Dan was awoken in his sleep, being dragged by his arms through a different part of a barn. What he'd been in before must've only been the horse stables or something, either that, or this was the biggest damn barn in the northern hemisphere. Finally, his feet stopped dragging across the floor, gathering hay, and he was dropped onto his back. Then he was yanked to his feet by his hair and it was the most primal ways to get him to stand, and the most unexpected way, that he actually yelled out in pain, kicking out at the Crime Minister as she snarled in his face, "You little bastard. Your little friends have come to find us because of you."

"Why don't you just kill me?" Dan asked, his blue eyes flashing.

"Because that would be too easy for you." Crime Minister hissed. "And because you don't really want to die, do you?"

Dan stared at her, desperately hoping that he wasn't giving anything away in his expression as she said, "You want to live out the rest of your pitiful existence with V95, fighting crime, side by side. How pathetic."

Hearing her refer to Zoe as 'V95' and calling her pathetic, all in the space of ten seconds, sparked something in Dan. He kicked out, his foot making contact with her hip. Her legs buckled beneath her and she let go of Dan's hair, still struggling to keep herself standing as he yelled, "Her name's Zoe!"

Crime Minister glared up at him, noticing the blue light flashing in his wrist.

"Grab him!" Crime Minister shouted, now steady on her feet. Two KORPS guards sprang up out of nowhere and grabbed Dan, forcing him to his knees in front of her. Crime Minister grabbed Dan's right arm, her eyes focused on his wrist, where a consistent blue light was flashing underneath his skin. Without a word, she held out her hand and one of the KORPS agents passed her a knife. This wasn't a butter knife – it was more of a throwing dagger, made to inflict damage. Crime Minister drove it down, into Dan's wrist, smiling as he screamed. Dan tried to get away from her, but she wouldn't allow him to move, so he was forced to endure the pain that came with her trying to cut the flashing light out of him.

Then suddenly, she dropped to the floor, unconscious, revealing Zoe and Keri. The two KORPS guards sprang forward and Keri started to fight them while Zoe ran forward, kneeling in front of Dan. Her eyes flickered to his face quickly before she looked down at his arm.

"Zoe . . . What is it?" Dan asked, having to speak slowly so that he wouldn't start crying from the pain in his arm.

"A microchip with a homing beacon. Me and Keri have one too. See?" She held out her arm so that he could see the flashing green light on her wrist.

"Oh, Dan." Zoe said quietly. "What've they done to you?"

"She tried to cut it out." Dan croaked as Zoe dug into her pocket, pulling out a bandage. Zoe shook her head as she bandaged his arm. When she was done, she sat back on her heels and placed her hand on his cheek. "You're going to be okay, now, Dan. I promise."

Dan rested his forehead against Zoe's for a moment before allowing her to pull him to his feet.

"Are you okay, Dan?" Keri asked, two KORPS guards lying at her feet.

"I'm okay, Ker. I'll live."

Keri moved to Dan's other side, grabbing his arm and draping it around her shoulders as a hand wrapped around Zoe's ankle, tugging her backwards. Zoe screamed as the Crime Minister pressed a knife to her throat, hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to draw blood.

"Give me either K.3.R.1 or the Backshaw boy and V95 here won't die." She said, just as the door was flung open and Frank, Stella, Aneisha and Tom standing in the back, were standing in the doorway.

"You're not getting any of them." Frank said.

"Oh, aren't I, London? Well, maybe, if I do this . . ." She pressed the blade of the knife harder into Zoe's throat so that a little trail of blood ran down the white skin of her throat. Zoe writhed and tried to get herself free, but she only really managed to get the cut bigger.

Meanwhile, Tom had been creeping behind Crime Minister, a taser in his hands. Just as Dan looked ready to surrender himself up in return for Zoe, Crime Minister collapsed on the floor, twitching violently. Zoe stumbled to Dan, who wrapped his good arm around her tightly.

"It's okay." He murmured in her ear. "We're okay."

"We should arrest her." Aneisha said, nodding towards Crime Minister.

"No time." Stella said. "There's KORPS reinforcements headed this way. We need to get out of here now."

Zoe and Keri helped Dan walk through the massive barn complex – he'd hurt his ankle at some point, so he couldn't really walk on it properly. Eventually they stumbled out into the now-fading sunlight, where the van was parked. Frank walked ahead of them, pulling the van door open so that Keri and Zoe could help Dan in.

Dan had never felt so tired in his life. Before the van even started moving, he was curled up with his head in Zoe's lap, with her hands brushing through his hair.

Zoe looked up tiredly as Dan stirred, blue eyes blinking up at her. "Zoe?"

Zoe reached across and squeezed his hand. "I'm right here, Dan."

"Zoe." Dan hummed softly. "I love you. How bad was it?"

"Your injuries weren't actually that bad. Sprained ankle, cut in your arm. You were dehydrated too, but we've fixed that now too." Zoe said. She tried to sound happy, but she couldn't help feeling upset. She'd come so close to losing him.

"Hey." Dan said. "I'm right here, okay?"

Zoe nodded, leaning forward and resting her forehead against his. With the arm that wasn't heavily bandaged, Dan brushed her hair back from her face. Zoe tilted her head to the side and kissed him gently.

When they broke apart, Dan smiled at her. "Better?"

Zoe nodded. "Dan, when you were out . . . you kept mumbling about Crime Minister and Jack Watkins."

Dan's brow furrowed. He was supposed to remember something about Jack Watkins . . . some connection he had to the Crime Minister.

"The Crime Minister is Jack Watkins' daughter." Dan said slowly.

Zoe sat back in her chair, covering her mouth with her hands as she looked at him tearfully. "We went to see him about Billy . . . Oh my God. Dan, that was my idea. Oh my . . . I can't even –"

"Hey, hey, it's okay." Dan said gently. "It's not your fault."

Zoe nodded, brushing her tears away. "I should probably go tell the others that you're up."

"Zoe, wait." Dan said. "What would you say if . . . I changed my last name to Backshaw?"

Zoe considered his question carefully before she answered. "I'd say that I love you, no matter what your last name is."