Regina, are you there?" Ben spoke on his camera connected to the laptop.

"Depends on what you have," Regina said as she sat down on her seat on the flight. She was flying in from France.

"I've got the background of the Vetras and Langdon's daughter."

Regina arched her eyebrows. "Send them to me. Now. Especially about the daughter."

"Already done." His eyes scanned the sheet of paper. "Everything about her is in this file." He squinted. "She was adopted by the Langdons, and was abused as a child before her parents deserted her."

Regina crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Go on,"

"Even her medical files are here. She's allergic to ketamine."

"And that's relevant because…?"

"Ketamine is one of the main ingredients in our sedatives we're going to give the Langdons." He looked at the screen.

"So the more we give her…" Regina began to formulate a plan.

"Oh, Regina no." He shuffled the papers. "Only a couple of injections will kill her. In fact, it's like a poison to her."

"What would the symptoms be?"

"Stomach problems, migraines, trouble breathing, and dizziness."

Regina nodded. "Make sure she gets two doses of the ketamine." Regina spoke with finality. "And I want those cameras installed where I told you."

She shut her laptop and pressed her fingers to her temple.

Alexandria tried to calm herself as they approached her house again. A cold clammy feeling seemed to take over her body, and she couldn't shake it.

Bryan stopped the car. "Let's go check," he said, nodding towards the house. Vittoria nodded but said she wanted a few words with Alexandria.

As Greg and Bryan went into the house, Vittoria turned back towards Alexandria, who was sitting quietly.

"You want to know why I am older than you expected, don't you." Alexandria spoke, looking in Vittoria's eyes.

Vittoria reeled back. "How'd you know?"

She shrugged. "I could tell." Alex suddenly was interested in her boots. "They adopted me a couple months ago." Her voice was barely a whisper. "But it doesn't make me any less they're own kid!" she seemed to read Vittoria's mind.

Vittoria cleared her throat as she looked back at the house. "I don't know how much help I'm going to be."

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. "Well, he only called you for help. So Dad definitely knew you could be important."

Vittoria felt like her point wasn't getting across. "Yes, but the thing is," she felt selfish saying this. "I-I don't want to jeopardize my family. Just recently I began to finally think of my life coming back together…I don't want anything happening to this!"

Alex was silent a moment. "Would he do the same for you?"

"What?"

"Robert. My dad. If you called him, saying you and your family was in trouble, would he come and do his best to rescue your family?"

"That's—"

"It's a yes or no question, Vittoria." Her eyes seemed expressionless.

"Knowing Robert…yes, I think he would."

"Then why aren't you prepared to do the same?" Vittoria had begun to hate Alexandria's many questions.

Alex seemed to soften a bit. "I'm really sorry if I seem harsh," her voice began to crack. "But Robert and Sophie-Mom and Dad-had helped me so much." Her eyes flickered towards Vittoria's.

"They helped me when no one else was there for me. And recently, they saved me from someone who kidnapped me. And…" Alex's voice trailed off. Vittoria wanted to know more, but she knew now wasn't the time.

"The point is that I have to help them. I'm prepared for anything."

"Aren't you scared? Why don't you let the police deal with this?"

Alexandria opened the car door. "I'm scared to death. I would give up anything for them."

Vittoria seemed frustrated. "Would you die for them?"

Alex's eyes flashed and spoke without hesitation. "Yes."

Alexandria opened the door to her house and felt tears prick her eyes. Why had this happened? An image flew in Alex's mind. She gripped the stairwell for support.

Sophie, bound and gagged, lying down in a dark room.

Robert frantically pounding on the door, shouting Sophie's name…

A man kicked Robert in the gut, sending Robert to his knees. He smirked.

Alex realized this man…but from where?

An airplane…

"Alexandria? Alexandria?"

Her vision restored. Greg was shaking her shoulders. He looked worried.

"Wha-what?" she asked.

"You're really pale, are you going to pass out?" Greg's spoke.

Alex caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror. She looked like a deer in the headlights-scared and panicky. "Just-just lots going on," she stuttered, trying to avoid his crystal blue eyes.

"Greg? Alexandria?" Bryan's voice traveled from upstairs. "Come on up here!"

When they had climbed the steps, Bryan was holding a slip of paper in his hands.

"What do you suppose this says?" he asked, forehead knitting into a frown.

ADD PEN KIP

CODING GOT

BRACKET YEAH

ENTAIL LITHIUM

TAP HEFT HOLLOW

"This makes no sense!" Greg spoke angrily.

Alexandria was quiet. "Yes…it does." Quickly, she wrote down…

KIDNAPPED

GOING TO DC

THEY ARE BACK

THE ILLUMINATI

FOLLOW THE PATH

Greg looked at her strangely when she finished. "How…?"

"I'm a symbologist's daughter," she hurriedly explained. She looked back at Bryan. "We have to go to Washington D.C. They must be there."

"It could be a trap for all you know!" Bryan exclaimed. "It's better for the police to take care of this."

But Alexandria's expression was pleading. "They could be dead soon!" Bryan felt conflicted. He wanted to help her—truly he did—but he didn't want to put his family at risk. These kind of adventures were deadly dangerous. (Or so he heard from Vittoria)

"I'm sorry, Alexandria…but it's too dangerous." He felt bad, and even Greg looked disappointed.

Alexandria kept herself from trembling. "I understand…"Just then Vittoria walked in, looking like she was in deep thought. "Did you find anything of importance?"

Bryan filled Vittoria in with the details. She spoke first after a while, "So we are going to D.C., right?"

Greg looked at his dad. He cleared his throat. "Well, Dad said…that it would be too dangerous."

Vittoria quickly replied. "Bryan, we have to go. I know Robert would help us if the situation was flipped around." Her eyes flickered in Alexandria's direction. "Almost two years ago at the Vatican, Robert almost died. For me. So I wouldn't get hurt." Her voice got thick. "I have to help him and his wife. Please Bryan."

Forty-five minutes later, they were on a plane to D.C.

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