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

Chapter Fourteen:

Fred took his keys from his pocket and threw it at the box, ducking afterward. When no explosion came, he stood and gave the a-OK signal, making Pia and Jaz laugh inwardly. Velma stepped towards the box and opened the plastic lid carefully. Inside was nothing more than a rolled up piece of parchment, a big sealed envelope, and several objects of various values. As they Velma was taking note of each item in her notebook, Shaggy noticed something important; the door was locked.

"I'm sorry," A voice sounded over the intercom, "But I have no choice. You will remain in there until a member can escort you out."

Colby crawled through the vents as instructed for several minutes. Behind her, Stacy was clanking along as well. Eventually, they stopped in a side-vent to rest. When they were sure no one could here them, they talked in hushed whispers.

"Who are you?" Stacy asked. Colby thought about how to answer.

"Colby. Colby Marie Corrine Khaos Smith."

"Are you a member or whatever?"

"No, I was kidnapped and brought here, same as you. My turn for questions, were you adopted?"

"Yes, by the DiCenso family. My family. All I know is that my mother and father-"

"Died?" Colby guessed.

"Yes... How did you know?"

"Because they're my parents too."

Inside the metal room of the bank, an investigation was underway. There was no way to escape, so they might as well pour over the evidence and clues thrown their way. Pia picked up the envelope first. She noticed that D.P.P.A.C.M.C.K.J.R.L.S was once again printed there. Opening it, she poured out it's contents on the floor. 39 pictures spilled out. All with writing on the back.

"Damion Andrews," Pia began to read out, "Pamela Lyon, Peter Smith, Andrew Smith, Carmella Carron, Marianna Lopez, Corrine Smith, Kayla Smith, Jareth Cawthorn, Rafael Ricardo, Lucille Smith, and Salazare Carrows. Those are all the names of the people in this picture." She said, holding up the first one, that was identical to the one that featured the same twelve people that was crumpled up in Jaz's pocket.

"D.P.P.A.C.M.C.K.J.R.L.S..." Velma whispered to herself. "They form the initials D.P.P.A.C.M.C.K.J.R.L.S!"

"Read the the back of that one," Fred said, pointing at the picture of a young man, easily Italian or Greek in color.

"Damion Andrews, killed in a car 'Accident.'" Pia picked up the next few, reading them off. "Carmella Carron, poisoned by a red rose placed in her bedroom at midnight. Jareth Cawthorn, said to have 'fallen' from the roof of his apartment building. Rafael Ricardo, found floating dead in Canyon River, Nebraska. Corrine Smith, murdered, stabbed 100 times in the chest over the heart and lungs." Jaz read the rest.

"Kayla Smith, shot in the head through her dining room window. Marianna Lopez, died of mysterious gas-leak in her home in southern Maxico. Salazare Carrows, went missing, body never found, possibly still alive?" Shaggy read the next few. Only 30 left.

"Like, Lucille Smith, survived, lives in Coolsville, Ohio with husband and two children. Changed name to Mary O'Niel. Pamela Lyon Smith, in hiding, said to have died in childbirth. Andrew Smith, agent in hiding, believed to have been assassinated overseas. Peter Smith, assassinated." He picked up a picture of a group of children and flipped it to the back. Velma was still taking notes.

"Children, left-to-right:
Karyon's children:

Stanley Smith's children:

Veronica May
Hazel Anne
Skyler Lynn
Sharon Marie
Jean Jacques

Damion's child:

Roger James

Carmella's children:

Benita "Benny"
Karianna Lynn
Matthew Rikki

Rafael's child:

Enrique

Jareth's children:

Tobias
Carther

"Shaggy," Jaz said shakily, "Count the number of kids please."

"Like, alright." Shaggy took a moment to count. "twelve."