A/N: Thank you, fritzen, for your review. I'm glad you're still reading and piecing this together. I hope this chapter answers even more. There are only 2 more chapters after this... brace yourself. Enjoy!

Quinn entered the observation room, wiping his bloodied hands on a towel as his dark eyes lifted to Wyatt. "Get Tenley," he ordered. "Have her fix the woman up."

Wyatt was about to retort when his eyes landed on Agent Christopher. When she nodded, he sighed, leaving the room to find the doctor.

Quinn turned his gaze to Lucy. "How are ye faring?"

Lucy felt queasy but nodded. "I'll manage."

"So," Agent Christopher began, bringing Quinn's attention back to her, "you managed to get the location of both bases. What now?"

"Don't ye worry about that," he told her. "I'll handle that when the time comes."

"Why you?" Agent Christopher asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can send squads in - "

"And have them go to their deaths?" Quinn retorted. "Haven't ye killed enough of yer people?"

Feeling like it was a low blow, Agent Christopher gritted her teeth as her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval over his remark. Before she could say anything, Flynn spoke for the first time since the interrogation and torture began, "And what would you do?"

Quinn glanced over his shoulder. "What ye can't."

"Which is?" Flynn pushed as he stood to his feet.

"Leave the bases to me," he reiterated. "We need to figure out what to do about Poppy and Reynolds."

"Why do I get the feeling you already have a plan?" Flynn countered. "Like you've had one this entire time?"

Quinn's lips twitched as he suppressed a knowing smile. "Anything's possible."

The door to the interrogation room opened, redirecting their attention to watch Tenley enter with her arms full of supplies, Wyatt closed the door behind them. Wyatt remained at the door, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. Poppy's head lifted to see the doctor enter but sneered at her, averting her gaze.

Cautiously, Tenley neared the battered woman, setting her things on the table to pull a pair of purple latex gloves on. The moment she began cleaning up the woman's facial lacerations, she heard Poppy mutter through swollen lips, "I don't get it."

Tenley's brows drew together as she paused her work. "Don't get what?"

"What's so special about you…" Poppy remarked. Tenley paused her work to blink at the bruised and bloodied woman before her. When Poppy lifted her gaze, she smirked. "Oh, I see…"

"See what?" Tenley asked.

"You've started to figure it out…" Poppy stated, a bloody smile widening on her expression. "Haven't you?"

Tenley blinked at the woman. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Poppy chortled. "Of course you do...I see it on your face as plain as day…"

A knock landed on the door to the interrogation room causing Wyatt to push off the door to open it and Quinn stepped inside. Poppy leaned back in her chair to put distance between the two as Quinn approached. He placed his hand on Tenley's shoulder. "Grab yer things and come with me."

Tenley's eyes never left Poppy's. "What about her?"

"She can wait," he told her. "Hurry up now."

"Yes," Poppy taunted with a sadistic grin. "Hurry up...time is running out for you…" she laughed maniacally as she watched the doctor scoop up her things to follow Quinn and Wyatt out of the room.

Quinn escorted her back to the observation room. Tenley dumped her supplies onto the table as she turned to look at him. "What was that all about?" she asked. Wyatt cocked his head at Quinn, waiting for his answer.

Quinn held her worried gaze with one of his own. "Rufus thinks he's figured it out," he told both of them. "Everyone's gathering in the control room."

The team gathered in the control room, spread out before Rufus's and Jiya's board of drawings. Rowan seemed uncomfortable about something but remained silent. Quinn eyed his brother for a moment before turning his gaze to Tenley. He could see something weighing on her as he started to piece things together within his mind.

Rufus asked, "Are we all here?" his eyes darted around the room to take a mental headcount. When he was satisfied, he clapped his hands together. "Great. Now...ready for this?" He saw the frustrated glances from the team and nodded once. "Right...okay...so…" he motioned to the board of images, "Jiya and I have been busy trying to piece together some of these drawings we found in Poppy's room."

Jiya nodded, motioning to Tenley. "With the help of Tenley, we were able to identify some of the ones we didn't recognize," she explained, pointing to the two from earlier. "There were a few that were quite easy to place because we've been there or spoken to the people in the picture...but we'd appreciate it if you could look at some of these here," she motioned to the '?' section, "to see if anything seems familiar."

"What difference does it make?" Wyatt asked, motioning over to the board. "None of that matters now, does it?" He turned to Quinn, opening his mouth to speak when Rufus continued.

"Doesn't matter?" he repeated. "Aren't you the least bit curious?" He turned back to the board. "Look here," he pointed to a picture, "do you recognize her?"

Wyatt blinked at the portrait of a young woman with big bright eyes, her hair bundled into a neat bun at the top of her head with her lace collar lifted high up her neck. "Not really."

"That's Hazel Drew," Lucy commented, eyes wide with shock.

Rufus nodded. "It is... and do you remember…" he pushed a couple of pictures aside to show another, "this one?"

The image he pointed to was of another beautiful woman. In this portrait, the woman had darker hair but the face was practically the same. There was a delicate script underneath that read 'Beautiful Cigar Girl'.

Wyatt blinked at the image, unimpressed. "It's the same girl…We already know this..."

Rufus nodded. "Poe said she was murdered, right?" he glanced over to the others, "but she went missing for a time - because...?" he held his hand out for someone to answer.

Wyatt inhaled deeply. "Because she was due for a premature...something?"

"Premature delivery," Lucy confirmed, eyes locked onto the picture. "Why are there drawings of - "

Jiya threw her hands up to stop Lucy. "There's more!" she turned to another drawing, bringing everyone's attention to it. The image was of a large ship in the harbor, where several girls were being auctioned off. Lucy shuddered at the memory. "Crinoline was code for girls back in this time, but!" she held a finger in the air for emphasis, "scouring through some of the images, we found this one," she pulled out a detailed drawing of an invoice from that time, "we were able to read it and it looks like Reynolds knew there were girls on board who were 'visionaries'..."

"Visionaries," Wyatt repeated. "That's what Rachel Wall said George was…"

Jiya nodded. "Apparently, visionaries are people like me and Poe and - "

"So, what does that have to do with anything?" Wyatt interrupted, not following.

"We think," Rufus began, motioning between him and Jiya, "that Reynolds was trying to procure an army of visionaries."

"Army of visionaries…" Wyatt repeated, drawing out the syllables. He cast a look of doubt at the two.

Rufus waved the comment aside. "I know how it sounds but…" he pointed to a list of names on the board, "we already know about some of these visionaries. Some were killed," he shot Flynn a remorseful glance as he continued, "others were taken from home in hopes that they'd cooperate."

"Poe wasn't taken - "

"His wife was," Jiya remarked. "Poe dedicated his life to tracking down what happened to her and this Hazel Drew - and her child."

"Child?" Wyatt repeated. "I thought she got an abortion?"

Rufus shook his head. "That's what we assumed," he confirmed. "We were able to dig up some information Poe left behind for us regarding what he discovered about that murder."

"What he left behind?" Wyatt repeated, struggling to keep up with the madness.

"The Mystery of Marie Roget," Lucy gasped. "The book he wrote that murder about…"

Rufus nodded as Jiya beamed with pride that people were following along - at least, Lucy anyway. Jiya stated, "He was present at the autopsy of her body and she had delivered naturally," she glanced at the team, "the baby was born and we think Reynolds took it with him in hopes that it was a visionary."

"How would he even know who was a visionary or not?" Wyatt asked, confused.

"Genetics," the two said simultaneously. They shared a brief chuckle before turning back to the confused, yet captivated team.

Rufus explained, "There would appear to be a specific gene associated with those able to be visionaries," he motioned to the list behind him, "According to what we've been able to learn, it's more common for the XX gene to carry the active mutation necessary but in order to produce an active visionary, the XY gene has to be carrying the dormant one - "

"English, please?" Wyatt complained, pinching the bridge to his nose.

Tenley muttered, "Reynolds has the inactive gene and has been searching for a woman with the active gene to procure offspring who can see the future."

Wyatt mumbled back, "Thanks." He lifted his gaze to Rufus and asked, "Why didn't you just say that?"

"So," Mason began, interrupting the potential fight on their hands, "Reynolds simply wants to have someone who can see the future?"

"I think that was part of his plan," Rufus said with a shrug, "but something changed...I'm not sure what…"

"Do we know where this kid disappeared to?" Agent Christopher asked. When she saw the blank stares at the question, she reiterated, "The one Hazel Drew had?"

Rufus snapped his fingers before saying, "That's a bit of a mystery, actually," he turned to the board again, "the kid was taken by Reynolds but no more is known outside of that."

"Poppy might know," Flynn suggested. When all eyes turned to him, he added, "She is his sister, after all."

Wyatt scoffed. "She claims to be, anyway," he muttered.

"Before we go back to 'suggesting' Poppy provides us with more information," Agent Christopher started, "I think we should discuss what we've learned from her so far…"

Quinn stood against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest as the room turned to look at him for answers. He inhaled deeply as he admitted, "She's proven more than helpful - "

Wyatt muttered, "Yeah, after hours of being pummeled - "

"I don't remember ye stepping up to stop it - "

"Stop fighting!" Lucy shouted over the two, surprising the room. "Focus, please!"

After a brief pause, Quinn continued, "She's admitted to being Reynolds's sister. She also said she was a child agent back in 1931…" his eyes drifted over the team, knowing they were already aware of that bit of information and wanted something they didn't know, "She gave up their base locations."

"She... what now?" Rufus gasped, face contorting in confusion. "Why would she..."

"She's convinced Reynolds abandoned her," Quinn claimed.

Jiya nodded. "It makes sense, actually," she began, "Her room number was 45…" her eyes darted around the room to see some confusion, "April 5th...4, 5…"

"Why would he rat out his own mole though?" Wyatt questioned. "Unless...he wanted her to be found…"

"We still don't know where Reynolds is," Agent Christopher reminded them, "or who he is."

Tenley shifted in her place. "That...might not be true...anymore... actually…"

"Tenley?" Agent Christopher asked as everyone turned their attention to the doctor. "Did you learn something?"

The doctor's wide scared eyes darted around the room at the faces staring at her expectantly. She shifted uncomfortably again, wishing the floor would swallow her whole.

The moment her dark eyes met Quinn's, he nodded reassuringly. "It's okay...tell them."

Tenley licked her lips before saying, "Charlotte gave me this journal that apparently I wrote everything inside...when I read it, I regained my memory…"

"Charlotte?" Wyatt repeated, brows drawing together. He turned to Rowan. "Your mother?"

Rowan nodded as Tenley continued, "She was a visionary - "

"What?!" a couple of people in the room gasped in surprise.

Tenley shrunk back a little, looking to Quinn for support. He gave her another reassuring nod. She blew a hard sigh from her lips to calm her growing nerves. "The journal went missing a few days ago but she found it in Poppy's room...she brought it back to me before she...died…"

"What's this have to do with - "

Tenley raised her gaze to meet Wyatt's, silencing him the moment their eyes locked. She said, "The monogram on the front was a clue in Roanoke," her eyes darted over to Flynn, "C, R, O...was supposed to be C, R, Q…"

She held the worn journal in her hands, looking down at the cover where the silver monogram read CRQ. The RT was no longer colored in, blending into the color of the leather binding. She swallowed. "The monogram was a clue but whoever was carving it into the tree back then never got the chance to finish…" she lifted her head again, "I noticed the stitching on the inside was different than the rest," she opened the cover of the journal, "it was hastily sewn back together...but when I took it apart...I-I found this…" She pulled a picture from her back pocket, holding it up for the rest of the team to see.

"Is that Emma?" Rufus asked, squinting at the image.

The picture looked like a normal family portrait of sorts, with an older Emma standing in the center of a group of people. Poppy stood beside Emma on the left, a young boy with unruly auburn hair stood directly in front, and a man with a scratched-out face stood on Emma's right. The resemblance between Poppy and Emma was uncanny.

Jiya gasped, "They look like they could be…" her voice trailed off before her head snapped up to look at the others, "are they related?"

Wyatt growled. "Sure looks like it to me." He turned to Flynn and asked, "Didn't we see her pregnant during the Abba Kovner mission?"

Flynn nodded before turning his gaze back to Tenley and Quinn. With a clenched jaw, he grew rigid as Quinn gave Tenley a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder, almost calming her after sharing what she knew. His eyes narrowed on them, realizing something else was going on - something they weren't sharing with the group.

Lucy pointed to the young boy at the front of the group. "I know that boy," she said lifting her head, "Poppy was taking care of him…"

"Wait, he's here?" Wyatt scoffed. "Where is he?"

Agent Christopher recognized the boy as well, nodding. "Wren."

Wyatt asked, "This kid is in the bunker? What's his name?" he turned to Denise, "You said, Wren?"

Lucy nodded. "Wren Rogerson."

"Wyatt's right," Agent Christopher said. "We should find him. He might know something." When Lucy's face paled, Denise added, "To talk...not torture…"

Wyatt pinched the bridge to his nose. "Poppy kept saying Reynolds betrayed 'us'..." he dropped his hand from his face, "she must have meant her and Wren...God, we look so stupid!"

Lucy interrupted Wyatt's tirade, "Wren said his mother died a very long time ago…" she approached Rufus's board, pointing to the drawings, "what if… what if his mother was Hazel Drew? What if he's the child Reynolds went after back then because he wasn't a visionary?"

Agent Christopher nodded. "Let's find that kid, quickly!"

The team quickly filtered out of the room. Quinn made sure to keep Tenley and Rowan behind. Flynn stopped at the door, watching the others leave. He closed the door to turn around to confront them.

Quinn held Flynn's angry gaze with a calm demeanor. "Something on yer mind?"

"A word?" Flynn requested, his rigid posture unwavering.

Quinn smirked. "Of course. Let's have it."

Tenley felt the tears of worry creeping up behind her eyes. Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, to comfort her.

Flynn's eyes narrowed at them. "What's your game here? What do you want with her?"

Quinn's face - for the first time in quite a while - contorted with confusion. He glanced over his shoulder to Tenley and Rowan. Turning back to Flynn, he shook his head. "I think ye're misunderstanding what's happening, friend."

"I am not your friend," Flynn growled low. "Now...someone better explain to me what is going on before I take the two of you out myself, sending you back to wherever the hell you came from."

Quinn chuckled. "Believe me," he reiterated. "Ye're misunderstanding." He motioned for Flynn to approach as he said, "I was about to get ye...we need yer help in ending this."

Flynn's head cocked to the side at this revelation and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door creaked open behind him. His eyes darted over to the door to see the small frame of the boy from the picture poke his head inside.

Quinn held Wren's wide eyes and nodded. "Come inside, child."

Flynn's eyes darted between the three before going back to the boy. "What's going on?" he asked. "They're looking for him - "

"And they'll find him," Quinn admitted, "in an hour or two...but by then, we'll all be long gone."