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AN: And here's another one...I've got some lined up, so updates would be more frequent for the next two weeks or so. Many of these will be post-episodes though. Hope you enjoy!

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"How are you doing?" John's arms were crossed, and his tone was stern. Penelope recognised that tone immediately. It was the same tone he had used when she had been caught in the tomb of the pharaoh in South Africa several months ago. It was the tone that said 'I-know-you're-shaken-and-don't-you-lie-to-me-because-I-will-ask-Parker-and-he-will-spill-everything-just-watch'.

Penelope sighed, rubbing her eyes. Sherbet barked obediently. "I have seen better days."

"Haven't we all?" John asked.

"Have the GDF located the Hood or the Mechanic at all?"

John shook his head, irritation creeping into his tone. It was no secret that the Creighton-Ward family and the FAB looked down on the GDF. While powerful and internationally renowned – not like the Federal Agents Bureau – the GDP was slowed down by bureaucracy, and therefore not efficient like the FAB. Or the Creighton-Ward Family, for that matter.

"No. The Hood got away. He must have been using one of those hologram disguises that he likes so much."

Penelope sighed, equally irritated, though for another reason entirely. "The FAB has been pestering me for a full report to hold over the GDF."

"Don't do it."

"I'm not a fool, John. I'm fairly certain I know when to and when not to do something." Her tone came out sharper than she intended, and John's eyes softened in concern.

"How are you?" He asked again.

Penelope looked down. "I don't know. I thought I was alright but…"

"But?"

"I don't know." Penelope huffed, feeling like she was five again, and John was the all-knowing and all-fixing older brother she looked up to. "It just…" She trailed off, thinking. John remained quiet and let her think. "When it registered just how close I could have died, that Gordonor even Virgilcould have died…that Parkercould have died at just how closea shave that had been…they're too good. And we're lying to them, through our teeth." She exhaled shakily. "And…even if we escaped, so did the Hood and the Mechanic. We're back at square one."

"Not exactly." John pointed out.

"But the Bureau will not share any information with the GDF, especially after what had happened. When whatever happened hits the news."

John sighed. "There is little we can do now, Penny."

"I don't like it." Penelope crossed her arms. Yes, she was a Lady, with a capital L, but this was John. He was the only person that had seen her at her worst, and she wasn't afraid to show it now.

John nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. "EOS and I will look into it, Penelope. Promise."

Penelope sighed and nodded as well. "Alright then." She suddenly frowned, noticing the sudden change in subject. "What's wrong?"

John gave her a tired smile. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"No." Penelope smiled teasingly, though there was worry behind it. "Now spill."

"Remember what Brains said about the plan the Mechanic was going for?"

Penelope nodded slowly. "Project…Sentinel, I believe?"

John hesitated, clearly choosing his words carefully. "I think Sentinel is linked with what I found, back when I was seven."

At that, Penelope froze. She could remember being excluded from many discussions between her father and her brother, could remember feeling nothing but bitterness towards the project and how it pulled her brother away from her. She had almost thought it a lost cause by now.

"Are you certain?"

John nodded. He glanced at the side as a beeping suddenly sounded, and frowned in alarm, straightening as much as he could in space. "Listen, Penelope. I need to go now."

"What's wrong?" Penelope asked again, alert. "Is there anything Parker and I could help out with?"

"There have suddenly been multiple distress signals around the world. I think the Tracy brothers can deal with it, but I'll call you if anything crops up around the area."

"FAB, John."

"See you, Penelope. Get some rest. Tell Parker to get some to, for now, at least. You have both deserved it."