Hola amigos! So, I have homework to do, and I thought I should update before I actually do anything productive. So, here we go.

REVIEW REPLIES:

-Barely a Brunette
Totally. I'm on a roll here. And thanks for the review!

-topyeah19
Heh, told a few people they would be surprised. :D Thanks for the review. :D

-mozzi-girl
Totally. And I actually thought of this twist myself. I'm so proud. :D I also thank you for the comment on interesting plots. And about Hal...*shrug* if he's relating to Mal in a way...then you decide. ;D That, and this chapter will answer that.

Ooh, I was so excited, squealing even. They're inches away and I tap the screen, fan-girling like heck, and then...DARPA...I was soooooo peeved off. That whole week I couldn't stop talking about it, so, my friends abandoned me to have me cool down a bit. I'm better now, but still...

Thanks for the review!

-A bit of a nerd
I always love hearing from you! And yeah, I am starting to consider that, but then again...I can't put down my iPod half of the time. :) And everyone keeps talking about tumblr. I feel totally out of it. What is it?

That's it for the reviews today. Anyway, before you read, I want to share a rather odd experience.

I was reading in my history/social studies test book when I saw a familiar name. Mikhail. Russian dude from Volume 2...Ring any bells? I've been having C.O.D coincidences all day, and that was probably the highlight.

That's enough from me. I need to work on my homework now.

Before I leave, though, I want to announce that I am working on A bit of a nerd's video request and I will be starting But I Have Promises To Keep's video next. (I already know what I'm going to do. I think you'll like it.) Just oughta let ya'll know.

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I knew I was on a plane for a couple of minutes, but the rest of my senses were dulled. The brute who stood over me...No, not Hal...had bandaged up my side to keep me from bleeding out. How nice. At least he didn't stab me...

Okay, I understand the power of true love. It makes you do crazy stuff, and while it was totally unacceptable for Hal to stab me, he was doing it to save 'Sarah', who I guessed was his wife. Unless she was cheating on him...Like he did to me. Jerk.

I'm over-reacting once more. You see, I thought I could trust Hal, but apparently, I'm like a monkey when it comes to trust. I mean, look at my first husband...my choice in friends...my chief's choice in partners. Honestly, I wished my parents were still alive. They would be able to set me straight.

When the plane ride stopped, I was taken into a dark...Prison, I want to say. It was all cement with metal bars separating each cell. Who knew a girl in a wheelchair with health conditions could capture this many people.

"...by her uncle...family reunion...death..." was what I heard from Hal as the guard carried me along. I wanted so much to call him names, to kick him where it counts...to call Nick on him...but I was imprisoned before I managed to utter a word.

Next thing I knew, I was ambushed by a friendly man. I couldn't see straight, but I knew who this was.

"Kai?" I asked and he smiled.

"Natalia! You're okay," he said and tried to hug me, but I cried out. "Scratch that. Nat, what happened?"

"False trust," I growled. "My partner turned on me."

Kai frowned. "Where is he, I'll..." he made a fist and that's when I stopped him.

"Kai...what happened to your hand?"

Apparently, this was a touchy subject. He refrained from hiding it, seeing as the damage was already done. He flexed his metallic arm and it squeaked feebly. "Carli Collins..." he replied coldly. "She's pure evil now, Nat. Just like her sister."

"Apparently, she abducted Hal's wife and in order to save her, he had to turn me in," I muttered and sighed heavily.

"Your mother had the same trait going for her," Kai grumbled. "We even had to take her off the case. She was upset, almost beat your father up for it, but it was for a good cause. Genevieve killed that day, and in the end, took her own life. But the thing was, Genevieve wanted your mom to be a killer, her right-hand woman. And now...Genevieve's sister wants you for some reason."

"I really wish Mom and Dad were alive," I growled, "because obviously, they know more than me about crazy old women."

Hal's .

I walked beside the guard. I still couldn't believe what I had done, the bloody knife still in my hand. Why couldn't I let go of it? It was like a part of me. No, I thought angrily. You are not going down that road again! You're not a killer! Nat's still alive and that's all that matters. And I'm getting Sarah back! That's even better. You still win, Hal.

I was pushed into a darker room filled with computers, testing tubes, etc...All of which resembled a normal crime lab. A wheelchair was in the middle, however, and the person in it was making potions and such, laughing with glee each time a puff of smoke came out. Now I'm not one to judge, but I think she was getting high.

"Ms. Collins," the guard grunted. The woman in the chair stopped playing around and flipped to meet our gaze. I had seen her before, but each time I saw her, I thought of Genevieve.

"Hal! My sweet, sweet accomplice," she said, her voice feeble and high.

"I'm not your accomplice," I barked in my normal accent; American. Yes, the whole British Accent was a scam to make my story more believable. However, I've been using the accent for nearly ten years now, so I wasn't only lying to Natalia. "Where's Sarah?"

"Who?" the old woman asked, smirking slightly.

"My wife," I growled, clenching my fists.

"Ah, her."

"What did you do to Sarah!" I instantly accused, lunging towards her, but the guard pulled me back. I squirmed in his arms, ready to kill if I needed to. After all, the blade was still in my grip.

"Hal, Hal, Hal," Carli sighed, smiling, "you're so naïve. Do you think that I would actually keep my promise? I'm evil. I'm the bad guy."

"Tell me what happened to my wife!" I hissed, my squirming decreased. "Please, just tell me she's okay. I don't care if I have to die, just let her live."

"Juan, take our little star agent to the morgue," Carli instructed.

"Morgue?" I gasped. "No! You sick bi..."

"Now, now, Agent Talon. Cursing in my lair is prohibited," she said, and she followed us to a colder, darker, more painful room. A man who looked pained, desperate, and ready to welcome death, looked up at us from his desk. "Hello, Ms. Collins," he greeted gravely. "What can I do for you today?"

"Is Mrs. Talon ready for burial?" Carli asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. She's in the fifth cart on row 2A. Have a good day."

Carli nodded and wheeled past rows and rows of coffins. I didn't like this one bit. This area was too eerie, too...depressing.

"Aha! Here we go," Carli called and the guard rolled out the body. My heart collapsed of all hope. There, in her favorite dress, with her golden curly hair, red lipstick, and faint smile, was my Sarah. I fell to my knees, the knife clattering to the floor.

"You killed her?" I asked, ignoring the tears streaming down my cheeks. "You killed Sarah?"

"I had to," Carli grumbled, "she wouldn't take the concoction."

"You promised me you wouldn't hurt her," I hissed, the adrenaline now coming to play. I retrieved my knife and stood up quickly. "You promised."

"Promises are made to be broken, Hal," she whispered. Before I could even swing, I was forced into a headlock, amusing Carli. "Juan, take him to the cells. I'm sure Natalia would love to see him again."

No...If it was anything I didn't want to do right now, it was see Natalia. Even if she was incapacitated, that wouldn't hold her back from doing...Unmentionable things.