After explaining his plan to Jack, Milton sat on a bench in the dojo watching the J letter move closer and closer to the S. Milton was talking to Jack through a pair of headphones Funderburk let him keep after one of their missions.

"Ok Jack your almost there just a few more blocks. This is a really big mission are you sure you are up to it?"

"Mission? What mission?" Rudy asked as he came down the stairs to his office.

"Oh Rudy. Jack and I are just… playing a game. This is the mission he has to go on." Milton said a little to unconvincingly.

"You play to many video games. Now if you'll excuse me Phil and I are going to the arcade for a gaming marathon. If you hear from Sailor give me a call."

"Ok Rudy." Milton said directing his attention back to the computer screen. By know the J was right beside the S. "Hey Jack what do you see? Jack?" Milton called into the headset no answer.

"Milton? Milton hello? The lines dead great." Jack set down his headset behind a bush near the entrance to an old 1876 jail. He walked over to the entrance and as gently as he could he pushed the squeaking door open. Jack crouched down and began to slide along the edge of the wall. He went through hallway after hallways until he found the cells.

"Hello there." A voice called from behind Jack as a man hit him in the head making him dizzy. Jack could feel himself being lifted over someone's shoulder. He could also feel the hard pavement floor that he was dropped onto.

"Jack!" Sailors voice was broken. Sailor was unable to come to Jack's side because of the roped that bounded her. Her purple V-neck shirt was dirty and grimy, her shorts were torn, she must have been in a fight. Her voice sounded like she wanted to help, but she was helpless, you could also tell she was tired. Tired of being tortured.

"Oh good now I have two contestants." A voice came from the shadows. A tall man came sauntering out from the dark. Sailor scowled at the man. Jack was confused, was this Grant? "The names Grant, Jack. Or do you recognize me from the video." The man that had carried Jack into the cell was playing the video of Sailor's torture. Jack fiercely glared at the man, who stopped the video and disappeared into the shadows.

"So how about I make this interesting? Do you like games? Let's play a few." Grants voice rumbled through the empty room. Jack turned scanning the room. A bright light emitted from the corner of the room. Sailor squinted her eye while Jack covered his. The dark room with one window and leaking pipes turned into a pirate ship. Now instead of Sailor being bound to a pipe she was bound to the rail of the ship and Jack was on the end of a plank. Both were warring worker scrubs. Jack had on a white puffy shirt with a brown vest and black pantaloons with calf high boots and his hair was back in a ponytail. Sailor wore a long blue maiden style dress with a white apron, she had dirt all over her and her hair was in a bun.

"Jack?" Sailor called.

"Sailor? Ha that's ironic your names Sailor and were… on… a… I'll stop now." Jack didn't even have to look at Sailor to see that she was not impressed by Jacks way of 'lightning the mood.' Jack peered over the edge of the board and looked into the deep, dark water below.

"So mate are yah ready to do your duty's yet, or do you need more motivation?" As what looked like the Captain of the ship said this, one of the other men stood on the other end of the board. He then began to jump. This made Jack loose his balance a little bit.

"Jack!" Sailor called.

"It's ok… it's ok." Jack said as he regained his balance.

"Is it princess?" one of the men asked looking at Jack. "Take this," the man handed one of his other servants a grey weight ball, "tie this to her and push her over." The man smirked. "Let the last thing she hears be the laugh of Captain Dioteer!"

"What? No!" Jack yelled frantically.

"The servant untied the rope bounding Sailor to the rail. Sailor kicked and tried to hit the servant but it was no use. She was too weak. He knocked her onto her knees and tied the ball to her. The man then led Sailor to the edge. The edge of the ship, the end of the game, she was a spy but she was also human. Nothing scares a human more… than death.

"NOOOOO!" Jack pushed through the crowd of pirates and looked over the edge of the ship. All that was seen was the ripples of the water. How could this be? She was a spy. Surly she got out…. Surly she was safe drifting somewhere. Jack wasn't thinking anymore, he lunged himself into the water. Frantically he looked around for his drowning friend. Jack swam deeper and deeper until her spotted her, struggling. He pushed through the resisting water and grabbed her. He pulled, pulled as hard as he could to get her above water. The weight was so heavy, dragging him down with such force. Jack realized his efforts were not working. Now he was struggling with the rope, not the one that bound Sailor's hands, but the one that held the weight. For what seemed like forever he struggled, going deeper into the ocean. The weight was finally lifted, it sank to the ocean, while Jack pulled Sailor by her waist higher and higher, closer and closer to the surface. Jack just hopped he wasn't to late. Her body was weak, Jack could tell she couldn't hold on for much longer. He pushed through the cold water, chilling his body. The spiky water sent chills down Jack's back, his body began to tingle. With everything that was happening, practically losing Sailor, becoming weaker himself, he did know if he could hold on.

"Game over….. game over!" A voice whispered in Jack's head. No, it couldn't be over…. It just couldn't. Darkness fell over Jack, his arms flailed as he struggled to swim. Game over.

"One life used. You know have two remaining lives." A robotic voice abruptly woke Jack up. He was on a beach, still in the pirate scrubs. He was wet and tired. As Jack's eyes came into focus he saw the ocean just feet away from where he was sitting on the warm sand. He pushed his hands through the sand, how did he get here? Over to his left there was a campfire, over to his right Sailor laid unresponsively. Jack stumbled to his feet and knelt beside Sailor who was on her side. Jack untied the knots around her hands, her wrists were red and irritated. Gently, Jack placed Sailor on her back.

"Sailor… Sailor." Jack put his hand on her stomach, she was still breathing. With a sigh of relief, Jack fell onto his back and just stayed there until Sailor began to cough. She sat up suddenly. "Hey Sailor." Jack said in a flirty way.

"Jack what's going on?" Sailor asked, you could tell her eyes were still trying to adjust to the light.

"Just a game! That's what's going on. You have two lives remaining, oh and you should know, if you die here, you die in real life." Grant's voice once again echoed through the air.

"How is he doing this?" Sailor asked Jack.

"It's simple. I'm invading your minds, slowly taking over until you are too weak to continue. You will lose hope… and each other." Jack and Sailor looked at each other.

"If this is just our minds then…" You could tell Sailor was focused on whatever she had planned. A small light emitted from her hand "then I can control this game as well!" She now held a long samurai blade. It was engraved with the words TO DREAM.

"Whoa cool!" Jack said as he mindlessly gazed at the sword. Now Jack was focused, it took him longer but finally two pirate swords emerged at his sides. Jack grinned at the thought of how he just created swords.

"So an unbeatable agent like you, needs to hide behind a video game. Pathetic!"

"Um Sailor…"

"Why don't you come fight us yourself? Or are you… afraid?"

A growl was heard through the sky. Summoned out of nowhere a cloud of thunder, whirling winds and a crack of lighting, appeared then Grant. He held two long, black machetes. There was about to be a duel, but one like never before.

"I win, you work for me, you win, you get your freedom!"

"And you'll stop hunting the other agents?" Sailor glared at the six foot, dark haired man. He was big, football player size, and compared to Jack and Sailor, this was not going to be an easy fight.

"Deal."

"Boss level achieved," the man charged lunging at Jack. Blades were hitting each other, slicing through the air with a force that could cut a punching bag in one slice. Jack and Sailor ducked under blade swipes kicking the man in the stomach and his knees, area's that were vulnerable. Sailor blocked a cut to the face with her sword while Jack kicked Grants hand making him drop one of his swords. Jack, Sailor and Grant now stood in fighting positions just feet away from each other. Jack ran towards the agent jumping high in the air pointing his sword blade towards Grant. As a reflex Grant pushed it with his sword and kicked Jack in the stomach sending him flying.

"Jack!" Sailor said as she watched her already weak friend try to sit up. Her gaze then shifted to the man running at her with all his might.

"Oww! That… NO!" Jack watched as Sailor fell to the ground, Grant standing above her. She was beginning to pixelate. "SAILOR! SAILOR!" After no time she disappeared, her last moments were spent trying to reach out to Jack. "Sailor…." Jack said weekly. His head dropped and he fell to his knees.

"One down… one to go!" Grant said as he spun his blade. Jack slowly stood up, fury was now running through his veins. Jack mumbled something under his breath. "What was that weak link?"

"Not TODAY!" Jack shouted as he ran towards Grant. His sword clashed with Grants as he kicked Grant harder than ever before. His was stronger, he fought harder, he wanted to make the man beg for mercy. Jack used all his might to do a spinning back kick and launch Grant across the sandy beach. Jack fiercely walked over to Grant who was stumbling to get up. Jack lunged at Grant with his sword, only for it to be blocked. In a smooth movement Jack pushed his foot against Grants chest pushing him to the ground. "You will pay." Jack took his sword, held it above his head and in one swoop sliced through Grant who began to pixelate.

"You are still weak. You're holding her back" Grant said as he disappeared into an abyss. That last word rang in the air so definitively.

"Jack?" Sailor's voice boomed through the air. Jack turned around to see Sailor behind him, stunned almost. "I saw what happened…" Jack's looked down in embarrassment. Sailor placed a hand on his shoulder, "I thought it was really sweet." As she said this Jack looked up again. A bell rang though the air.

"Game over, you are the winner." A mechanical voice said to Jack and Sailor as the scenery changed from a nice beach to the detaining area.

"You're not leaving!" Grant said while he stood in the doorway of the cell breathing heavily. He was all beat up and bruised. Sailor walked over to one of the loose pipes on the wall and kicked the pipe making it fall to the ground. She picked it up and walked over to Grant.

"Oh that's what you think." Sailor said as she swung her left hand, which held the pipe, smacking Grant in the head. Grant fell to the ground with a thump. "Jack take this rope and tie him to the pipe I'll call Funderburk," Sailor said as she walked out of the cell. As she got further away you could hear men yelling halt and stop right there, you could also hear the crack of a pipe against people's heads.

Grant began to groan "you're lucky she's still alive Jack! If you didn't have her you would be dead by now."

Jack had finished tying Grant to the pipe when he stood tall and said, "then I am lucky to have her."

"Milton, Rudy, Jerry and Funderburk are on their way. They should be here any minute, they aren't that far away. They are also bringing the police." Sailor said as she came around the stone wall near the cell. "Let's go." Jack and Sailor turned closing the cell door.

"You'll regret this! Do you hear me? You'll regret this!" Grant cried as Jack and Sailor walked further and further away from his cell door. As they walked out of the building Rudy and the others, along with two armored vehicles, an ambulance and five police cars were pulling up. Milton, Rudy and Jerry came running up to Jack and Sailor, while Funderburk stormed the building with the policemen.

"Alright men let's move, move, move!" A policemen called as they stormed the building. It was all over.