No one's PoV

'How the heck did I end up here?' Tom wondered to himself as he was led through the maze that was the base of Phantom.

In truth, that was rhetorical question. His photographic memory told him exactly what had happened.

Tom looked up as Dan, Keri and Aneisha re-entered the base. They looked in despair. The same way Tom felt.

"I take it, you had no luck in scouting out Phantom." He asked as everyone sat down.

"I don't understand this." Dan said. "What little we have on these people suggests that they are an organised team of killers. But if that's the case then why are they making the mistake of not being in the park to make sure we don't wire anything?"

"I dunno," Tom shrugged. "So, there was nothing there at all?"

"Nothing," Keri told him. "It was a complete waste of time."

"I'm still worried about all those tramps," Aneisha said. Tom turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"The only thing we saw was a ton of tramps." Keri explained. "We think we're missing something, but we don't know what." Tom frowned.

"I thought that the number of homeless people was down this month." He said. "That is weird."

"How did you do?" Dan asked him. "Did you finish the mask?" Tom looked down at his handiwork. The mask mould was still hot from its earlier work. He held up his masterpiece.

"I don't believe it," Dan gasped.

"That's incredible." Keri agreed.

"I'm stunned," Aneisha gaped.

For, in his hand, Tom held a perfect replica of the Prime Minister's head. If you didn't know it was a mask, it would probably look like he was actually holding the PM's head.

Which, coincidentally, was exactly what Frank though when he walked through the lift doors.

"What the heck?" he cried in alarm. "Why do you have the PM's head!" Tom quickly dropped the mask and it flopped to the floor with a slap of the plastic.

"Calm down, Frank," Aneisha soothed. "It's a mask."

"It's fitted with a voice modulator as well." Tom butted in.

"It's part of our plan." Dan added. "Tom's going to dress as the PM with a tracker on him."

"Exactly," Tom nodded. "Wait. WHAT?"

"I'm not talking to you at the minute, Tom," Dan replied. "Anyway, when Phantom take Tom to their lair, we'll be right behind him, be able to rescue him, take down Phantom and even find Zoe, Bryan and their teams."

"Excuse me!" Tom blurted. "Why do I have to be the PM? I thought it was going to be you!" Dan looked at him in exasperation.

"It has to be you," he said. "Because if you're not at the exchange it won't look weird. Neither Keri or Aneisha can do it because, if you haven't noticed, they are girls. You're the only one." His face and tone softened. "Don't worry about this, Buddy. I have the utmost trust in you to full this mission's needs." He smiled warmly.

"That plan is the worst plan I have ever heard." Frank snapped. "Tom could very well get hurt and/or killed. Not to mention, it also puts the PM's sister in massive danger. It will give the impression that we will agree to anything if they have her. There is no way whatsoever, that we are conduction this operation."

"Frank, listen," Aneisha said. "What choice do we have?"

So, here he was. Tied in a chair with a gag in his mouth and his death imminent. He just had to pray that the tracker, injected into his neck would bring his team to his rescue.