go home."

"Where is she Matt?" He shifted his view to the Irishman. They had a staring contest for a few moments before Connor exclaimed a nonsensical syllable, jumped up, and began running away.

"Where are you going?" Matt called after him.

"Security feed. I never checked it!"

()()()()()()()()()()

"It's a one hour video, how long could it take him?" Matt asked himself. Connor, Jess, Emily, and Becker were all watching different security videos from all around the ARC while Lester was making phone call after phone call. Matt was the only one who wasn't trying to find Abby. He had lost so many people by then that he knew how to cope and work at the same time. When the ADD went off, Matt gathered up around 20 of Becker's men and went to do his job.

"AH HA!" Connor yelled, having found something. Matt went to the middle of the hub where Connor was. "It's him! One of Helen's minions. The Cleaner, we called him. He took Abby. But where.

"Does it have audio?" Matt asked.

"Yes! Uh...Jess, can you?" Connor said awkwardly as he didn't know how to play it correctly. Jess smiled and typed quickly on the keyboard. The video zoomed in.

"I'm afraid it isn't very good quality."

"Yes sir...To where...The ai...rt?...Can W...son be tru...ed...Very well...where a...ying it?...Yes sir...Go...ye." The Cleaner hung up the phone. "Van..."

"Where?" Connor asked the second the Cleaner walked into the Menagerie. On the video the man walked out with Abby on his shoulder, back of her head bleeding.

"How did we miss that?" Becker muttered. One of his men walked around the corner in the video, saw Abby, and was shot.

"Hey!" The Cleaner yelled and three more appeared out of no where and picked up the man and started cleaning up the blood.

"He said Vancouver." Matt said quietly.

"How do you know?" Emily asked.

"That's where the end of the world started."

A/N sorry if it's getting a little cheesy. I've learned I'm good at two types of storys. Short one shots and horribly depressing storys where someone dies. Sometimes both combined. Please review, tell me if they are going OOC...