A/N: Thanks once again for all the favorites/follows/reviews. And to Wolfblade170, rest assured that Chloe is absolutely not related to the guy in the prison. Anyway...glad everyone is enjoying the story so far. Now on to the next chapter!

Chapter 9

It had been a week since Kara's attempt at making contact, and they were still no closer to figuring out where she'd been taken. Alex was growing more frustrated by the day. She hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since her 'come to Jesus' with Cat, but was spending more and more time at the abandoned warehouse taking her anger out on the punching bag and/or whoever was crazy enough to spar with her that day. The rest of her time was spent in the 'secret' HQ at Catco – which Cat had granted them all unlimited access to – waiting for one of their hackers to make a breakthrough. Chloe had attempted to trace the phone number, but whoever was on the other end of the line had made it untraceable. Of course, that hadn't deterred the blonde; she'd managed to get some sort of data off of that number and was still in the process of running it down, last time Alex had checked.

The opening of the elevator doors disrupted the ex-agent's train of thought, and she made her way to the office, hoping that maybe something had changed in the time it had taken her to run to Noonan's to grab lunch for everyone. Hands full, she kicked the door with her toe a few times until someone opened up. It was Clark who greeted her, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a black denim jacket over his supersuit (since, according to him, 'Clark Kent' was still back in Metropolis). He took the bags off of her hands and stepped aside to let her in. "Any progress?" she asked, dropping into 'her' seat as the Man of Steel handed out the food.

"Actually, yes," Chloe chimed in. "The info from that phone finally paid off." The blonde's fingers flew over her keyboard, and Alex got up and moved in for a closer look at the screen. "I still can't get a location, but the number is registered to an entity called DEC. No direct connection with the government, but that's not surprising when dealing with black ops. What I did find was a series of supply contracts with dummy corporations. Those dummy corporations are subsidiaries of other dummy corporations, which are subsidiaries of other dummy corporations…."

"The point?"

Chloe frowned, unhappy with the interruption. "Anyway…once you cut through all of the red tape and the seemingly endless paper trails, it all leads back to one person." With an almost theatrical flair, she hit a few last keys to bring up a familiar logo.

"Lord," Alex growled. "I should've known he'd be involved in something like this."

Winn looked a bit confused. "I thought he hated the government."

"He does, but he hates aliens even more. Guessing the government is the lesser of two evils in his mind." She glanced over at Clark. "Care to help with the interrogation?"

"This the guy who made the Red K?" Alex nodded. "Then count me in," he grinned.

"I'll meet you up on the roof." Nodding, Clark wolfed down his meal and sped out of there. Alex had eaten hers at the restaurant while waiting for everyone else's, so she simply pulled out her phone and headed for the stairs, hitting the entry for Lucy Lane. The Major had returned to National City a few days prior, having been alerted to the change in Kara's situation when a Colonel Harper called and said her services were no longer needed (Alex had gotten sidetracked and forgot to call Major Lane herself; otherwise, the lawyer would probably have gotten there sooner). Lucy had had some sort of super-secret meeting with President Marsdin before flying back – a meeting she still held confidential – and had been spending most of the time since her return sequestered at the local JAG office doing research.

"Lane," she answered after the first ring.

"It's Alex. Your cousin found a connection to Max Lord. Clark and I are heading over there now to check it out. You want in?"

"Of course. I'll meet you there. And as your legal counsel, I strongly advise that you not go in without me."

"We'll try to restrain ourselves. See you there." Alex hung up, making her way onto the roof where the Man of Steel waited, still in civilian clothes. "No suit?"

"If Lord knows how to hurt Kryptonians, flashing the 'S' around his building is probably a bad idea."

"Good point. Shall we?" Clark moved in like he was preparing to scoop her up, and she shook her head. "Save the bridal carry for Lois. I'll just hang onto your side like I do with Kara."

"Fair enough," he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her and taking off. They landed several blocks away from Lord Technologies and went the rest of the way on foot. By some stroke of luck, Lucy's car pulled up just as they arrived. She stepped out in full uniform, looking absolutely stunning and making Alex suddenly feel inadequate in her jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket.

"So what's the plan?" the Major asked, crossing her arms as she glanced at the building.

Alex shrugged. "Kind of playing it by ear. I don't have a badge to intimidate security with anymore, so…."

"Kara told me once that Lord had some kind of weird crush on you," Clark chimed in. "Can't we use that to our advantage?"

Silently vowing to have a very long talk with her sister about oversharing, the elder Danvers shook her head. "That fucker poisoned Kara. He's the reason she's in this mess in the first place. There's no way in hell I'm going to let him think, even for a second, that he has a chance with me. The only thing I want to do is wipe that smug little grin right off his face."

"Which is why I'll do the talking," Lucy informed them. "You two can just stand behind me and look intimidating." She glanced at Clark. "No suit?"

"I'm not here as Superman. I'm here as Kara's extremely pissed-off cousin who'd love an excuse to break this guy's face."

"Get in line," Alex muttered.

Lucy sighed. "All the more reason for me to handle things. Last thing you need is to get slapped with a lawsuit…or worse." Shaking her head, the Major pulled out her tablet. "Chloe emailed me all the evidence you guys have on Lord, so I don't think leverage will be an issue. We just need to get a meeting."

The elder Danvers' eyebrow shot up. "And how do you suggest we do that?"

"I don't think it'll be a problem," Major Lane smirked, adjusting her uniform and striding towards the building like she owned it. Alex and Clark glanced at each other before jogging to catch up. When they got there, security was already waving Lucy through. "They're with me," the Major said when the guards tried to stop them. After checking with whoever was on the other end of their radios, security finally waved Alex and Clark through as well.

"Does anyone else think that was a bit too easy?" Alex frowned as the trio stepped into the elevator.

"Maybe," Lucy shrugged. "Seems like he wants us up there. Question is, why?"

The Kryptonian crossed his arms, looking a bit angry as the implications set in. "I'm going in first," he insisted. "No sense putting yourselves in the line of fire if this is a trap."

"And if he has Kryptonite?" Alex shot back, mirroring Clark's stance.

"Then you can take his ass down."

"Gladly."

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Can you two save the posturing until after we figure out what Lord's game is? On the off-chance he actually wants to be helpful, going in guns blazing could scare him off."

"And if he's not feeling helpful?"

"Then you and Clark can play 'bad cop, worse cop' to your hearts' content. Until then, let me talk to Lord." The elevator doors opened, and the lawyer strode out ahead of her cohorts, completely ignoring the Man of Steel's insistence on going first. With no choice but to follow Lucy's lead, Alex and Clark moved to catch up. At the end of the hallway, the Major threw open the doors to Lord's office and walked right in without even a hint of caution.

"Major Lane," Lord smirked, leaning back in his desk chair. "And I see you brought friends. The lovely Agent Danvers and her new pet Kryptonian." A look of shock crossed Clark's features, and Lord's smug grin grew even wider. "Don't look so surprised. Supergirl goes MIA after going on a rampage through the city, Superman shows up, and my favorite DEO agent suddenly has a new best friend? Even that idiot Kent could put that one together." He turned to look at Clark. "So what do I call you when you're not in the suit? I mean, I already know that Supergirl is really Kara Danvers, so it wouldn't be that big a deal to add the man behind the Superman to that list."

Clark glanced at Alex, who shook her head. "Bastard planted a camera on me to spy on us in her loft. That's the only reason he knows anything."

"Really?" he growled, glaring at the billionaire. "The only reason you're not a pile of ashes right now is because Kara wouldn't want me to kill. You can call me Kal, and I suggest you start talking before I change my mind about letting you continue breathing."

Lord shrugged, not looking the least bit intimidated. "You wouldn't break your 'no killing' rule…not for me. Wouldn't want to disappoint that cousin of yours."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Now tell me where she is!"

At that, Lord looked genuinely confused. "What are you talking about?"

Lucy stepped forward, putting her tablet down on the desk and bringing up whatever Chloe had emailed her. "Save the games, Lord. We know you're working with my father on his new project. It's all right there. Help us now, and I'll talk to my friends in the DA's office about letting you do your time at the minimum security facility upstate."

"You're bluffing," Lord frowned. "You have no evidence against me."

"Actually, we have quite a bit." She brought up something else on the tablet. "Six counts of murder, seven counts of kidnapping, illegal human experimentation, at least two attempts on Supergirl's life, and numerous counts of reckless endangerment from that stunt with the Red Kryptonite. Need I go on?"

Lord actually started squirming in his seat, looking much less confident than before. "Any chance that my help could convince you to forget about all of that?"

Lucy shook her head. "As an officer of the court, I cannot ignore such egregious violations of the law. I'm handing all of this over to the DA either way. When I do it…that's up to you. If you don't help us, I'll have you arrested right now and let you take your chances with a jury. And before you bring up your army of lawyers, you should know that there's more than enough evidence for the DA to convict you on all charges."

"And if I cooperate?"

"Like I said, I have a few friends in the DA's office. If you agree to help, I'd be willing to hold off on turning my evidence over, and I would talk to them about that deal I mentioned."

Lord stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking around the desk. "So let me get this straight: I can either roll over for you and end up in minimum security, or refuse and take a chance at an acquittal. Frankly, I'm inclined to roll the dice on this one. I don't think I really belong in prison."

Before anyone could stop her, Alex grabbed Lord by the shirt and slammed him down on the desk. "Kara is the one who doesn't fucking belong in prison!" she snarled. "But you fucking put her there, because you have a fucking god complex and think you're some kind of fucking savior!"

"Whoa," Lord stammered, raising his hands in surrender. "Language. Do you talk like that in front of your sister?"

"As a rule, no. But thanks to your epic fuck-up with the Red K, she's not here. So give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't end you right fucking now!"

The billionaire glanced over at Lucy. "Are you just going to stand there and let her threaten me?"

Major Lane shrugged. "You already said you weren't going to help."

"What about the whole 'officer of the court' thing?"

"True. Which is why, unless you give me a reason not to, I'm going to walk out that door and let Alex and Kal deal with you as they see fit. Give myself plausible deniability in case anyone asks." She made a show of glancing at her watch. "You have about two minutes."

While Lucy watched the clock, Alex pulled out her pocket knife and put the blade to Lord's throat. "Give me an excuse to use this, I'm begging you."

"Okay, okay!" Lord finally yelled, looking as though he might wet himself. "I'll tell you what I can. Just call off your attack dog."

Alex pressed the blade into his flesh, drawing the slightest amount of blood. How dare he talk to her like that! A moment later, strong arms wrapped around her torso and pulled her away. She twisted around to find that Clark was the culprit, and quickly extricated herself from his grip. "I had him!"

"I know. But if you slit his throat now, he won't be able to tell us anything." He turned to Lord, who was now sitting up and rubbing his throat. "Start talking, or I give her another shot."

Lord nodded. "I don't know how much help I'll be. Honestly, I didn't even know Kara was being held prisoner by General Lane until you three brought it up."

"I find that hard to believe," Lucy frowned. "According to the records we found, your companies have been supplying my father's pet project with tech for months now. You're really going to sit there and claim you had no idea where that stuff was going?"

"It's the truth. Everything gets sent to a warehouse outside of Metropolis. Where it goes from there, I have no idea. They're using some kind of stealth technology that's way beyond anything I've seen…on this planet, anyway. Makes the shipments impossible to track beyond that point."

"Wait," Alex chimed in. "You're saying that General Lane is using some kind of alien technology to keep his new prison site hidden?"

"All I know is that even my most advanced tech can't seem to beat it. And my tech is the best on the planet."

"Are you always this humble?"

Lord shrugged. "Just stating a fact. If I can't figure out a way to overcome whatever they're using to shield their location, the only possible explanation is that they've borrowed some tech from our extraterrestrial friends. My guess: Fort Rozz. Nice take down, by the way," he added, winking at Alex. Only Clark's hand on her shoulder kept her from slugging the arrogant billionaire. "The Army had access to the fort's technology right after the crash, so it wouldn't surprise me if they found some way to adapt some of it for their own use. Hell, it's exactly what I would've done if I'd discovered that tech. What better way to protect humanity from hostile aliens than to use their own technology against them?"

"Only now it's being used to keep humanity's best hope locked away, unable to protect anyone." Alex shook her head, glancing back at Clark. "Got anything in that fortress of yours that could help?"

"I'll check with Kalex. If there's a way around Fort Rozz's stealth technology – assuming that it is Fort Rozz's tech we're dealing with – I'm sure it's somewhere in the Kryptonian database. But even if there is, what do we do with it? We still have absolutely no idea where to even start looking."

"Good question," the elder Danvers nodded, pulling out her phone. She hit the recently-added entry for Chloe, then put it on speaker while glaring at the billionaire, silently daring him to move.

"Chloe Sullivan's phone," Winn answered.

"It's Alex. Can I assume you guys are still at CatCo?"

"James is out on assignment, but the rest of us are here. Why?"

"I was hoping you guys could run down some information for me. Lord claims that the tech he's supplying all goes to a warehouse outside Metropolis, but he doesn't know what happens after that because the Army is supposedly using alien tech to conceal their movements." Alex glanced over her shoulder at Lord. "Care to give me an address for that warehouse?" Nodding, the billionaire rattled off the information, and Alex returned her attention to the phone. "You get all that?"

"Sure did," she heard Chloe respond. "Give us a few minutes to see if our friend's story checks out."

"Take your time. We're not going anywhere."

Several minutes later, Chloe's voice came back over the speaker. "Okay, found the warehouse. When was the last shipment sent?"

"Last Monday," Lord supplied.

"Okay." They could hear Chloe's fingers flying over her keyboard. A few more minutes passed before she spoke again. "I hacked into Mr. Lord's satellite over Metropolis and looked at the data over the past week. There is a visual of a Lord Technologies van dropping off the shipment, and a day or so later it picks up an Army vehicle stopping at the warehouse. The shipment is loaded, and the vehicle seems to disappear just after it pulls away. I've run every scan the satellite has available, and there's nothing. I don't know if it's alien technology that they're using, but as advanced as the Lord Tech satellite is, I can't imagine that much else could defeat it. Seems Uncle Sam likes to play hardball."

Lucy nodded. "No surprise there. Once my father sets his mind to something, he'll do whatever it takes to see it completed. Even if it means using technology from the aliens he claims to hate." The lawyer sighed. "Anyone have any ideas on how to find a place that the military is so desperately trying to keep hidden?"

"I-I might," Winn spoke up. "Though it's probably a bit insane."

"Insane is better than nothing," Alex assured him. "What's your idea?"

"Get someone on the inside. I mean, we'd have to figure out some way to track that person despite the insanely advanced stealth tech, and having some sort of visual or audio in there would be super-helpful…. Anyway, it seems like the only way anyone is going to even get close to Kara is if they get arrested by the DEO and sent there."

"Winn, that's brilliant! Not sure how we'll pull it off, but it's definitely the best plan I've heard."

"Technically the only plan," Clark chimed in. "I'll do it."

Alex shook her head. "No way."

"The DEO only deals with aliens and metahumans. I'm the only one who can pull it off."

"And what happens to the rest of the world? With Supergirl out of commission, the world can't afford to lose Superman as well. Sorry, but I refuse to let you offer yourself up to the General."

"I could—"

"No!" Alex and Clark said in unison, cutting Chloe off.

"I know you want to help, Chlo," Clark continued. "But it's too risky. I can't let you put yourself in that kind of danger."

"Besides," Alex added, "we have no idea how they have things set up in there. There's no guarantee that metahumans are held anywhere near the Kryptonians."

Clark frowned. "Which is exactly why I should be the one going in. I'm a Kryptonian, so I'd have the best chance of getting close to where Kara is."

"And what if they have the Kryptonians separated by gender? A female Kryptonian would be our best bet."

"And where exactly are we going to find one of those?"

"Perhaps I can offer a solution," Lord spoke up. "Project Prometheus."

"Wasn't that a Luthorcorp project?" Clark asked.

Lord shrugged. "I acquired that division a few years back. Project had been mothballed…seems Lex couldn't figure out how to get it working. No surprise, given how crude and outdated the tech is. We can do so much more with nanotechnology now than when he came up with the idea."

"If you're done bragging," Alex growled, "would you mind telling us exactly how this Project Prometheus can get us a female Kryptonian?"

"The original Project Prometheus was designed to give a human the strength, speed, and invulnerability of a Kryptonian, but the process was crude and would've been quite painful for the subject had it ever been tested. Prometheus 2.0, in theory, would be able to make the subject effectively Kryptonian via a combination of nanites and actual Kryptonian blood. The nanites would be able to reprogram the human cells to match those of the Kryptonian blood sample."

"First off, exactly how long have you been sitting on this technology? And second, if it does what you say, why haven't you tried it on yourself? Don't you want the power to fight the alien threat you claim exists?"

Lord shook his head. "I acquired the subsidiary a while back, but only started really looking at the tech after what happened with Bizarro. And, believe it or not, I haven't tested it yet because I'm concerned about the ethical implications of giving a human that much power."

"Really?" Alex said, eyebrow raised. "You didn't seem to have that problem when you murdered six helpless girls trying to create a Supergirl clone."

"Let's just say that the Red K incident made me realize just how much damage someone without Supergirl's usual restraint could do with those abilities. I'm not even sure I trust myself with them, to be honest."

Clark snorted. "More like you don't want to be the first test subject in case something goes wrong."

"Believe what you want. I'm not trying to play you, I swear." Lord moved over to his computer. A few keystrokes later, he was tossing Alex a thumb drive. "There's everything I have on Prometheus 2.0. You can have your hackers go through it if you don't trust what I'm saying. I'll wait."

Alex tossed the thumb drive to Lucy, who stuck it into her tablet and started typing. "Just emailed everything to Chloe," the lawyer informed them a moment later.

"Got it," Chloe's voice confirmed from the phone speaker. They heard only the sounds of typing for several minutes before she spoke up again. "I'd have to do a much more thorough analysis to be absolutely sure, but from what I'm seeing Lord does seem to be telling the truth. Only he forgot to mention that the process is irreversible."

"Really?" the elder Danvers growled, stalking over to the billionaire. Lord backpedaled to the wall, raising his hands in surrender.

"So one or two little details may have slipped my mind. Does it really matter?"

Alex fell silent for a moment as she pondered the question. Assuming Lord's tech worked as claimed, could they really ask someone to make such a drastic and irrevocable change for Kara's sake? Kara would certainly veto the idea. Still, there was only one possible answer as far as the ex-agent was concerned. "No, it doesn't," she finally responded. "I'll do it." At that, the room seemed to erupt as everyone but Lord started wondering if Alex had lost her mind. She let them go on for a minute or so before sticking her fingers in her mouth and whistling, which brought the yelling to a halt. "Look, I get how crazy it sounds. Which is why I'm not asking anyone else to do this. But if there's even a chance to help Kara, I have to take it, no matter the consequences. Besides," she added, "out of everyone here I have the best chance of pulling this off. I know more about Krypton than anyone except, perhaps, my mother. I'm almost fluent in the language, I understand the culture…." She shook her head. "I'm doing this either way, but I'd really appreciate whatever support you guys can give me. Stronger together, right?" The others – minus Lord – echoed the phrase, and a moment later Clark pulled her aside.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" he whispered. "If it works, there won't be any way to go back. Once we've rescued Kara, you'll have to live a double life the way she and I do. Are you certain you're ready for that?"

Alex nodded. "I have to be. Kara needs me, Kal. Maybe Kalex can come up with some means of defeating the stealth tech, but we'll still need someone on the inside to find Kara and deal with whatever they're using to suppress her abilities. If that means becoming like the two of you, so be it. I already live something of a double life working for the DEO and keeping Kara's secret. Adding another one won't be a big deal."

"Alright. If you're sure, then I'm with you 100%. Whatever you need."

"Thanks," she smiled before turning her attention back to Lord. "Here's how this is going to work, jackass. You're going to hand Prometheus 2.0 over to me. And I mean all of it. Research, prototypes…everything. You're going to give me and my friends unlimited access to your labs, and you're going to stay the fuck out of our way."

Lord shook his head. "You're going to need my help. I know this tech better than anyone."

"I'm a bioengineer," Alex shot back. "I think I can figure it out. And I have a trio of computer geniuses to back me up if I get stuck. If I'm going to put something into my body, then I'm going to be in full control of what that something is. There's no fucking way I'm letting the lunatic behind Bizarro have anything to do with it. Am I making myself clear?"

Lord crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall as he defiantly met Alex's gaze. "And what if I don't want to just hand you the keys to my kingdom? This is still my company, and Prometheus 2.0 is my project."

"Let's put it this way," Lucy chimed in. "The more helpful you are, the longer I'll be willing to sit on that evidence we've compiled. Of course, you could always help us from prison Hannibal Lecter-style. Do you think they really use those masks with the metal bars?" she added, winking at Alex and Clark.

"Alright, alright," Lord grumbled. "The project is yours. Mi lab es su lab. I suppose you'll be wanting my collection of Kryptonian blood samples as well?"

Alex frowned. "Collection?" The billionaire opened his mouth to respond, and she quickly raised a hand to cut him off. "Show me," she ordered.

"This way," he sighed, moving over to the bookshelf on the far wall. He pulled on one of the books, and a moment later the wall swung open to reveal a secret passage. Gesturing for them to follow, he turned and disappeared inside it. Alex and Clark headed after him, while Lucy elected to remain in the office. Several hallways and flights of stairs later, they found themselves entering a laboratory of some kind. Lord opened up a refrigeration unit and pulled out a tray filled with vials of blood. "The Army took these over a week ago. Same time they moved the prisoners, I'm guessing. And, for whatever reason, they sent them to me for processing. Not that I'm complaining," he added, only to fall silent at Alex and Clark's matching glares. "They're labeled with some kind of serial number. I haven't had time to start any sort of analysis. And this is only one tray. There are several more in that refrigerator. You guys are welcome to all of them if it'll keep me out of prison."

The elder Danvers shook her head. "Nothing will keep you from prison, Lord. But, as Major Lane promised, your help will delay the trip for at least a little while." She picked up one of the vials to examine the label. There was a letter, followed by 4 numbers. She recognized the numerical sequence as a DEO prisoner number, though she couldn't remember whose it was. The letter, however, was a mystery. Returning the vial to its spot, she went through several more at random. Each one had the same sort of code, and she was no closer to working out the significance of the letter. Then she picked up one with the label 'K5259.' 'Kara.' The ones next to it had the same number, so Alex grabbed them all. "Do you have any sort of small transport container for these?"

"Sure. Why?"

"Not your business. Just hand it over." Nodding, Lord gave her what looked like a thermos, only it contained some sort of internal cooling system. She placed the vials containing Kara's blood inside the container and sealed it before handing it to Clark. "Guard that with your life."

"Of course," he nodded, putting the container inside his jacket. Alex continued looking through the remaining samples in the tray. Based on how Kara's samples were labeled, she worked out that the letter was related to the species of alien it came from, with 'K' obviously referring to Kryptonians. She turned to Lord.

"I want all of the samples with the letter 'K' on the label to be sent to whatever lab you're giving us for Prometheus 2.0. And you're going to destroy the rest. Same goes for any new samples the Army might send you going forward."

"You can't ask me to do that!" Lord protested. "Think of what we could learn from studying those samples!"

"Have you forgotten the part where we're putting you out of the genetics business? You can keep playing with your high-tech toys while we're working on this project, but you're done playing god. So do what I said, or I'll have Lucy hand all of that evidence to the DA right now." The billionaire stared at her for a moment before finally nodding, clearly realizing he was beaten. Barely suppressing a triumphant grin, she turned back to Clark. "Kal, why don't you head over to your fortress…see if you can find some way to beat whatever stealth tech the Army's using. And ask Lucy to send Chloe, Winn and Vas…Susan…over here. In the meantime, our new 'friend' is going to show me the lab he's setting aside for our new project. Isn't that right, Max?"

"Of course," he replied, plastering on a clearly fake grin. Alex knew he was probably already plotting some kind of revenge, but she also knew he wouldn't try anything so long as they kept the threat of prison hanging over his head.

Clark frowned. "Are you sure you're going to be alright down here with him…alone?"

"Lord's not dumb enough to try and take me on right now. I'll be fine."

"Alright," the Man of Steel nodded, not looking too convinced. "If you need me, you know how to get in touch." He super-sped back up the passage, and Alex turned back to Lord.

"Shall we?" the billionaire asked, opening up yet another passage.

Alex gestured to the passage, making sure Lord got a good look at the Smith & Wesson .38 revolver holstered at her side. "After you."

Looking somewhat intimidated, Lord headed in first, and Alex entered right behind him. "You do realize that this project is going to take time to even get close to usable, right?" he said, after several moments of silence.

"Of course. But the sooner we get started, the sooner I get my sister back."

TBC (See you Wednesday!)