Ginny was gently led downstairs by Tonks, and sank into a chair.

Her eyes were all red and irritated from the tears she had cried. She felt exhausted, but she couldn't focus on it. All she felt was terror for Luna.

Kidnapped. In the clutches of the crime syndicate they had been trying to stop.

'Kid?'

Ginny turned. Sam had placed a hand on her shoulder.

'Y-yeah?'

'We're gonna get her back,' he said, gruffly. She could tell he wasn't good with handling emotions, but she appreciated the effort. 'Those bastards aren't gonna know what hit them.'

Ginny smiled, despite her tears.

'T-thanks, Sam.'

The scarred man shrugged.

'We've got a DNA match.'

Ginny's head whipped round to the side. Remus was stood by a computer across the room.

'From the bedroom upstairs, you mean?' Sam asked.

'Yeah; forensics just got back to us,' Remus replied, tapping the computer screen. 'A fragment of skin was left on the windowsill. It matches a low-level criminal who we suspected of being a member of the crime syndicate. Now we've got proof.'

At that moment, Tonks burst into the room.

'Found this in Luna and Ginny's room,' she said, holding a book aloft. 'Thought it might be of use.'

'T-that's… that's Luna's journal' Ginny mumbled. 'It's…'

She trailed off, before grabbing the book from Tonks and slamming in down on the table and riffling through the pages.

'Ginny?' Tonks asked. 'What is it?'

'The newest pages are missing,' Ginny said, pointing at the frayed bits of paper sticking out at odd angles. 'Luna must have been writing ideas down.'

'Ideas like…'

'Amazonian Octarine-Flame,' Ginny said, her mind connecting the dots. 'It has variations that grow both above ground and in underground cave systems. The syndicate were obsessed with it, which means that they couldn't find it in the rainforest. But Luna must have known where it grows; why else would they wait until I left before grabbing her? They need her knowledge.'

'And kill two birds with one stone,' Tonks finished. 'Try to scare us off, and get the Octarine-Flame.'

Sam smiled.

'You're good, kid. So, where do we go?'

Ginny's enthusiasm suddenly vanished; she didn't know. Luna hadn't told her where the plant was.

However, her eyes then landed on the map.

'Oh, it's where all those reports were coming from!' She exclaimed. 'No wonder the locals noticed something was up; the syndicate have been combing that area the whole time! They just need an expert to pinpoint the exact location of that plant!'

Remus nodded.

'That would also explain why this area seems to be such a target; the network of underground caves stretch out for miles underneath the rainforest. I'm surprised they didn't just force one of the locals to show them where the plant was.'

Sam chuckled, darkly.

'Knowing this lot, I imagine they probably didn't think the locals knew. Typical colonialist nonsense.'

Tonks nodded.

'The syndicates base must be in that area too,' Remus said, typing frantically into the computer. 'They've likely got a base of operations close to where the plants are. Somewhere far away from the government authorities.'

'That's the problem with these syndicates,' Sam said, giving a wry grin. 'They always think that setting up operations in the middle of nowhere will keep them out of attention. But all it does is send up a flare of exactly where they are!'

'You can hide a bee in a beehive easily,' Ginny continued. 'But stick it in a library and it's impossible to ignore.'

Sam slapped Ginny supportively on the shoulder.

'Damn, you're good, kid!'

Ginny smiled.

Evil organisation or not, no-one messed with her girlfriend.

Luna stumbled forward. The members of the crime syndicate glowered at her. She had been blindfolded ever since she had been kidnapped from the hotel in Rio. They had only removed the blindfold when they had wanted her to inspect a plant.

Amazonian Octarine-Flame. It was the only one they seemed to be desperate to find. Luna wasn't sure why they hadn't just forced one of the locals to do it, but she wasn't about to argue with the rifles the syndicate members were all carrying.

Gritting her teeth, Luna bent down and inspected the plant.

'Tell us,' instructed one of them, tapping his rifle in warning. 'Is that the plant?'

Luna sighed.

'Yes, it is. It's the variant that grows above ground.'

'Good.'

Luna stood back up. The members of the syndicate moved around her, and promptly dug up the plant, placing it and the earth around its roots into a special container they had brought with them.

'Now, we head back to HQ.'

One of the syndicate members stepped forward, and pulled a mask roughly over Luna's face.

'For goodness sake; how am I supposed to walk if I can't see?' Luna asked, becoming very aware of how uneven the forest floor was beneath her feet.

'We're directing you where you should walk,' said the syndicate member nearest to her. 'We can't have you knowing where our base is.'

'I'm a florist, not a spy!' Luna snapped. 'You've got what you want; let me go!'

The syndicate members ignored her, and began to nudge her forward, using the butt of the rifles to do so. They weren't quite as rough as Luna had been expecting, but it didn't make the situation any better.

Don't worry, Luna told herself, Ginny will find me.

As she stumbled forward, Luna's mind began to work. The syndicate clearly didn't want anyone to know where their base was, but they'd kept her mask off until she'd identified the plant. That mean… the base was nearby.

They walked on for a good distance. Luna wasn't sure for how long but, given how many steps she was taking, it couldn't have been for more than a few miles. That meant that they were still within the area that Remus and Tonks had discussed with Sam the other day.

There was a crackle in front of her. One of the syndicate members had pulled their walkie-talkie out of their pocket.

'Viper company at section omega with person-of-interest 49?'

They were here. The base entrance must be nearby. Oh, if only she could see!

Luna was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she wasn't prepared for the push behind her. She crashed to the ground, awkwardly landing on her hands and knees.

'Get her up,' grumbled the syndicate member in front. 'That's the sixth time she's fallen over. We should have carried her the way; the last thing we want is the locals noticing the weird foot-prints.'

As Luna was pulled to her feet and pushed forward, she was vaguely aware of her hair swinging into a low-hanging tree branch. Thinking fast, she bit her lip, and gave her head a quick jerk in the opposite direction. There was a sharp shot of pain in her scalp.

The syndicate members didn't seem to notice this as they bustled her forwards. Before she knew quite what was happening, she could feel herself being led down a steep passageway, out of the sunlight reaching through the rainforest trees.

Ginny climbed out of the jeep.

They had driving for… she honestly couldn't remember how long. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours. Ginny hadn't noticed; she had been focusing too much on Luna. On finding her and getting her out of harms way.

Tonks and Remus climbed out of the jeep. Sam was already standing a few feet ahead, and they all walked to where he was stood.

The rainforest completely surrounded the long dirt road they had travelled along to this spot. Ginny's t-shirt was already soaked through with sweat due to the humidity, but she didn't care; she was used to sweat.

Nearby the trees were stood several Amazonian tribespeople. One of them walked over, an elderly woman with kind eyes. She was clearly a local leader of some kind.

'Hello, Sam.'

The grizzled agent shook hands with the woman.

'Thank you for agreeing to help us,' he said. 'I know the last thing you want is more Westerners intruding.'

'True,' she replied. 'But, by the sounds of it, the redheaded girl has an idea of what the syndicate is after. Which means we know where they'll be.'

Ginny nodded.

'Don't worry,' the woman said, placing a hand on Ginny's shoulder. 'We'll find your Luna.'

Ginny blinked, quickly.

'T-thank you,' Ginny said. 'Er, what did you say your name was?'

'I'm afraid you probably couldn't pronounce it in my language,' the elderly woman replied, smiling. 'But, in English, I go by Sky.'

'Thank you, Sky.'

Sam laid out a map on the bonnet of one of the jeeps. They had marked the area of syndicate activity in red ink; sure enough, it was laid out in a twenty mile perimeter. The end of the dirt track was tantalisingly close to it.

'Ginny, we don't blame you if you want to stay here with the jeep,' Remus said, kindly. 'We can keep some agents back here with you until it's safe.'

'No,' Ginny replied, her mind set. 'I promised Luna I'd keep her safe, and I'm not letting a criminal gang hurt her.'

Remus smiled.

'Okay.'

Leaving the jeeps behind on the track with a few agents, they ventured into the rainforest, using an old well-worn path. Sky and the local activists with her were leading the way, making sure that the MI6 agents avoided any dangerous plants or bugs.

The Amazon was unlike anything Ginny had ever seen before, and it honestly took her breath away. Trees and foliage spread out in all directions, and she could hear the calls of various birds and animals in the canopies above them. If she hadn't been so worried about Luna, she would have been transfixed.

'Footprints.'

Sky was crouched down on the ground a few feet ahead.

'Someone came this way very recently,' she said, 'A group of them, and wearing deep-soled boots. Except one, who was just wearing shoes.'

Tonks and Sky nodded at each other.

They continued along the path.

Eventually, they rounded a corner, and came across a large tree. And Ginny's eyes immediately zeroed in on something.

Hair.

Blond hair.

Luna's hair.

It was snagged on the low-hanging branch.

Ginny locked eyes with Tonks, who nodded.

The agent exchanged looks with Remus and Sky, and the agents around them began to move into position. Sky mouthed the phrase 'underground cave network'. The base was below where they were standing.

Gotcha. Ginny thought. Don't worry, Lu; I'm coming.