Standing in the main hall which seemed about the same size as the Tower's rec room, Jake's ears heard, "It always seems bigger on the inside then on the outside," causing Jake to notice Rath staring at a coat of arms on a wall between two sets of stairs

Jake waited along with Alpha team for further orders. Nothing. Rath continued staring at the Spenser family crest. Peering at the Alpha team, Jake sighed. This was starting to be bull shit.

Covering, his mouth, "Ah hum."

No response.

Stepping closer, "Ah hum."

Same results.

Standing besides Rath, "Ah hum."

"For someone with a healing factor, you're coming down with a bad fake cold."

"What is our next step?"

"Check the upstairs," he said without moving his attention from the crest, "Understand Colonial?"

"Yes, sir," answered the team leader.

Footsteps following the stairs upwards echoed through the hallway, but Rath didn't notice. He pressed the family crest. Nothing happened.

"Guess that only does happen in the movies" he thought.

"Sir," crackled into Rath's ear.

"Yes, Captain?"

"A door appeared behind the fridge."

"Really? Stand still I'm heading to your location."

"Don't underestimate the power of movies," he thought heading towards the kitchen, "unlike a certain six star general with a fake cold."

Even though the team leader suggested they split into two member team to search the second floor, Jake went alone. He needed to calm down. Rath's disrespect towards him was digging at him. His head needed to get clear. How came Raven didn't mention she had a child friend? He thought she grew up alone until meeting the Titans.

Something squished under his feet breaking his thought train. Studying the red carpet, he noticed discoloration. Bright red bordering with dark red. Touching the dark red, it was wet to his fingers. Sniffing, he caught the hint of bleach.

Following the wet carpet, he came to a door. Something clear flowed from under the door.

Unholstering his gun, he slowly turned the door knob. It was unlocked allowing him to push with it open. Sweeping the room with his eyes, no danger was detected. Water splashed with each step as he made his way towards source of the water. .

Opening the door, he discovered a bathtub overflowing with brown water. Keeping his gun sight on the brown water, he made his way towards the bathtub faucets. Turning the water flow off, he couldn't find the chain to drain plug.

"Fuck," escaped from his lips.

His left hand slowly followed the smooth surface of the tub through the water surface. The smooth surface turned to bumpy. It felt round. It seemed some lever pulled up was sticking from round object. Pushing the lever down, his ears caught the sound of the draining process beginning.

The outline of a body appeared as the water lowered. Sensing no magic, he leaned close to it. Decomposition of the body seemed it dead before hitting the water. The eyes lids sprung opened revealing yellow eyes.

Jerking back with assistance from the wet tile, Jake fell onto the floor. The impact caused his gun jump out of his hand. The slick surface prevented him from getting to his feet. Scrambling towards his gun proved just as difficult. Help

Its shrieking ended as its head blew up and a huge hole appeared in its chest. Orange flames burst from its chest turning it into ash before landing back in the tub.

"One in the head. One in the chest."

The colonel helped Jake to his feet.

"Thanks," said Jake holstering his gun.

"You're not the first dumb ass I've saved, sir."

"What kind of ammo?" asked Jake.

"Silver blessed incinerating bullets are standard. Guarantee to keep the dead, dead," pushing a red button on his wrist gauntlet, "Found a zombie, sir. Yes, the bullets worked. Yes, sir, I'll rely the message," clicking his headset off, "We're to search for four masks. One with no eyes. One with no mouth. One with no face. And one with no nose."

"And he didn't tell you why we needed them?"

"No, sir. Ironic couple years back I was hunting immortals, now I'm taking orders from them."

Lightening brightened up the dark clouds. Rain struck the exterior of Concord Air 239 while inside, a blonde stewardess finished her round of checking on the passengers of business class. She headed towards the kitchen that separated business from couch.

Two other stewardesses joined her, brunette and light skin African-American.

"How's things back there?" asked the blonde to the brunette.

"Oh, its fine, Emily. Slow. It's only a quarter full."

"Same up in business class especially since I don't have to deal with that red head."

"What red head?" asked Emily.

"Better tell her, Meg," said the light skin woman, "She'll eventually find out."

"Fine, Stacy. There's a red head with the mouth of a Marine."

"Sitting next to a really cute guy," added Stacy, "Wished I met him in Paris."

"Hear anything about the weather front, Emily?" asked Meg.

"Changing the subject, are we?" teased Stacy.

"Well, wished it hit before we left Paris."

"Haven't checked with Ray and Randy," said Emily.

"Be careful Emily or Randy will want you to handle his flight control," said Meg.

"Be professional, Meg. Hope, we just make it to Chicago so I can sleep."

"Just like in Paris."

"Surprised you got any sleep."

"Not with Paris at night. Zee Champs Elysees, zee clubs, zee mademoiselles."

"I was busy catching up on sleep. Now, if you, ladies, will excuse me, I've got some work to do."

"Okay."

"That's a hint."

"Yaah!"

"Aye, aye," replied Meg leaving with Stacy.

Filling two form cups with coffee, Emily followed the spiral stairs towards the cockpit while salt and pepper hair man with a bald spot was having spirited conversation with a dark hair spectacled man in front of the wide screen of first class.

"Lucas, you need to calm down," the salt and pepper haired man said to the glasses wearing man.

Grabbing the balding man's shirt, "No, you're not listening, Rogers. We could lose Kelly, and I won't let that happen. Do you underst…"

Grabbing Lucas's left arm, "Would you calm down?" said the bald, goatee man.

Turning, he smiled while looking if anyone was watching which no one was.

"You're making a scene here. Now, I told you, I'll bring Kelly out of stasis when we have a controlled environment, not before."

"We all know this is highly unorthodox…"

"Unorthodox, Rogers?"

"You know goddamn well she would've died if we hadn't intervened," said the goatee man turning to Rogers, "Now, were we able to reach our friend?"

"Crackhorn made all the arrangements for transport. We'll see him in Rockford."

"Rockford?" said Lucas, "Thought we had a lab setup in Gary?"

"Our files been hacked," replied Bennett.

"We're running out of time!"

"There have always been risks, think of good we're doing bringing back loved ones," said Rogers, "The sacrifices we made."

"Kelly knew the risks going into this," said Bennett.

"That's easy for you to say, Bennett. That's not your wife down there, is it? Is it!"

"Shh. Calm down. Sit down," motioning towards an empty seat, "Sit down. Come on."

Lucas sat down.

"That's it," said Bennett leaning towards Lucas's right ear, "Now listen, I know how you feel. I really do. But do you, for one minute, think I don't know what's at stake here? My entire company depends on the success of this project and I'm less concerned about losing one life then I'm of saving thousands. So shut the fuck up and get back to your seat because this subject is closed for good. Are we clear on this, doctor?"

"We're clear," said Lucas, "Now excuse me."

Pushing Bennett away, Lucas got up and headed towards the liquor cart.

"He's not gonna let this go," said Rogers.

"Don't worry about it. Dr. Thorp will not be leaving Chicago at least not with us at any rate."