"Chief?" Multi asked. "Hey, chief, are you okay?"
"Earth to chiefy boy, hellooooo!" Narnia shouted, waving her hand in front of Big D's face. "Hey! Wake up!"
"What?" Big D asked, snapping back into reality.
"You all right, boss?" Coiley asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
"More like a hallucination," Big D said. "Much like when we had encountered this place the first time. We'd better regroup with Fluid and Miss Glamorski. I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this whole thing myself."
The group ran out of the cashier's office and into the station, only to find it a bigger mess than before. Fluey and Natasha weren't around, either.
"What happened?" Coiley asked.
"Where are Natasha and Fluey?" Multi asked.
"They've got to be around here somewhere," Narnia said. "Let's split up and look around again."
The foursome split up, and began covering the station with the proverbial fine tooth comb. Panther began pawing at something on the floor. He picked it up in his mouth, and ran to Big D.
"Meeeowww," he said, tapping Big D's leg with his paw. "Roooowwwww!"
"What's this?" Big D asked, turning toward the cat. He bent down, and picked up what looked like an ID card.
"Vladimir Rozhkov," he read. "Mental Clinic Number Eleven. Zhukov Street Twenty-One. I wonder . . . . . ."
"Chief, we can't find Fluey or Natasha anywhere!" Coiley shouted.
"Though I suspect foul play," Multi said. "I found Fluey's communicator close to where we left him and Natasha, as well as this syringe. They must be in trouble!"
"Agreed," Big D said, as he picked up Panther, and handed him to Narnia. "Your cat found this on the floor. What do you make of it?"
"Beats me," Narnia said, looking at the ID card. "I've never seen this man before. I've never heard of that clinic, either."
Before anyone could answer, Panther jumped out of Narnia's arms, and ran toward a bench. He began swatting at a piece of paper. Narnia groaned.
"Panther, we don't have time to play now!" she shouted, as she took the paper. "What is this, anyway? Hey, chiefy, looks like it's for you."
"Let me see that," Big D said, taking the piece of paper. "Greetings, Big D. You and your agents are the last ones. Our game has now begun. Your grandson is my guarantee that you will voluntarily take on the challenge. Everything depends on you, and your agents. The Chessmaster."
"The Chessmaster?" Multi repeated. "Who's he?"
"I've no idea," Big D said, crumpling up the paper. Then he turned to Narnia, angrily. "But I have a pretty good idea who might. Ms. Veretennikov, is this your idea of a joke?! Did you and your sister-in-law plan this?!"
"What's wrong, Big D?" Coiley asked.
"During the last encounter with the sphere," Big D explained, "when I was first in that strange city, I had received several cryptic notes, similar to this one. Some were written by Miss Glamorski, and others by the Russian Underground. Maybe even some by Ms. Veretennikov."
"You think I wrote that?" Narnia asked. "Seriously, I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know any Chessmaster!"
"After what happened the last time, I'm not sure I can trust either you, or that sister-in-law of yours," Big D said.
"And there's also the fact that it mentions Big D, and the three of us," Multi said. "It doesn't say anything in there about you, or Natasha, Narnia."
"I'll ask you again, Ms. Veretennikov," Big D said, sounding like he was about to lose his patience any minute. "What do you know about this Chessmaster?"
"Nothing!" Narnia shouted. "I don't know who he is, or what he's up to! And I don't know this Vladimir Rozhkov, either. Listen, Pops, if your grandson's in trouble, then chances are, so's Natasha. I don't think we've got a choice here. We need to work together to find them"
"Right," Big D said. Then he sighed. "Very well, Ms. Veretennikov. But if I find out you're lying to me, you'll find out the hard way the consequences of crossing me."
Narnia said nothing, and she led the group outside so they could search around. Coiley and Multi immediately changed to their superhero alter egos, and began searching the parking lot.
"Hey, chief!" Multi called. "I found some car tracks, and something that looks like a light from an ambulance!"
"We'll never be able to catch up to the kidnapper on foot," Coiley said. "We need to find a mode of transportation somehow."
"There's a garage over there," Narnia said, pointing across the lot. "Maybe there's something inside it."
The group walked toward the garage, and found the door was unlocked. Coiley and Multi lifted it open, and the group found an old, rusted car, with no tires, and a cracked windshield.
"Where's Rogers when I need him?" Big D sighed.
"The agency's mechanic," Coiley explained to Narnia.
"Ah ha," Narnia said. "There's only one thing to do. We gotta fix it up. We're gonna need some bolts, some tires, and some other junk. Let's get to it."
The foursome began looking around the garage, while Panther merely sat by, licking his paws.
"I wish we'd brought Skittles along," Multi said, pulling a couple of bolts out of a tool box. "We'd find these things a lot easier."
"Too bad Panther isn't a dog," Coiley said.
While Narnia and the two Impossibles were looking for bolts, Big D opened the hood of the car, and groaned.
"We have our work cut out for us," he said. "The car's battery is missing."
"Oh brother," Multi groaned.
"Well then, let's look for another one," Narnia said, sounding annoyed. "Have a little common sense! Sheesh . . . . ."
Big D ignored Narnia's "sheesh," and he and the boys looked around the vacant garage for the tools they needed. Luckily, Narnia found another car battery, while Coiley and Multi found the rest of the bolts, as well as four tires.
"Okay, boys," Narnia said, twirling a wrench she found in the tool box. "I know exactly what to do. We'll have this thing running like a dream in no time. Here's what I want you to do. The four of you get the tires back on the car, while I get the battery back in place."
Once the boys got the tires back on the car, Coiley pushed a button, which lowered the car to the floor, and then he opened the garage door. Multi had found a tank of gas, and he poured it into the car. He climbed in, and then groaned.
"Hollerin' hi-fi's!" Multi shouted. "The inside of this thing is almost as worse as the outside!"
"What's wrong, Multi?" Coiley asked.
"The steering wheel, the rear-view mirror, and the ignition are MIA, and the knob to the gear shift is gone," Multi said. "We'll have to replace everything before we can continue!"
"Well, let's get started," Big D said.
"No way you're gonna be able to replace the ignition!" Narnia shouted.
"Maybe not," Big D said. "But I'm pretty sure I can get this heap started by cutting and splicing some wires."
"How do you plan to accomplish that?" Narnia asked.
"I need a knife," Big D said. "If you would be so kind as to allow me to borrow yours, Ms. Veretennikov . . . . ."
"Fine," Narnia said, handing Big D her knife.
"But where are the rest of us gonna find the steering wheel and the other stuff, chief?" Coiley asked.
Big D didn't answer. Instead, he opened the glove compartment, and rummaged through it for a moment, unearthing not only the missing gear shift knob, but also some gears.
"Well, one down, two to go," he said. "I wonder what on earth these gears could be for?"
"I think I know, chief," Multi said, eyeing a safe sitting on a shelf. "Call it a hunch, but I think whatever's in that safe is going to give us what we're looking for."
Multi took the gears, and walked over to the safe. The locking mechanism was missing it's cover, and that exposed spaces for the gears. Multi quickly put them in, and turned the key, unlocking the safe. Inside, he found the missing steering wheel, and rearview mirror. Once the chief attached them, the boys climbed into the car. Narnia collected her cat, and climbed in as well. Then, the chief started splicing the wires together, until he got the car started.
"And away we go!" Coiley shouted.