Missy closed the video chat window as her employer—her real employer, not the idiots running the MSEA—disconnected. Her fingers drummed against the surface of the desk as she thought about what she should do next. Her orders were clear; find out what she could about the MSEA and how to destroy them and report her findings back to… Come to think of it, she didn't even know her employer's real name. Missy always called her the Anonymous. Whenever they spoke in video chat, the Anonymous's features were hidden by shadow. All of Missy's paychecks and assignments were delivered to her through a third party. When Missy had asked why, the Anonymous had simply said, "I have a reputation to uphold." Missy knew better than to question her any further.

There was a fairly easy way to track down an exterminator, in case they got into mortal peril and needed to be bailed out, but it took a while to work, and Missy couldn't afford to have Gigi catch her. The MSEA didn't like teenage girls much and they liked spies even less. If they knew what Missy was up to…

Missy shuddered at the thought.

She opened the door a crack and peeked down the hallway. No one but two of the security guards, Mark and Bree, was in sight. They were on duty, and weren't likely to let someone as insignificant as an intern like Missy distract them from the task at hand. She slipped back inside and made her way over to the Supercomputer, and pulled up the tracking program.

ExterminatorTracker6000_program_feature:track

Maynard, October Harper

ID: 789

A map of the various universes appeared on the screen. The Supercomputer beeped and whirred as the grid zoomed in on one of the oldest universes in existence—Greek mythology.

"I didn't even know there was a goddess of sparkles…" said Brandon as he and the team trekked around ancient Athens. They were in clothes appropriate for the time and place, but they still drew attention. Probably because only Charlie knew any Ancient Greek. (Why, exactly, she knew Ancient Greek went unexplained.)

"There wasn't," said Hermione. "Not before Sapphire got here."

"I wish we were in the Percy Jackson universe," said Aphrodite (who had already been called disrespectful for having the name that she did). "Then we could enlist the help of some of the demigods, who, y'know, speak English."

"Yeah, but then we'd be plagued with monsters," said Charlie. "Either way, this is gonna suck."

"I wish I knew what you were talking about," muttered Ginny.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians," Charlie explained. "Book series. Read it."

"Where do you suppose Sapphire is now?" asked Harry.

"Since she's a goddess now, I'm guessing Mount Olympus," said Brandon, "but who knows?"

"Adams," said October, turning to the girl, "do you have a tracking spell we could use?"

"Maybe. We'd have to find someplace out of the way to cast it. The last thing we need is to get struck with a lightning bolt or something."

"He's Zeus," Hermione said. "Do you honestly think we can hide from the ruler of Mount Olympus?"

"No, but we can have fun trying!"

"…that wasn't fun at all!"

"Oh, come on, boss, it wasn't that bad…"

"We got struck by lightning!"

"Reviving Harry didn't take too long."

"It took us six hours!"

"It could've been worse," Aphrodite insisted.

October massaged her forehead. "We've been at this all day, we still haven't tracked down Sapphire, we're in a time period where electricity isn't available, no one here speaks English but us, Sapphire has become the goddess of sparkles, and the king of the gods went Matilda on our asses and tried to smite us."

"…okay, when you put it like that, it does sound pretty bad…"

Harry, who still had a migraine, groaned and said, "Any idea where she is?"

Aphrodite shook her head. "I can't get a signal on my tracker and I'm not about to risk using magic again."

"Well… shit," said Charlie.

"Language," October droned, though she didn't sound as annoyed as she usually did when she chided Charlie's poor conduct. Instead, she just sounded exhausted.

"Sorry, boss."

Ron, who was lying face down in the grass, groaned, "I'm too tired to move. Can we just sleep here?"

Examining her transporter, October said, "I think we have just enough battery power to get home. You guys can stay at HQ in the intern dorms."

"Thank you," said Luna. Her blonde hair was still singed at the ends.

"The things I go through to get rid of people who annoy me," Draco muttered.

"Amen, brother," Aphrodite agreed.

October sighed. "Adams, can you use magic just to communicate with Monroe? She needs to know we're headed back."

"Fine, but if I get smited, you get none of my stuff."

"Fair enough."

"Can I have your CDs?" Charlie asked.

Aphrodite ignored her coworker, and instead recited a communication spell. Gigi's face appeared in a silver ball of light that floated above them. She wasn't in the HQ like she usually was. Instead, she was outside, and her face was pale and worried.

"Monroe," said October, "we need you to get to the transporter room. We're headed home and we need to discuss—"

"October," Gigi interrupted, "I can't do that. There is no transporter room anymore—no HQ anymore—no MSEA anymore."

"What're you talking about?"

"Something's happened. The HQ caught on fire. Only one out of six people made it out. At—at least a hundred people are dead… a good chunk of them are still unaccounted for… I don't know who did it… The guards did everything they could to save everyone, but the fire spread too quickly. We th-think it was arson. Inside job… Someone broke into the security system and destroyed the tapes, so we can't… I—I'm sorry."

And that, children, is how you make up for a late update!

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