Taking his coat with a heavy sigh, Kenny went out and dropped his jaw when he saw a nice, beautiful amazing gray Hummer parked in front of his house. On it's hood was a certain French guy with a cigarette grasped between his index and middle finger. The face Kenny had ( again ) made Christophe smile, then frown slightly. It wasn't like him to smile so often. It was weakness and a sign that he was relaxed. His occupation didn't allow him to relax. It was suicide. Letting a half smoked cigarette drop from his hand, then stepping on it, the Mole entered the car and motioned to Kenny to hop in.

Just as he buckled up, a sudden pain emerged from his head to his whole body and he blacked out. Next to him, on the driver's seat, a smiling French dude was placing his pistol in the cowl, with a cigarette hanging from his lips. After inhaling deeply, he blew out a small cloud of smoke and stepped on the acceleration.

Kenny woke up later, with an incredibly dull pain in the back of his head. It took only a few seconds to remember what happened: the Hummer, the French and the pain. Groaning, he looked around and saw that he was in the car, which was parked in a big, dark hall. He stepped outside, wondering where the hell he was. He saw a few more cars through the semi-dark and noticed that his steps were echoing in the space, which meant it was big. He almost rolled his eyes at his intelligent remark and wondered why he was so distracted. Any being with little brain would be freaked out and desperately looking for answers or ways to get away from this creepy place, which could be crawling with zombies. He mentally cursed his imagination and the millions of horror movies that he saw and the other thoughts that now, sent chills up and down his spine. His pupils went insanely wide and every one of his muscles contracted when he felt a touch on his shoulder, but somehow, he managed not to scream like a damsel in distress. Instead, he turned around and saw the entertained face of Christophe.

"What the fuck frenchie! You keep hitting me! Why the fuck did you hit me anyway?" Kenny said in a half whispered, half angry tone.

"You didn't 'have zo see where we are" came the simple reply.

"You could have blind-folded me" the blonde snapped.

"Eet didn't occur." Again, the simple, logic answer made Kenny gape, then shut up. Still, his, he didn't know either what, maybe his dignity came up with a reply, not too smart, but anyway:

"You have a way of putting things." A few moments of silence followed and he continued. " So, you wanted me to meet someone. Whom?"

"Come, I'll show you."

Following the brunette through the hall, he noticed that it was, indeed, not big, but huge. He saw many cars of different types, two helicopters and many other cars. They continued their way down some stairs and they finally reached a double steel door. After the Mole entered a code, they entered another hall. This one was a lot smaller and full of computers and electric wires and big screens. Surprisingly, there were only five people walking around, looking busy, but at the same time, collected and calm. A brunette, purple wearing girl came to them and said:

"Hi Mole, you've finally decided to show up. Hey," she motioned to Kenny " you must be Kenny. The Mole here told us a lot about you. Well, not too much, but apparently, it is a lot to him."

Christophe rolled his eyes as the girl shook the blonde's hand. The grip, Kenny noticed, was firm and strong. Besides her small, somehow fragile frame, her brown eyes emanated warmth and intelligence. Suddenly, it hit him:

"You" Kenny started " remind me of someone I used to know when I was a kid. Is your name Wendy?"

She looked at him deeply in his eyes and a wave of sadness darkened her face just for a second. Quickly hiding it, she smiled widely and jumped in his arms, hugging him tightly, with genuine affection. Immediately after, the playfully hit him in the arm, with a wide grin lighting her whole face:

"Well, isn't this the legendary Kenny McCormick himself! Damn, this world is getting smaller or what! Can you believe we went to school together?" she hugged him again. "It's been so long… and you're still wearing orange! " She laughed, making Kenny laugh with her and the French smiled. He hadn't seen Wendy so happy since he had known her. And it's been quite a while since then. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was something about the blonde guy, something he couldn't figure out, some kind of … something. Annoyed with his unusual train of thoughts, the Mole frowned slightly and lighted another cigarette.

"Come Kenny, I have a lot of things to show you. Chris", she said to the French lazily leaning against a wall, " Tweak said that, when I see you, to send you to him .

With a nod, the Mole left.

"Finally, we got rid of him" Wendy sighed, then winked at Kenny. " We can talk freely now. Don't get me wrong, but sometimes, this guy has homicidal reflexes."

The blonde raised an eyebrow and muttered a 'tell me about it', but followed the girl which made her way to the center of the room. Inside his mind, thoughts where spinning, creating a tornado. Questions came to his lips, but were quickly replaced by other ones, before he could manage to speak loud. With a light frown, he made up his mind and asked:

"Wendy, I never thought you were going to end up like this." The comment made the girl stop and turn around. " I mean, you were a very smart girl. I always thought you were going to become a doctor or a lawyer… something that implied sitting in an office giving orders and such. At a great company. Not this. What are you exactly doing here?"

" Seriously, Kenny, you make it sound like I'm a whore. Believe me, I couldn't be happier with my life. But, work before everything. I promise I'll answer every one of your questions, but not now. Now, I want to show you everything you need to know and see where I can find a place for you." She turned around and continued walking. It was then when Kenny noticed her petite, well shaped body. She had nice curves, he had to admit.

"Blondie, if you are starring at me, better don't" she said without stopping or looking at him."The last guy who had the nerve to do it, ended up with Christophe's shovel up his ass. It's weird, I know, " she excused, as if she saw the horror on Kenny' s face " I just don't like being stared at." When the silence was getting longer, she felt the need to ease the tension:

"When Chris told us that he was bringing an apprentice, I didn't believe. He hardly trusts anyone. How did you do it?"

"I'm pretty" came the reply. Wendy laughed and sat down, on a chair, in front of a computer. Apparently, they had reached their destination and, to be honest, the orange-wearing guy was getting pretty tired of trying not to trip over the sea of wires. He had never seen such tangle in his life.

"I must admit", Wendy said, " you are pretty. But don't let it reach your head. We already have a smug guy in here, it's no need of another one."

"You keep saying 'we' and 'us'," Kenny said," but I only saw you and the Mole. "

"They are probably hiding somewhere. We are, after all, 2 miles under ground."