Lady Jaye slowly awoke. She didn't open her eyes right away, trying to figure out where she was. Her instinct told her it was not where she should be. The last thing she remembered was being at the airport and seeing that man, feeling the pain in her head, and then blackness. He spoke German, she remembered, and she had answered him back.

She listened carefully. It sounded like she was still on the plane as they were flying somewhere. She was reclined in a chair. She slowly tried to move her hands and was surprised to find they weren't bound. She slowly opened her eyes.

"Ah, so you are awake now. Good. We have much to do," said a low voice next to her. She turned to see the same man, once again speaking German to her.

"Why am I here?" Jaye asked.

He smiled. "You have chosen to be here, my dear. Just as you choose to continue to speak in German. I speak many languages, including your English, but I do love my home language the best, I think."

He looked at her and continued. "You should be honored. The Leiter only selects top agents from around the world to join the organization."

"Who is the Leiter?" Jaye asked, confused. She knew she hadn't volunteered for anything.

"Ah, that you would have to ask him yourself," he chuckled, "although I wouldn't recommend it."

Jaye frowned. "I'm only on a week's leave. Will I be back in time?" She decided to play along and see what information she could gain from this man while he was still feeling friendly.

"That is all taken care of, my dear. You won't need your material possessions. All will be provided for you, as well. You followed your instructions very well, only packing what you needed. I hope you don't mind that we searched your luggage. One can never be too safe!" he chuckled at his own private joke.

"Instructions?" questioned Jaye. "I don't…"

She paused. Flashes came to her. The voice on the phone, the voice in her hospital room at night. "It was you!" she said. "But why? Why me?"

"My dear, you really are very humble, aren't you? Like I said, we only recruit the very best. With your skills and linguistic abilities, as well as your limited ninja training and combat experience – you are a very well rounded package. A Jill of all trades, if you'll excuse the American expression. We know that you have had offers from other agencies you have turned down. We are happy that you chose us," he said, patting her hand. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go take care of a few things before we land. Feel free to indulge in some refreshments," he said indicating a makeshift bar. "It might be awhile before we are able to eat breakfast."

Jaye wondered about his preparations. Her stomach growled at the thought of food and she realized she really hadn't eaten too much for awhile. In fact, she couldn't remember eating much more than a granola bar. Sighing, she made her way over to the bar and opened the fridge, surprised to find a small bowl of fresh fruit and bottles of water. She grabbed a bottle and the fruit and made her way back to her seat. At this point, she knew her body needed the food and just hoped it hadn't been tainted.

Thinking about her companion, she came to a few conclusions. They must be on their way to a remote spot in Germany, thinking of the language they were speaking as well as the name of the "boss", Leiter being a German word for "leader." He had used it even when speaking in English. She was also almost certain that this was the same man she had the confrontation with during her mission, when she had been stabbed. He had argued with her in German, saying that she was needed elsewhere and she refused to go with him, fearing a Cobra trick.

This was definitely not Cobra, she thought, looking around. No red stamped symbols of the anti-terrorist organization were on the plane nor were they on her companion. As far as she knew, none of the top agents in Cobra who could pull this off spoke German, either.

While she was nervous, she had to admit she was very curious as to this whole "organization." They obviously wanted to talk to her badly enough that she had been tricked into coming with them willingly. Or was it willingly? she thought. Every time she was around this man, she seemed to lose consciousness, although he carried no taser or other weapon. She frowned. Hypnosis? It seemed farfetched, but then again, wasn't this whole situation pretty farfetched? She had heard of headhunting with businesses, but not with military or intelligence agencies.

Her companion returned and smiled, seeing her eat. "I see you made a good choice. We tried to stock what we knew you liked, but our funds are limited at this time. However, we can offer you a real German breakfast when we land. You will find that the organization while sometimes ruthless in its recruiting methods, offers you more comfort than most. We try to cater to everyone's needs and wants. That is why we want to remain small and exclusive," he said proudly.

Lady Jaye merely nodded, not sure how to take that. Ruthless in their recruitment? She had to wonder about that.

Jaye was surprised to see that they were in a fairly large city when they landed. It was another private airport, but she wasn't surprised when she asked for her passport. As she passed through customs, another man appeared to carry her luggage and hustled them off to a luxury sedan. As they drove through the city streets, Jaye turned to her companion.

"Frankfurt?" she asked, recognizing a few buildings.

He smiled. "I see you know your geography. Yes, we are centered in Frankfurt, for now. When it suits us no longer, we will move on."

Jaye smiled back at him, deciding to play the game. "So, I feel bad that you know my name but I don't know yours."

"Allow me to apologize, since we have not had much time to discuss things in detail. You may call me Fordon. Our other companion is Hans," he said, gesturing to the man in the front seat.

"Will I meet the others in the organization?" asked Jaye, wanting more information on the situation she would be entering and hopefully, escaping.

"Of course. We will be having our meal with most of them, I believe, unless they are not on the premises."

Jaye was curious as to who she would see. If Fordon was right, then she might be familiar with faces if not names. She was anxious to see if she could talk to one in private and ask how they were "recruited."