Hey guys!... I know that I've been away for a long time, and I apologize for the cliffhanger. But I needed a break, and then I was unmotivated for the longest time, and then school started stressing me out beyond belief. I found these chapters on my computer, and decided that you all deserved an update.

These chapters don't have that... *feel* I was hoping for, but I hope it isn't too bad. Enjoy the three chapter bonus! :-)

Sam-

They had ended up going out to dinner, all four of them, and it was the best fun that Sam had had with her friends in a long time. Her heart alight with joy, she went home. Getting into bed, she fell asleep, having forgotten her strange dreams.

She'd run into the alley, yelled "Stop, in the name of the law!" and got wrapped in the arms of a mystery man.. The mystery man/villain seemed to be trying to tell her something, but the words wouldn't come out right.

He seemed to give up, before grabbing her hand. His was in a white glove, and suddenly, she and the obscured gentleman were in a ballroom. In the heavily polished floor, she saw her reflection. A green ballgown and blonde tresses stared back at her.

The man took her green gloved hand, and twirled her around the room. Sam knew that even though she hadn't danced with this man, next should be the invasion.

That wasn't what happened. Her mystery partner fell to his knees, clutching his chest. His heart seemed to fall out, and he held it out to her. The ballroom was suddenly empty but for them, and she was in a pink dress, her hair it's natural red.

Her hand naturally reached out, and grabbed the heart without thinking. Before she knew it, the ballroom started to fade, and she grabbed his hand.

They were in what vaguely resembled WOOHP, but it seemed... strange. He pulled her through the hall, and although she couldn't hear his voice, he seemed to be saying

"We need to get out of here!" They were on the roof, going towards the plane. Chains rose through the roof's concrete, wrapping themselves around his wrists. He was being pulled down, and Sam couldn't save him.

She woke up with a faint sheen of sweat on her forehead. Breathing heavily, Sam went to her bathroom, standing in front of the sink. That was the third time she had this crazy dream, and she had no idea what it was supposed to mean. Only that it had to be important.

Mandy-

She ran along the rooftop, hopping onto another one. This weird sense of freedom was something she was enjoying. Her custom-made purple spysuit provided a sense of safety as she ran.

The people in the WOOHP training center were nice, no one asking about her scar, even though they probably wanted to know.

Strangely enough, she easily learned the hard beginner's exercises... Like she had done them before... that was ridiculous. She strived to get better in training, hoping to be able to go on a real mission.

Little did she know her first real mission was about to happen. She heard voices, and stopped before her next jump.

"I told you Bry, I'm not letting you borrow money anymore."

"Wrong answer, Andy." The buff man punched the other, ginger haired one, in the eye. "How about now, Andy? Gonna give me some money now?"

"No. I told you Brian. I'm not giving you money to go off and get on drugs and alcohol anymore!" The ginger-haired, or 'Andy', seemed to realize that he wasn't going to win against 'Brian', and yet refused him anyways.

"Wrong answer!" Brian pushed Andy into an alley wall, beating into him, until his victim moaned in pain. Brian was about to push his head into a pile of glass, when her voice stopped him. Having ziplined down with her cable belt, Mandy stood behind him.

"Stop! Leave him alone!" She said, her violet eyes staring straight into his drunk blue ones.

"Don't tell me what to do, and this is none of your business lady!"

"It is when you're beating down an innocent guy for something that isn't yours."

"Yeah, how about I beat you down? What do you think, Andy? Cripple a bystander because you won't give me my money?" This was what broke the ginger-haired better than the abuse.

"N-No s-stop. I'll give you the ATM code, just don't touch her." Brian turned his attention away from her, and she used it to her advantage like the WOOHP people had said. She looped her leg around his, and he toppled, narrowly missing the pile of glass he had intended for his victim.

"Run!" She called out to him.

"I can't, my leg is broken!" Brian stood back up, angrier than ever.

"Now you're really going to get it!" He swung, sending a punch towards her. She barely moved out of the way in time. She got a few punches in before one of his met her nose. She fell, the awful crunch sound burned into her memory.

"Don't let the attacker get completely on top of you, then it's all over. Use your surroundings and your strengths. The second you let yourself feel weak, it's all over."

The instructor's words rang in her ears, and she desperately looked for weapons. She knee'd him the last second possible, but he pinned her legs down. She pressed her cable belt, sending it to attach to the rooftop. She swung upwards, him holding her leg, intent on pulling her down. She spun, causing line tension, before kicking her legs out. As the cable unspun to release the tension, she got in a good kick to his face.

Dropping back to the ground, Mandy grabbed a broken beer bottle. Cringing at what she had to do next, she smacked it into the back of his head. Brian fell, only the steady rhythm of his breathing indicating his survival.

She turned back to the victim, noticing that his eyes were beginning to close. His breathing had begun to slow as well.

"Stay awake! Please! You need to stay awake until the ambulance gets here!" She pulled out her compact, and called WOOHP. They immediately dispatched two vehicles. In less than five minutes, a black car had pulled up. Reluctantly leaving him behind, Mandy climbed into the car.

Parking on the opposite side of the street, she was able to see the ambulance arrive, rushing the unresponding victim and attacker to the hospital. As the black car pulled away, Mandy remembered those eyes, where she knew them from, and felt a pang. This anonymous act was better than an apology anyways. Let him hate her, she deserved it.