News of the helicopter crash spread through Seattle and the rest of the country like wildfire. Before long, it was an international sensation: two famous billionaires had been hospitalized after a mysterious crash! How did they survive? How were their bodies ejected from the craft and found nearby with minor injuries? (Well...minor compared to being burnt to a crisp). The police and FBI were still investigating the incident, agreeing that it was suspicious. "Terrorist attack" was thrown around quite a few times. Witnesses claimed to have seen some sort of lightning around Charlie Tango before it hit the ground. Indeed, things were uncanny. And Grey didn't like it one bit.

The two men were released from the hospital the next day. Grey's security team ushered them out the front doors and through a crowd of paparazzi to get to the limo. They made it back to the penthouse without incident, but things weren't the same. A police officer was stationed out in the hallway to guard Grey's home. An in-house nurse came to check on them twice a day despite Grey insisting that they were fine. Grey's phone was blowing up with calls, texts, and emails. He was about to go insane.

"This is ridiculous!" He yelled, tearing off the bandages around his head and stomping into Wayne's room. Wayne quickly slid his phone under his pillow just as Grey walked in and slammed the door shut behind him. "You need to tell me what's going on. What was your friend warning us about? Talk, Wayne! You KNEW this would happen somehow! This is your fault."

"My fault? You-"

Just then, the door opened and the long-haired man walked in followed by a beautiful blond woman. Grey backed against the wall, his heart pounding wildly. He pointed a shaking finger at the strangers. "You! How did you get in here? There's a police officer right outside this door. I'll have you both arrested."

""You guys are in danger. You need to get out of town now," the woman said.

"What's happening?" Wayne asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

"Alexander was trying to kill you. He's the one that messed with the copter. We got word that he's sending a hit team to finish the job," the man replied.

"Wh-what?" Grey said, his voice filled with terror.

Wayne sighed. "Grey, I never told you this, but it's time for you to know. I live a double life...I'm a secret agent for the U.S. government and I regularly carry out covert ops for them, usually of the spy variety. Alexander is a dangerous Russian spy and mob leader. He's been living as an American businessman and philanthropist, but don't be fooled."

Grey took one look at him and burst out laughing. He sank to the floor. "Oh, that's funny."

The long-haired man let out an exasperated sound. "C'mon, Dinah. We need to change into our work gear," he said to the woman. "You gentlemen need to pack your things." The couple hurried out of the room and Wayne opened the closet, pulled out a suitcase, and started packing.

Grey stood up and folded his arms. "Stop playing games with me. You need to tell me the truth NOW or I'm having all three of you arrested."

"Grey, listen...I'm not lying to you. Remember how I told you my son died? Well...it was because of my work. My enemies."

The door opened and the man and woman returned, dressed in black combat uniforms, hoods, and ski masks. They both had swords strapped to their backs.

"What the hell?" Grey said.

Dinah shoved a suitcase into Grey's arms. "I packed your things. Now, come on."

As they made their way out into the hall, the front door flew off its hinges and a large, burly man carrying an ax stepped through the entranceway. He threw it at them with terrifying force, but the long-haired man caught it in midair and threw it back, lodging the ax in the man's stomach. Blood spurted everywhere.

"Ollie, you're not supposed to kill them," Wayne said.

"He'll live. I didn't hit any major organs."

The group crept out into the hallway and scanned their surroundings. "Where's the officer?" Grey asked.

"We didn't see anyone on the way in," Dinah said. "But, that's not surprising...Alexander must've had the officer stationed here as an informant."

They made their way downstairs and out of the apartment without another incident, but things changed once they got to the parking garage. A gang of black-clad people jumped out of a car and ran at them, wielding swords, knives, and crossbows. Ollie raced at them, did a double-flip and knocked out the man with the crossbow, grabbing the weapon and shooting two other attackers. Dinah easily disarmed the others with her sword. Soon, unconscious bodies littered the ground.

"Amateurs." Dinah said.

They were about to clamber into Grey's car, but Ollie stopped them. "Wait...I need Wayne at the wheel and my butt in the passenger seat. You and Dinah sit in the back. Dinah, you're on rear guard duty."

"But-" Grey protested.

"If you want to live, don't argue." Dinah said.

Grey reluctantly gave the keys to Wayne and they got in. Wayne started the engine and awaited Ollie's instructions.

"We need to get both of you to a safe house," Ollie said. "Maybe we should hunker down in the mountains...find a secluded campsite or something."

"No," Dinah said. "We don't have food, tents, kerosene, sleeping bags, lanterns...what, are you crazy? Mr. Penthouse back here wouldn't last an hour in nature. We should just take them to...er...Agent C.K.'s place."

There was a pause. "Alright." Ollie finally said. "It's going to be a long drive, but we'll rotate."

They drove out onto the street and Ollie kept nervously looking out the windows. "I don't like this...there's no way Alexander would've sent such inefficient goons." He muttered.

"Well, to be fair, he didn't know you and Dinah were going to be over. And I still don't think Alexander knows I'm a spy. This attack was related to me being a competitor businessman."

Ollie stared at him and shook his head. "You're being too optimistic, Wayne."

They drove out of Seattle in peace, but Ollie still wasn't convinced. He kept looking out the back window to make sure they weren't being trailed. They drove down the highway in silence. Grey's mind was racing and he was starting to get annoyed by the complete lack of hysteria by his companions. Wayne sensed something was wrong with Grey.

"Christian, I'm sorry you were dragged into this. I had no idea I would be targeted in Seattle. International espionage is a dangerous career. The less you know, the better."

Dinah coughed. Grey thought it sounded like she was trying to cover up a laugh, but she quickly laid a comforting hand on Grey's shoulder. Ollie turned on the radio to a rock station and cranked up the music, kicking his feet up on the dashboard.

"Well, folks. It's going to be a long night."