AN: The four individuals named Colby, Stan, Pia, and Jaz, are real. I only own the story plot. So yea, enjoy.

Chapter Twelve:

"Are you sure? It's a good hour away from here to the Swiss International Bank." Pia informed them after she had been awoken to join them on the venture.

"It's no problem," Fred said as they all walked down the drive, "The Mystery Machine will get us there in no time!"

"Like, no time is right Fred!" Shaggy yelled from the passenger side window. "We're all out of gas!" Fred allowed a pout to appear on his face for a moment.

"We can take one of the trains out into the city, the bank is in Duesseldorf after all." Jazz offered. "And the station's only a few blocks away."

"Yea, but we have no money to use on the train." Pia reminded her.

"Like, it's cool, I'll pay your way." Shaggy offered beginning to lead the way down the side-walk. Until that is, he remembered something important. "Like, anyone know the way to the Swiss International Bank?"

Pia smiled and shook her head slightly before leading the way in the opposite direction.

"Like, I was just testing!" He yelled as he ran after them.


The next moment that Stacy was awake, a loud firing of gun-shots erupted from the hall, punishing her eardrums. She sat up groggily and rubbed at her eyes furiously, trying to remove the glowing haze around her vision that made everything spin in odd directions. When the haze had only worsened from her rubbing, she gave up and tried standing. She stumbled and her mind erupted in pain from a newly discovered migraine. The door to the room banged open and she heard rushed footsteps and the scraping of metal as the only chair in the room was lodged underneath the door-knob.

Her vision was slowly clearing and she could see the silhouette of a young girl talking to a tall man. They were whispering rapidly to each other. She'd backed herself in the corner of the room when the girl had gasped and turned towards her. Now that her vision had cleared enough to separate the haze of colors around her, she noticed that the girl was not the one from before and was now stepping towards her lightly with a cup of steaming something in her hand from the counter.

"Here, drink this." She said quietly, handing the mug to Stacy. "Trust me, it'll help." Stacy took a sniff of the contents. Tea. She took a reluctant sip and felt slightly better, causing her to gulp it down quickly. Her pain and dizziness almost immediately subdued.

"Can you tell me something?" The girl asked. Stacy nodded. "Are you Stacy Lynne Smith?"

"My name is Stacy Lynne, but no Smith, sorry." The girl in front of her was looking at her almost disbelievingly. She looked like she was forming another question when the man stepped over.

"Sorry to break up this little reunion you got going on here, but that chair won't hold forever and we need an escape route." The girl nodded and began looking around.

"The vent!" She said, pointing to the narrow passage above the counters.

"I think it's just big enough, come on kiddo." The man took Stacy's hand and led her to the counter. "Climb up and tear off the ventilation cover, it's more important you get out first. Crawl through a few feet and wait for us to climb in after you. Got it kid?" Stacy nodded shakily as she heard more gun-shots aimed at their door. The man handed her a screw-driver. She climbed on top of the counter and began to unscrew the bolts on the vent cover. She lifted it off as the screws fell to the floor.