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Zhalia got up and made her way to the cockpit of the plane they were in, "Opal, are you sure this is right?"

"Positive. Uh oh."

"What?" Zhalia looked outside the windows at nothing while Pearl's head snapped upwards.

"Better sit down and buckle up." Opal warned, stiffening slightly.

"We're about to his some turbulence." Pearl said, glancing back, "Buckle up!" Lok and Sophie immediately started tugging seatbelts over their shoulders as Zhalia threw herself in the nearest seat. Cherit grabbed the luggage rack and held on tight as the teen-robot-pilots tried to keep the plane as steady as possible.

"Left! No! Not that left, Pearl!" The plane tilted to the side and everyone found themselves either getting choked by the seatbelts or slamming into their friends.

"Sorry!" The plane straightened out, then began to shake wildly.

"Uh, what titan is big enough to grab us and shake us like a rattle?"

"I don't know." Zhalia unbuckled herself and looked out the nearest window, "Oh no. It's Battlemaster."

"Battlemaster? Sounds really dangerous." Pearl looked at the blue-haired woman, "Can you send something out to destroy it, 'cause we are going no where until he, umm, please tell me none of you are screamers."

"Why?"

"Battlemaster just let us go after he destroyed one engine."

"Um, that's not good is it?" Lok asked, looking at Sophie, who was covering her mouth in an attempt to not scream like a schoolgirl.

"No. We're locked in a death spiral. One of us has to fix it."

"I'll do it."

"Opal, be careful." Pearl said, moving over to take her sister's spot, "Zhalia, take my seat." Pearl took the wheel in her hands and tilted the wheel slightly as Opal tried to fix the engine without going outside.

"Got it!" Opal came back and Zhalia moved to let her sit down again. Sophie gasped as the plane suddenly tilted straight upwards.

"It's gonna take forever if we stop, Pearl, so don't even try."

"I know. Let's go." Pearl started flying west and grimaced as they faced storm clouds, "Um, which would you prefer, Suits or storm?"

"Storm!" Came the unanimous decision of the four people in the back of the plane.

"Stay buckled up!"

"It's gonna get really bumpy." Pearl said.

Dante looked wearily at the Professor as he came to the cell, "I'll let you tell me what the code is to get the second amulet, Dante Vale, you have exactly one minute."

"Like I would ever tell you, Simon Judeau."

"Bring him out." The Professor growled. Dante kept his head down and his eyes closed, even when the Suit forced his head back, "Look at me, Vale." Dante refused, throwing himself backwards in an attempt to get the Suit to let go of him. He found himself thrown back into the cell with twice as much force as possible.

"Oof!" Dante threw himself at the door as it closed, "Let me out!"

"Not until you give me the locations of the other amulets."

"Fine! I will! I sent them to Paris, as you already know, but they're all in different buildings in different parts of the city. One is in a hotel near the Eiffel Tower, and the other is near the Latin Quarter!"

"Thank you, Dante Vale. But we won't release you just yet. You'll be useful for another reason." The Suits and the Professor left, and Dante, feeling drained yet again, slumped onto the floor.

"Opal, Pearl." Dante whispered, "How are you two doing I wonder."

Zhalia found Cherit in her lap for the third time in five minutes, "Can you make the ride a little smoother?"

"Sorry! Cherit, you can come up here and sit with us." Opal said, "And no, Zhalia, I can't get it any smoother, I'm already trying to compensate for the turbulence we're going through. Hey, I can see the end!"

"Really?"

"Stay buckled up!" Opal shouted, "It's still, AAGH!" The plane suddenly flipped over several times as lightning struck one of the wings, "Whoa!"

"That was wicked. Let's try to not,"

"Do that again?"

"Don't do it again!" Sophie shouted, "Lok? Can you hear me? Lok?"

"Shoot. Betcha he,"

"Passed out." Zhalia said, "I hope he stays that way." She groaned, "Is that it?" She tapped her buckle and swung herself around to get into the back of the plane, "Lok?" She touched his forehead and unbuckled him, scooping him up and laying him on the floor. Sophie took Lok's head on her lap while Pearl put Lok's feet on her shoulder, "Wake up, Lok, come on, wake up."

"Huh?" Lok looked around wildly.

"Can you hear me? Blink twice if you can hear me."

"Pearl, what's going on?"

"Can you hear us?"

"Yes! Cut it out."

"Okay, sorry. You passed out."

"I what?"

"Fainted." Sophie said; her voice and face full of concern as she helped Lok to his feet.

"Has he ever done that before?"

"Not that I know of."

"Great. Let's pray that doesn't happen again."

"Yes. Let's." Zhalia whispered.

Dante woke up to a loud noise from the door of his cell, "Hurry. You won't have much time." A harsh voice echoed around the cell.

"Dad?" Dante moved stiffly.

"Shh-hh. Go. Run." The tall man shoved Dante in the direction of the end of the hall, "Go."

"But,"

"GO!" Dante ran as fast as possible down the hall and out a door, to hit a pair of Suits.

"Where are you going?" Dante, faced by the possibility of wasting his magic or letting himself get captured, chose the latter. He was shoved into his cell again and listened to them talk.

"He's always griping about how we get paid his money, and now he's letting the prisoners out."

"I don't understand why that guy is even here. The Professor doesn't pay him that much, and he says he works for some company that pays by how many of us there is, but he lies. He's just at the bottom of the totem pole."

"What do you think is for supper?"

"Something Greek. I don't know."

"Please let them hurry." Dante whispered to himself, "Please." Dante looked at the ceiling of his cell with a rare look of longing on his face.

Flash

"Opal, calm down." Dante was sitting in a chair across a small table from Mets, watching the newly made nine-year olds jump up and down the pine tree in Mets's backyard, "Be careful both of you."

"What if we don't wanna?" Pearl stuck her tongue out at her older brother while she flipped herself upside down, "Whee!"

"Pearl!" Dante ran across the yard as she fell.

"Heeheeheehee!" The little brunette girl giggled like mad as Dante caught her.

"Not funny." Dante snapped.

Flash

"Not funny at all, Pearl." Dante smiled as he eventually fell asleep.

"Are you all okay?"

"Yes, Mister Louis."

"Just call me Louis, Pearl."

"I don't feel right calling you Louis." Pearl said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Louis, a dark-haired adult Foundation helper, led the five people, one titan team across the plane tarmac while others hid the plane. In the bunker, there were curtains sectioning off small areas, "Go get changed and we'll tell you how we're going to get you in the Organization."

"'Kay." Pearl and opal ran down the hall of curtains and walked into the areas that had their names on the outside curtains. Zhalia, Sophie, and Lok went into their areas and changed. They came out to see Pearl and Opal standing in black suits like theirs and looking at a map.

"We could go in through,"

"This back door, since it,"

"Has the fewest guards,"

"And from what you've,"

"Told us, they don't use the,"

"Front entrance unless they,"

"Have important information,

"For the Professor."

"Yeah, that's what we've seen, but we don't know if there're more guards inside the doors."

"Oh well." Zhalia said, "All we need to do is get Dante."

"We can take," Opal glanced at the map and traced a line with her finger. Sophie and Lok noticed how the creek she was tracing led from the building to the tarmac.

"The guards." Pearl looked around the group.

"This creek can take us from the building back here, where we can administer medical if needed and get ourselves out of here." Louis said, touching the line Opal had traced.

"We don't have much time." Sophie said, "We should get moving."

"Yup." Pearl opened the door and led the team into the cloudy dusk. They made their way to the back door and put sunglasses on.

"Hey." Opal said, giving one guy a peace sign.

"Yo." He let them pass and they made their way through the halls and down to what seemed to be a mess hall.

"I'm hungry." Lok said, gazing at the line of Suits getting trays.

"Is that all you think about?"

"Maybe Dante would like some food."

"No. Don't talk about it." Pearl whispered, "They might hear you."

"Hey, you five." The team jumped and turned, "Get down to the holding area. You've got guard duty remember?"

"Sorry sir." Pearl said, "We were just heading down that way."

"Good. Hurry up so the others can eat."

"Yes sir." Opal said, "We're going there now sir." The girls followed Zhalia down to the cell area and walked down through the hall of cells.

"Dante Vale." Pearl whispered, glancing in one cell after another, "Dante Vale?"

"Who's there? I told you where they were! What else could you possibly want?"

"To get you out of here, older brother." Opal grabbed a door, "Older brother!"

"Opal, Pearl, why are you here?" Dante reached through the bars of his cell door and stroked their cheeks, "Who else is with you?"

"Sophie, Lok, Zhalia, and Cherit."

"I told you Mets would keep his promise."

"We knew he would." The girls gripped his hands tightly and Zhalia came down the hall.

"Hurry up. We have to get him out of here. They'll get suspicious."

"I'm too weak to walk clear to the airport." Dante said, running a hand down Zhalia's cheek.

"We can get you out of here." Pearl said, "Come on." They opened the door backwards and helped Dante by wrapping their arms around his ribs and walking him into the hall.

"We sent an Electro-Magnetic Pulse,"

"Through the camera system that,"

"Froze the screen, but kept the time,"

"Running so they can't see us." Pearl looked at Sophie and Lok, who were watching with apprehension, and jerked her head toward the door at the far end of the hall, "We need to go, now."

"Right!" Lok ran past them, trying to get to the door first and used a Touchram spell to get it open.

"Here we go. Zhalia, can you help up pick his feet up?"

"Here."

"Where do you think you girls are going with him?"

"No." Pearl looked at the Professor, "Not you. You're Simon Judeau!"

"Yes, I am, young lady." The Professor moved to block them completely from the outside door, "Look at me."

"No. Don't, Pearl, Don't look at his eyes."

"I can't help it, Dante, I, I, I,"

"Look at me, Pearl." The Professor's voice made her name sound like a horrible thing, instead of the precious gem it was, "Tell me, why are you taking Dante Vale away from me?"

"I won't tell you that."

"Tell me."

"No. Ya see, you can't control my mind, since it's all circuit boards and wires." Pear let Dante stand on his own, "We are undefeatable."

"Raypulse!" The Professor shouted, aiming his hand at Pearl. Dante screamed as Pearl dropped to the ground, a smoking hole in her shoulder, "You are electricity, Pearl, not undefeatable."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah." Pearl's voice shuddered as she blinked rapidly and tried to stand.

"Pearl!" Zhalia rushed to help the teen-robot, "Hang in there Pearl, we'll get you repaired."

"No, forget-et-et about-out me. I, I, I am expend-pend-pendable."

"No. You're not expendable. You're like a sister to me now." Zhalia looked at the Professor, "King Basilisk, get him." She summoned her titan and looked back at Pearl. Scooping the teenage-robot into her arms and running with her while Sophie, Opal and Lok helped Dante follow them.

"I have an idea." Lok said, and pulled Kipperin out of his pocket, "Kipperin, help Dante." The butterfly-like titan wrapped its arms around Dante and flew him out of the Organization headquarters. King Basilisk returned to his amulet and Pearl forced Zhalia to drop her.

"Pearl!" Zhalia went to stop, but Opal pulled the blue-haired woman away.

"We can't stop. She knows the risks, and she's giving you guys a chance to escape. Use it." Opal shoved Zhalia out a window and slammed it shut as the Professor and a pack of Suits closed in on her and her twin sister.