They made their way to the cargo hold, the team in silence, still stunned by the apparent betrayal of Stealth and Grunt. What did they really know about them? Flint wondered. They were assigned to the team by Scarlett, he thought, but why?

He was having a hard time focusing, knowing he only had himself to blame for that. Well, that and "Bond", he thought, glaring at the man walking ahead of him. He'd barely had time to pull himself together, waking up only when they were under attack. It had sobered him pretty quickly, though. He just wished the pounding in his head would go away. Something important had happened last night, but he couldn't remember what.

"Where is she?" growled Alexander, growing impatient with the game. He looked around the room, taking in all the crates, his eyes narrowed.

Grunt looked at Alexander and shrugged. "In one of the crates, but I'm not sure which one. They stuffed her in it during the attack. I overheard them yelling at her."

Alexander growled impatiently. "Start searching!" he yelled to the group as a whole. He held on to Mary. "Open every damned crate in this room until she's found!"

He looked at his guards. "Well?" he demanded.

"Sir, we thought that you would want us to…"

"I WANT you to search!"

The guards and 8 team members began to open each crate in the room. Finally, only one remained, and everyone gathered around it, glancing over at Alexander.

He sighed dramatically. "Must I do everything?" Waving his gun, he ordered it opened.

Everyone's breath held as the lid was pried open by his guards, using the butt of their weapons.

Everyone leaned forward, peering into the box. Collum's face remained blank, although he was worried about his cousin – both his cousins, he amended, glancing over at Mary. Her face was pale, but she seemed fine, for now. He wasn't sure what would happen when Alexander realized Lady Jaye was alive and well.

Finally, the lid swung fully open, clattering on the floor.

"Well?" roared Alexander as everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

The guards looked confused, glancing from one to the other. "There's nobody there!" one declared. "It's empty!"

Alexander pushed Mary away from him, letting her fall to the floor, as he turned to Grunt and Stealth, enraged. "What the…."

He made a strangled cry, stumbling forward, mid-sentence. The three guards rushed to him as he steadied himself.

Suddenly, the three guards collapsed as well.

Grunt and Stealth had their weapons trained on Alexander and the fallen guards, a silencer on each end. A black clad figure had leaped from the doorway and was now standing behind Alexander, pulling a knife out of his back, pushing him down to his knees.

"How does it feel now, cousin?" mocked the figure, grabbing him by his hair and forcing his head up, rubbing the cold steel of the knife across his throat.