This update came extremely fast, I probably won't be able to update until next Friday, until then, I will talk to you all later. Please review, someone. Even a flame; that would be nice. It's rather cold in Canada

Allie had never felt more terrified in her life, this included the incident with Sionis. The lights were darkened but she was told to run, she made out most of the building by feeling her way through the darkness, arms outstretched. She bumped into several objects along the way, but she knew she was in an empty warehouse that had been used to hold shipping containers. She could see outlines of shipping crates that had the doors ajar. She couldn't hear anyone behind her, but she couldn't be sure as she was panting heavily and racing through not being stealthy at all. Before she knew it the lights flickered a few more times before blinding her eyes. They clearly had backup generators, and she was in a main room with two upper offices above her. They both had glass windows that would reveal her position, anyone could be in either office and she would have nowhere to go. The only place she could manage to evade the gunfire was behind a few shipping crates. Before she could react to her situation she felt a sudden disturbance in the room. Not knowing how she could tell, she dived out of the way before the bullets starting raining down. She quickly weaved in between the crates, listening in for footsteps.

She didn't have to wait very long until she heard someone laugh a disturbing cackle from the doorway.

"Oh Darling, you just made the biggest mistake of your life."

She heard Morgan's dress shoes hit the floor and walk towards her.

With her heart in her throat, Allie desperately tried not to scream in fear. He didn't know that she wasn't the one who killed Evanna. Of course he didn't know, she didn't even know if she had been seeing things when she heard the distorted voice. All she knew was that the chains were torn from the wall and she had the chance to escape that hell. She didn't know if Shauna was lingering around the warehouse still or if she had retreated back, either way, she had to evade two armed guards.

She carefully edged around the storage crate, holding her breath. Her feet barely made a noise when she circled the metal bin. Allie saw from the corner of her eye that Morgan had his gun drawn and was holding it with a steady hand. He didn't notice her sneak behind him, but before Allie could get away and escape from the double doors she felt a swift smack in the head with another gun.

Allie fell to the ground, clutching her head where she had been hit.

She heard light footsteps circle around her and then was graced with Shauna's nasally voice.

"Morgan! She's right here!"

Dammit, Allie thought, angered that of all people she was caught by, it had to be Shauna.

Allie glanced back up from the concrete floor to Morgan sauntering over like there was all the time in the world.

"Nice job, Shauna," Morgan complimented, inciting a blush from his older companion.

Allie didn't move, she was on her knees, hands behind her head.

This was it, she was going to die in Britain; she always imagined it would probably be in a fast car or a natural death, but no, this time it would be by the hands of a very dysfunctional secret operative squad.

Morgan's eyes glistened with hatred towards Allie, "I'm not sure how you manipulated Evanna and shot her with her own gun, but good riddance. She was a terrible leader, with her constant stream of ethics and procedures. Sometimes, to get the job done you have to go off the books and….complete the mission in an unorthodox way. Surely you understand."

Allie didn't say a word, but Shauna stopped Morgan from directly shooting her. Shauna's hand wrapped around Morgan's wrist and she spoke in a seductive tone.

"Wait, let's torture her together. Come on, it's something we haven't done for a while."

Allie felt like she could throw up. Ew.

"Please kill me first." Allie pleaded mockingly, staring at Morgan who was smirking at Shauna.

Morgan stooped to Allie's eye level, crouching intimidatingly.

"What if I don't want to?" Morgan asked in a child's voice, clearly attempting to be patronizing.

What scared Allie next was his next move, his hand caressed her face tenderly, yet his fingers had the same effect as a spider moving across skin.

Allie cringed and fell back away from his hands, yet he did something even worse than she thought. His hands grasped hers and he pinned her legs with his own in one single move.

This isn't happening, this can't happen, I can't go along with this.

Allie didn't have any time to react, his face leaned into hers and he kissed her determinedly, one of his hands slipped from his previous position and he cupped her jaw, trying to force her mouth open. Eventually he held her nose blocking any oxygen from going through. Allie tried to keep her position firm, but they both knew she needed air. She opened her mouth for a short breath but that's all he needed. His tongue forced her own out of the way and his mouth dominated hers. Allie was beyond petrified.

Trying to gain the upper hand, Allie fought back and pushed herself away from Morgan, screaming bloody murder as he tried to pull her arms back. Shauna was in the background watching with a smirk on her face, she was enjoying the assault.

Allie noticed the guns that were previously drawn were safely tucked away, that could give her an advantage if she could escape Morgan.

Morgan, sensing Allie was distracted, took the time to pull her in closer, and tried to overpower her by laying her on the concrete.

Allison screamed, hoping someone would appear, Morgan looked wiry, but he was stronger than she was.

Suddenly a shot rang out into the air close to Allie's form, clearly a warning shot, it had to be.

Morgan turned around bewildered, yet still excited from his dominance. His eyes were glistening with joy, but soon lost their glow when he realized what had happened.

During the time it took Morgan to pin Allie down, Shauna had been snatched and held in a chokehold. The warning shot had been to capture Morgan's attention.

The figure holding Shauna was dressed in military gear, an all-black jacket with a copied royal insignia and a black domino mask.

His facial features were strong, his height was about 5, 5, a red beret covered his black hair, but an unruly curl was showcased on his forehead.

His stance suggested he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Morgan Bennett, always the perfect gentleman." He taunted in his distorted voice.

Morgan seemed to recognize the soldier because he laughed and brought his gun out rather quickly from the back of his pants. Allie figured he would try and shoot the armed man holding Shauna but even the soldier seemed to be surprised when the gun fired and Shauna was shot in the head.

Shauna fell limp in his arms and the figure in the army gear lost his balance.

The soldier clearly didn't see that coming.

"You've lost your leverage…" Morgan paused to gauge the reaction of his enemy, "Oh don't look so surprised Blythe! Shauna was a terrible lover. You know my track record with women, this one doesn't look like much, but she's a feisty one. I can tell."

Allie nearly threw up when she was grabbed again and shoved into Morgan's side.

The gun was held to her temple and she nearly cried when Morgan's hand started to wander.

The man in the military gear looked disgusted, "I'm warning you Bennett, let her go. She is of no interest to a rogue team. Evanna knew she was blacklisted, along with your team of degenerates. Now you have made my job easier, it's just you I have to deal with."

Morgan considered this for a moment, "What about blondie? What's she to you? Have you been keeping eyes on Elliot's associates, too?"

"She is none of your concern, now let her go, and I won't kill you." Blythe threatened.

Morgan cackled, "Oh, big man. Let me guess, you came here alone didn't you?"

Allie tuned out what they were talking about and focused on how she could get herself out of her current position. She didn't know if she could completely trust Blythe, but she needed to be prepared in case anything happened.

While Morgan turned the gun on Blythe for a few precious seconds, Allie struck out and hit Morgan straight in the face with the heel of her hand. Her fingers were bent back as far as they could go, but she heard a sickening snap when her heel collided with Morgan's nose. The gun fell to the floor and while Morgan was catering to his bloodied and broken nose, Allie grasped the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated his stomach and Allie felt faint, she had shot someone, for the second time in her life. It wasn't anything like the movies. She didn't feel heroic, she just felt sick and dirty.

She stood there, dazed, and staring at Morgan who was smirking with a disgruntled look on his face.

"See? Feisty, Blythe, she's feisty. I like her!" Morgan screamed out, holding his wound.

At this point Allie slowly backed away, she didn't want to kill Morgan; she didn't want his blood on her hands. But, what if he tried something like this again? No, he couldn't live, he had done this before, and he had enjoyed it. A rapist, a murderer, a pedophile. He had to die.

"God, forgive me." Allie muttered before pulling the trigger twice more, once in his heart, and once in his head.

Allie stood at the body before her, and looked at his broken glasses on the floor. They had snapped in half and were bloodied.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her arm, Allie jumped back, frightened of someone touching her again so soon.

The man, Blythe, stood back a few steps, clear concern etched across his features.

He spoke in a hushed tone, "If you hadn't done it, I would have. I'm sorry I didn't come in time to stop him. Are you alright?"

Allie shook her head, tears fell from her face, "Why did they want me here? This isn't like the government to do something so…repulsive. How could they hire people like that?!"

Blythe leaned back, his head and foot resting on the wall behind him.

"Well, love, it's like this: they know who you are, what you have been doing, and they have been tracking you for some time. Please don't play ignorant, because we both know you're much smarter than that. Your father is one of those men who believes it is right to experiment and test new radical theories, we have been dealing with these kinds of men for years. In their eyes there is nothing wrong with twisting human life, until the person is so far gone they can never return. It wasn't just physical, it was psychological as well. I'm like you, I'm trying to stop my brother from continuing his…endeavours; just like you are with your father. The difference is, I'm not forced into finding him." Blythe explained.

Allie couldn't stop staring at the mangled body that left a large blood stain on the concrete, but she forced herself to tear her eyes away from what she had caused.

"My father is Dr. Moon. They mentioned the name Elliot? Is that who you are trying to find?" Allie asked, curiously.

"You're sharper than you look, Abigail-"

"Please don't call me that. I go by Allie now." Allie responded.

Blythe nodded, understandingly, "Allie, this is a dangerous game you're playing. It's much larger than you anticipate. These men are all experimenting and working together, they have shared theories, research, and test subjects. The British government and the American government and countless other European agents are working together to bring these animals to justice. I don't know how you wound up in all of this, but you need to either be more careful or step out now; before it's too late. They can blame me for the death of these imposters, but it's up to you to make the decision to continue."

Blythe's words struck a chord with Allie, they knew all along?

"Wait, the government knows these men and women are breaking all international human rights and are not enforcing the strictest countermeasures? I'm involved because I have to be, don't act like you don't know why. You're supposed to take me in, aren't you? They want to question and detain me, just because I'm related to him. They just happened to get to me first. Let, me tell you, I'm not going with anyone. I'm here to bring my father back to the United States, not to play witch-hunt with some rogue doctors, understand?!" Allie snapped, throwing the gun from her shaking hand, it slid on the floor and the metallic sound echoed throughout the silent warehouse.

Blythe relaxed his stance, "Allison, please. Don't make this harder than it needs to be, we can provide you with help, I promise."

Allison recoiled at the word, "Help?" Allie paused, "I can tell you, the word 'Help' is not in my dictionary right now. Right now I need to find my father, it's November 6th right now, and I'm supposed to find Moon by the 22nd or I am dead. Do you understand?"

Allie continued before he could say anything more, "Right now, Waller has me running wild trying to chase my father down and all you can say is 'help'. If Waller finds out that I've had help she will kill me slowly and painfully."

Blythe couldn't stop himself from interrupting, "What if I told you we could help you break off the nanotechnology on your wrist?"

Allison stopped rubbing her hands together and her eyes perked up at this information.

"How?" Was all she could manage to choke out.

"Well, Allison, you see, our division, the British government that is, traded the technological information for a few reports on American criminals residing here. Pro quid quo, easily explainable, I can get the bracelet off you myself. I just have a favor to ask you, Love."

Allie knew there was a catch, she stopped herself from sighing, "And what's that?"

Blythe smiled, "As you can tell, I'm on my own trying to do the right thing. They'll be looking out for a lone man with my description. They don't know about you. The only ones that do are dead now. The files have been erased on all mainframes and stored in an inaccessible storage facility underground. I'm asking you to accompany me during this international manhunt. We find doctors we arrest them and bring them to the proper authorities. I'm asking because if you pose as my girlfriend or wife it will make it easier to slip past all agents, especially if we changed our appearances. What do you say, your life saved for helping me save mine?"

Allie's eyes widened.

Before she could think it through she spoke loudly, "I'm in."

…

Leith had finally come into contact with Allie, except, not in the way she was anticipating. Leith was currently in her office at Wayne Enterprises scanning through air flight traffic reports and broadcasts that were recorded. She took the flight information down and went through the security video of the airport. It had taken some time, but Leith recognized Allie anywhere.

Allie was smiling to herself looking around the airport, particularly focused on the large windows that allowed for amazing sightseeing.

Leith smiled, at least Allie could enjoy some simple pleasures while on a business trip.

Before Leith could relish in Allie's delight, something concerning caught her eye quickly. A man had purposely collided his baggage into Allie's leg. That was no accident. What concerned Leith more was the fact that he appeared to have previously scanned the area to see if anyone was truly paying attention to them. Biting her lip in anticipation, Leith began to fear her friend had run into the wrong crowd once again.

The man with brown hair and a slim figure was assisting Allie get back to her feet. Leith cringed and almost gasped at the knife that was held to her best friend's back. Before Leith could even react the footage continued to show the lanky figure threaten Allie. It was so subtle, but as Leith looked closer at the two and when she put the footage on freeze-frame she then saw his dark eyes. This man meant business. To Leith's shock Allie hugged the man, only succeeding in limiting her mobility and her chance to escape. They must have had other eyes on her, Allie could take on at least one of them, easily. Leith had no doubt about that.

The footage faded to other pedestrians flooding all gates, and Allie and the man were lost in the ensuing chaos of people. Leith cracked her knuckles angrily, if only Allie had agreed to call her as soon as she landed she could have looked out for her so much better!

"Blais, I swear to God." Leith threatened no one in particular.

Feeling helpless, Leith attempted to find them once again, going through several frames at a time, in all areas. After at least fifteen minutes of searching, Leith struck gold. The parking garage had one decent camera at the exit, she caught sight of the man driving a rather expensive looking Audi, with Allie nowhere to be seen. Feeling slight panic, Leith began to breathe heavier, hoping to God Allie hadn't been unceremoniously killed in an airport parking garage.

Leith captured the license plate of the Audi and continued with her search. Not familiar with the setup of the roads and highways it took Leith a longer time to follow where the car was going. Eventually the footage ended with an abandoned industrial section of the city with worn down warehouses and shut-down factories.

What the hell is here? Leith questioned as she tried to look closer at the screen, squinting at the grainy photos.

Eventually Leith got annoyed with the footage, so she located the coordinates of the industrial sections and cross-referenced the possible factories or warehouses Allison could be held at. After scanning through numerous maps she came across one that was pinned as the most recent factory to shut down. Following her hunch, she tried to hack into the CCTV feed that was throughout the building. If one individual had come across Leith in the spacious office hunched over the screen in the dark, one might think she was pulling off an espionage heist. She was that focused, eyes barely blinking, her black hair framing her face and dropping on the keyboard.

Leith nearly let out a cry of victory when she succeeded in pulling up the footage, she scanned through several of the rooms until her computer began to signal that it had been hacked into.

Leith stopping what she was doing immediately began to secure her connection and hide her tracks. She couldn't be openly involved in this, her whereabouts were not to be known.

Suddenly her phone rang from her pocket. Fishing her phone out of her pocket and fumbling with the keys to answer it, she finally did and answered in a low tone, "Richards."

"Allison is fine." Was the answer to her initial greeting.

"Who is this?!" Leith asked, her voice dangerously darker.

"Oh Lass, stop scowling. Here, speak to your friend."

With a small wave of static, Leith hung to the phone for dear life. After a few tense seconds Allie's voice came rushing through the speaker.

"Leith! I'm fine, I have a lot of explaining to do, but I'm safe!" Allie informed, her voice steady.

"I'm trying to pull up the footage of you in the warehouse; how do I know you're really okay?!" Leith exclaimed, her voice raising slightly.

Leith heard fumbling in the background, suddenly her computer flickered back to life with a live video feed of Allie alive and well.

Allison's hair was disheveled, her eyes slightly widened, her face a lot paler than usual.

Had something happened to her?

Leith looked closer, she appeared to look tired, and in the background it looked like she was in an underground headquarters.

"Where are you?" Leith questioned, praying for Allie's safety.

She saw the figure emerge from the shadows behind Allie. The man was only just taller than Allie, but was muscular and well built. His hair was black and he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black shirt that displayed his physique. However, Leith couldn't see his eyes, he was wearing a domino mask over his nose that ended just above his eyebrows. Leith could see a curl over his forehead, that kind of cowlick would be easily identifiable, Leith realized.

"That's confidential, Lass." Came the voice from the man behind Allie.

Leith felt irritated, she was supposed to be the one helping Allie in her mission, who was this guy?

"Allison? What's happening right now? What's going on?" Leith questioned, knowing something was suspicious.

Allison was hesitant responding, "I can't explain all of it right now. I will get back to you, I promise, Leith. You need to stop contacting me, it's not safe. I found a way to stick it to Waller, believe me, she won't be able to use me at all anymore."

Leith couldn't believe what she was hearing, "And about your father?" Leith asked incredulously.

Allie was quick to respond, "I'm going to find him on my own!"

The man spoke behind her, "We're working together."

Leith deadpanned, "What?!"

…

The connection cut before Leith could make a trace on where the message came from, if only she could retrace and gather an IP address, the only problem was that the call and message ended disconnecting Leith and effectively restarting her personal laptop. She was left sitting in the dark for several minutes trying not to hyperventilate. She was nothing, Allie was doing everything on her own. Why? Why would Allie blatantly say she was working with someone else? What would happen when Waller retaliated? Leith's safety couldn't be guaranteed!

What have you done now, Allison? Leith questioned angrily, closing her laptop with excessive force.

Leith had to sit back and question Allison's motives, what on God's earth was she doing?

Before Leith could vehemently rant to herself a voice spoke from the shadows, "Something on your mind, Ms. Richards?"

Leith didn't scream, in fact she didn't move at all. Her heart was racing, but she forced herself to remain stoic, "There's always something on everyone's mind."

She wheeled herself away from the desk, "I figured we'd meet sooner or later."

Batman stepped away from the shadows, it was so odd how he just blended into the darkness. The mythos surrounding the popular legend was true to the last exaggerated word, apparently.

"Allison has informed me of your past with Cadmus, you seem to have a lot in common."

Leith smoothed out the long sleeves of her shirt, "I left before leadership changed, Allison has always been larger than life. It was only a matter of time until they caught up with her. I know how to stay hidden, something she couldn't do without losing herself in her persona. It seems as though she has changed her plans about assisting Waller, I take it you were in on the live feed?"

"I was the one that kept the connection strong, it seems that you weren't subtle enough, Ms. Richards." Batman retorted.

Leith fired back, "Did you see the footage of the warehouse incident? I just managed to extract it from their database. I was subtle, I may have laid down a red herring for them to follow."

Leith admitted she had gotten caught purposefully so she could extract the footage and information from the computer in the secret HQ.

Batman remained emotionless, a mask of calm, yet under it all, you could tell he was affected by his surroundings. At least most of the time. Leith berated herself for trying to psychoanalyze every move he made. Yet she couldn't help it, it was in her nature to question almost everyone and everything to further her understanding.

Leith ignored his stare and wheeled herself back over to her laptop resting on the desk, after tying her password in, she brought up the video.

They eventually watched it together, Leith in horror, while Batman's face was etched in a firm line, his lips pressed together in a frim line.

Leith knew Allie had lost herself, and Batman knew he had another criminal to catch.