A/N: In this chapter you'll find out what's up with Denis, where the henchmen and Brent are and parts of what the main section of the League is dealing with.

"AHHHHH!"

Denis sat upright and gasping for air he looked around the room. He wasn't on Main Street or in some cold basement. He was in the guest bedroom at Flint and Sam's house. Everything that he had just experienced from leaving Sam's house, to getting yelled at by Tim and to whatever happened on Main Street had all been a nightmare. He pressed his hand to his chest and breathed in deeply. His heart was going crazy.

But he never had such a clear, realistic dream. Normally he didn't dream about things like that. What kind of dream was that anyway? He never dreamed of Marie, and let alone Albert. And Injected Angelica? Never. Sighing, he lay back in his bed and turned his head to glance at the digital clock on his night table. It was 1:00 in the morning.

"Denis? Are you okay?" Sam poked her head into the room.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just fine." Denis took in a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. Now he was afraid to go back to sleep. What if he returned to his nightmare? But they couldn't hurt him if he was dreaming. It's just a stupid dream. He told himself and his eyelids closed once again.

xxx

Flint knew that the only way he was going to get out of this place, was if he tried each door. But there were a lot of doors in the place and John had said that the place was pretty big. Like John had said, it was best if he stuck to the main foyer.

Biting his lip, he came over to one of the doors in the foyer and tried the doorknob. It opened easily. Afraid of what was inside; he poked his head through the doorway and looked into the room. The room was dimly lit and was about the same size as the room his and Angelica's cell was in. There was nothing in the room, as in no furniture. There were only four figures asleep at the back. Since the room was so dimly lit, Flint didn't exactly see who the people were. The back of the room was all shadows.

Walking into the room and closing the door behind himself, he walked over to the four people. These were probably part of the League too. It was probably the 'Injected' team, since Richard still hadn't got his 'Undead' one yet. But if these four people were really injected, then Flint would probably never make it out of the room.

"Uh, hello?" Flint whispered and stood a few feet away from the group.

"Hello?" came a voice back.

Gulping, Flint approached the voice and sat down not too far from the people. The person, who had answered him, sat up and rubbed his eyes. When Flint saw him, he grinned.

"Reg!" Flint gasped.

"Flint? W-what's going on? Where am I?" Reg sat up and arched his back to crack it, then sat upright and blinked at Flint.

"I'll tell you once everyone's awake. Who else is here?" Flint glanced at the other people.

"Um, that's Jag, Brent and Esto." Reg told him as he looked next to him. Then he nudged Jag as hard as he could. Screaming out in surprise, Jag bolted up. His eyes were wide. When he saw Reg and Flint looking at him, he relaxed.

"Geez, Jag. You scream like a girl." Reg rolled his eyes. Jag frowned. But when he looked at Flint, he cracked up laughing.

"Where are your pants?" Jag laughed.

Blowing out a sigh, Flint figured they weren't Injected. If they had been, Jag wouldn't be laughing about his boxers.

"Long story." Flint told him.

Still grinning, Jag nodded and then poked Esto; who was lying on the floor in an awkward position. Flint remembered that Angelica and Denis had found his wheelchair in Esto's room. Feeling bad for the guy, Flint wondered who they'll get Esto out of here if his legs didn't work. I hate Richard's guts even more now. Why would he take Esto without his wheelchair? That's just cruel! Flint watched Esto.

Blinking his eyes, Esto sat up, but cringed in pain. Gasping he looked around the room and then his eyes grew even wider. He was looking for his wheelchair. And probably wondered where he was. Slowly, Esto turned to look at Flint. His eyes grew even wider and Flint could've sworn he saw a single tear trickle down Esto's cheek.

"Where am I?" he whispered.

"Wake Brent and Flint promised he'll explain." Jag told him.

Esto leaned sideways and punched Brent in the side. But Brent continued to snore. Esto punched him harder. Brent continued to snore—even louder.

"Oh for good sake!" Jag groaned and tried to get up.

But he couldn't his legs wouldn't work. Flint saw a bracelet wrapped tightly around his ankle.

"It won't work. Just crawl over to him." Flint told him.

Jag opened his mouth to ask why, but remembered that Flint would explain everything later and crawled over to Brent. With all his might, he punched Brent in his side. Even after that, Brent didn't wake up. He just sleepily scratched his side and muttered something sleepily under his breath.

Grumbling something under his breath, Jag leaned in and screamed into Brent's ear.

"YOU IDIOT! WAKE UP!" Jag shouted.

Groggily, Brent sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he yawned greatly and looked around at everyone else in the room.

"Good morning." He stretched and smiled.

"I don't think its morning." Reg told him.

"Where are we?" Brent suddenly asked. Now he seemed fully awake and was slowly coming to his senses.

Now it's time to explain everything to them. I'll start with going to Angelica's lab that night and finish to what happened earlier today. Flint thought to himself. Taking in a deep, concentrated breath, he cleared his throat. Then he began.

As he told them about Angelica's lab, Jag and Brent were the only ones laughing when he told them about Denis and the Shape-Shifter. Reg and Esto just listened with wide eyes and open laws. When he moved on to the morning when Angelica left, Esto frowned and hung his head. Flint noticed that after the accident in Japan, Esto became very emotional. And much quieter. He used to be the boss of Reg and Jag, but now it seemed like Reg was taking leadership. Plus he had taken up painting. All his paintings were beautiful and to Esto they held some hidden message.

When Flint told them about going into Brent's house, Brent leaned in a bit. Once Flint told them about the strange noises, Brent seemed scared. It had been his house after all.

"I'm moving in with you and Sam." Brent told Flint and hugged his knees to his chest.

Next came the difficult part. Flint had to tell them about everything that happened starting from when he and Angelica woke up in the cell and to how Angelica asked for his belt. In between he had stumbled a bit when he told them everything he knew so far about the League of TUIP.

"I'm speechless." Reg shook his head when Flint finished.

"Same. Next time I see either Shelbourne, I'll pummel him till he begs for mercy." Jag boasted.

"You will not! Whenever you see Albert Shelbourne you freak out!" Reg snorted.

"I do NOT! And I WILL hit him next time I see him!" Jag crossed his arms over his chest.

"No you won't." Reg shook his head.

"Yes I will." Jag raised his chin.

"No you won't."

"Yes I will."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"OH MY GOD! SHELBOURNE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!" Reg screamed and pointed behind Jag.

"AHHHH! Where? I'll do anything, just don't hurt me!" Jag screamed and spun around.

Reg began laughing so hard that he fell back. Jag realized that Shelbourne wasn't really there and glared at Reg. Then he realized that Reg knew that he really would freak out if Shelbourne was in the room. Jag pouted and Flint, Brent and Esto began to laugh too. When the laughing died down, Reg sat up and glanced at Flint. The question was: what now?

xxx

The sound of shoes tapping against the polished floor was one of the things that were heard in the room. Other than that, there was the sound of fingers drumming against the tabletop, humming and someone eating a sandwich.

It was the main meeting room and Albert Shelbourne had walked into the room an hour ago. After that, no one said anything. John was humming, Richard was drumming his fingers, Albert was tapping his foot and Angelica was eating a sandwich made of ham, cheese, tomato and lettuce. The lettuce was making the crunching.

After Richard had injected her, she had fainted for an hour and woke up asking for food. Richard had ordered Albert to go make her a sandwich. While Albert was off preparing her food, she was sent off to take a shower and change. Even if she was injected, she refused to wear a dark blue trench coat. Instead she wore a clean white one. She wanted to wear a lab coat, but Richard didn't have any, so the white trench coat was the closest he had gotten to one.

"You guys are the most pathetic group of people I've ever met." Richard stopped drumming his fingers.

Crunch!

Angelica looked up at him in mid-bite. Then she slammed her sandwich on her plate and rose to her feet. Richard motioned for her to sit, but she refused. Albert tried to pull her arm so that she'll back into her chair, but she ripped her arm out of his grip and ended up smacking him in the face. She didn't even react to that. He winced and leaned back in his chair.

"We have to do something. Now I'll explain our plan a bit later, but right now I've got something important to show you." Richard explained to his small group. He knew that he'd rather not return to the whole most-pathetic-group idea or Angelica would snap and then she'd end up getting someone hurt. She already seemed frazzled by that.

"And what would that be?" Albert asked and watched Angelica get out of the table and began to pace across the room with her shoes clacking hard against the floor.

"Well, about 17 years ago when you showed me the Immortality Liquid, Youth Ray, Mind-Reader Patches and Burner Gloves you had stolen, you had also brought me something else. I took it of course." Richard told Albert.

When Angelica heard her inventions being mentioned she froze, nodded to herself and continued pacing.

"What would that be?" Albert snapped and got up in his seat. John got up too in order to see better.

An evil grin spread across Richard's face and he pulled out a metal tube out from inside of his trench coat. He opened the lid at the top of the tube and tilted the tube so that a slightly yellowed rolled piece of giant poster paper came out. Still smiling, he spread the paper on the table and held it at both sides.

The piece of paper was much bigger than it looked. As everyone bit Angelica looked at it, they tried to see what it was. There was a bunch of squares and numbers and detailed diagrams all over the paper. All this was drawn over a beautifully hand-drawn map. At the top of the paper was the title: Lockdown for Swallow Falls.

"What is that supposed to mean?" John whispered and ran his hand over some of the diagrams.

"I haven't got a clue. But did you see who made this?" Richard jabbed his finger at the initials under the title. It said: Made, Designed, Drawn, Tested by: A.R.O and F.L.

"So? A.R.O stands for Angelica Rita Oreant." John blinked at Richard.

But Richard said he knew that. He was wondering about the 'F.L.'

"I only know that Flint Lockwood carries around those initials. But 17 years ago, Flint was only a 7 year old! Any other suggestions?" Richard looked from Albert to John.

From where Angelica was, she seemed to hear everything that they were talking about. Quickly, she hurried over and shoved Richard aside to get a good look at what they were looking at. When she saw, her eyes widened and she gripped both sides of the paper.

"Fran Lockwood. Flint's mother." Angelica told them.

"So can you tell us what this means and what it is?" Albert raised an eyebrow at her.

But she didn't answer. Instead she traced her finger over the diagrams, which she drawn with her best friend ages ago. Suddenly her injected emotions were being shoved aside by her lost memories.

She remembered why they had drawn this, and when. It had been after Flint and Marie had been born. This was serious. This wasn't the type of map you'd draw as a 5 year old and pretend to go hunting for treasure. The title pretty much said it all. But there was still a lot behind it.