"Get out!"

Ryan, Jack, and Tubs jumped out of the van. Seconds later, the grenade exploded, sending the van into burning pieces.

Ryan lay on the cold pavement, curled up in the fetal position. His heart was pounding. He was crying like a baby.

"Camryn, Camryn, Camryn," he sobbed. He couldn't believe it. He gripped his head with his hands. "Oh God, Camryn…" He screamed out at the top of his lungs. "CAMRYN!!!!!"

Tubs and Jack pulled Ryan to his feet, but he just fell to his knees again.

"Ryan! Let's go!" Jack yelled.

"Oh God, no…Camryn…no…" Ryan ranted, shaking and sobbing.

"Ryan!" Jack yelled again. He punched Ryan hard in the face. "What's wrong with you?!"

"I'm not Mikhail Sokolov…"

"What's up with you?!" Tubs demanded.

"I'm Ryan Albright. I'm Ryan Albright. I'm-"

"We know who you are, damnit!" Jack shouted angrily.

"CAMRYN!!!!! I'M SO SORRY!!!!" Ryan screamed into the night.

Tubs could tell there was something very wrong. He knelt down by his friend.

"Get up, you dumbass!" Jack ordered.

"Shut it, Jack," Tubs said. He laid his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Ryan, what happened? What's going on?"

"I killed her, oh God, I killed her," Ryan ranted. "Oh my God…"

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"Camryn…she was back at the base. We left her behind."

"What do you mean we left her behind? She just jumped out of the van with Alex."

"God, I'm terrible father. CAMRYN!!!!!!"

Tubs grabbed Ryan's head and forced him to look into Tubs' eyes. Ryan's silver eyes were wild with fear.

"Ryan, tell me what happened."

"I killed Camryn."

"What?"

"The girl who just jumped out of the van – the girl with Alex – that's not Camryn."

It was hot – so hot. It literally felt like hell. Camryn heard fire roaring around her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Immediately, smoke stung her eyes. She began coughing. She struggled to her feet. She was in Darya's room. Oh God, Darya…

Camryn raced out of the room, dodging the burning remains of the house. She found Darya lying in a pool of blood on the kitchen floor. There was a bullet wound in the middle of her forehead. Camryn sank to her knees beside the dead girl.

When Camryn saw the invaders fight with her dad, Tubs, and Jack, she ran to Darya's room to get her out. That was when she was knocked out. She had tried to save Darya. But she couldn't. Darya was dead. Camryn cradled the dead girl's head in her arms. She touched her cold cheek. The touch shocked her. Camryn dropped the girl and stood up, backing away. She knelt down again and unbuttoned Darya's shirt. Camryn sat back and put her head in her hands.

"Flesh mask…" she muttered. She didn't bother to take it off. She was afraid to see the real face beneath the mask.

Camryn looked up again. There was a switchblade lying by Darya's open hand. She picked up the knife and examined it. It was clean. She closed the blade and stuck in her pocket. She examined the dead girl's pockets. Camryn pulled a cell phone out of the girl's jeans. She held it in the light and examined it. It was Camryn's phone. What was this girl doing with Camryn's phone?

Suddenly, another explosion rocked the house. Camryn ran out of the house into the freezing cold night. The van was gone. Camryn dialed a number into her phone.

"Daisuke, I need help."

"Camryn, what's going on?" Alex asked for the fourth time.

"Alex! Just shut up! I'm trying to think!"

Alex shone his flashlight on Camryn's face.

"What's gotten into you?!" he demanded.

Camryn sighed. "Sorry. I'm just freaked out right now."

"Whatever…"

Camryn kept her eyes forward as she walked through the cold street. Alex studied her face carefully. What was going on with her? Suddenly, Alex caught a hint of olive in Camryn's eyes.

"Oh God…" Alex breathed. She had fooled him.

"That wasn't Camryn," Ryan croaked.

"Who was that girl then?" Tubs asked.

"Darya."

"What did you say, Alex?"

Alex hit the girl over the head as hard as he could with his flashlight. She fell to the street unconscious. Alex dragged the girl into the trees at the side of the road. He propped her up against a tree. He felt at the base of her neck and found what he was looking for. Alex ripped off the flesh mask.

"Darya…" Alex muttered. He took off his belt and strapped Darya to the tree. He dug through Darya's pocket and found a cell phone. Alex took out his own cell phone and pulled out the battery. He threw both the phone and the battery into the woods. He picked up his duffel bag and Jack's messenger bag and headed back out to the road. Alex flipped open Darya's phone and dialed.

"Hey, sorry to call you so late, Smithers. I need help."

Camryn waited in the lawn of the burning house to stay warm. She lost track of time as she sat in the cold snow. Then, a black Hummer pulled up in front of the house. Daisuke stepped out of the passenger side and ran to Camryn. Camryn stood up.

"You're lucky I was in the area," Daisuke said, taking off his jacket and draping it over Camryn's shoulders. "What are you doing out here?"

"Well, the house is kind of fire," Camryn chuckled.

"I mean, what are you doing in Chechnya?"

"I was kidnapped."

"What?! By who?!"

"Adrian Vygotsky, but he's dead now. My dad saved me."

"Wait, I thought your dad was dead."

"I thought so too. Look, it's a long story."

"Alright. Get in the car. You can tell me on the way out of here."

Camryn and Daisuke climbed into the back of the Hummer.

"Akira, let's go." The Hummer rolled away from the burning house. "Okay, Camryn, tell me what happened."

Camryn explained about how she was kidnapped, then saved by her father. She told Daisuke about Alex coming to Russia to save her. She explained about Yassen's set up. She told him about Darya and the attack.

"Why did you call me?" Daisuke asked.

"You were the only person I could call."

"Right, you expect me to believe that?"

"What?"

"You have Alex. Why do you need me?"

"Are you still upset about that?"

Daisuke didn't answer.

Camryn sighed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have called you. That was a mistake."

Daisuke laid his hand on Camryn's arm. "No, I'll help you." Then he lowered his voice so that only Camryn could hear him. "You know I'll do anything for you."

"Damnit!" Alex swore. He couldn't remember Camryn's cell phone number. He had tried countless numbers, but none of them were right. Alex sat down on the side of the road. He checked the time. About two hours had passed since he had called Smithers. Just then, a red SUV stopped in front of Alex. Smithers poked his head out the window.

"Aren't you cold, boy?"

Alex smiled and stood up. He climbed into the SUV. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I was already on my way up when I called you. I guessed that you might need some help. Besides, didn't I tell you that I have my ways of getting to places?"

"Yeah, you did."

"What's in that messenger bag?"

Alex shrugged. He told Smithers all about the attack on the base and Darya faking to be Camryn. "So this is some stuff from the base, I guess."

"I'll have to have a look at that."

"Just wondering, won't MI6 be looking for you?"

"Yes, but I scrambled the code on my phone so I can't be tracked. So anyway, what do we do first?"

"I'm not sure. Why don't we find a place to stop? I haven't slept at all."

"Ah, Camryn kept you up, did she?"

"Smithers!"

"Sorry."