Robin was nudged. "Get up," Colt said. "We've stopped for good." Robin yawned and shook her head. "This should be fun." "Not when we get a hold on your parents," Mr. Douglass's voice said in her ear. Robin sighed. "I told my parents about this a long time ago, and they didn't do a thing, but moved after I told them for the twentieth time." The doors of the van opened. "Out. Get out." The blonde guy stood there.

Robin got up. "Yes, Sahib," she said. "Anything you say." "You'd think that after being kidnapped twice, she'd learn some kind of manners for her captor," the blonde guy said. "Take off the hoods, kids. Where are your manners?" "At home with the part of me that cares," Robin said. She stood in front of the blonde guy with her arms crossed. He swung at her with the butt of his gun. Robin dodged and Colt jumped beside her and kicked the guy in the stomach. Someone grabbed Robin from behind and twisted her arms behind her back. The guy behind her gave her to the blonde, who held her arm in place and stuck a handgun in her back. He pulled down her hood and mask. "Now you," he said to the boys. They did, and was relieved when the mics went with it. "Are you going to shoot me?" Robin asked. "I don't think your boss would like that. And I know that you have a boss or you would have killed me by now." The man just pushed her towards the warehouse they had stopped in front of. Robin noticed the size and once she was inside she noticed that there were only two separate rooms in a corner. The rest was covered with soft mats and men practicing fighting and climbing ropes to the ceiling. "Ah," Rocky said. "Here's where the army of ninja's are." "There are always an army of ninja's," Colt said. "Predictable," Tum Tum said. "That's my blonde guy with shades," Robin said. "Hey, what is your name anyways?" "Why should I tell you?" he asked. "It would be nice," Robin said. "I've always wondered that. Besides, I need a name to put with my shrine about you in my underwear drawer." All of them stopped and looked at Robin in shock. "A girl has her hobbies and crushes," Robin said. "Cute," the blonde guy said. He pushed Robin into one of the two rooms and then the boys were pushed in after. Robin popped up. "You really think so? I'm cute. That's so sweet. That deserves and extra heart by the pictures I took of you spying on me." The door slammed shut and they herd the click of a lock. "Hey!" Robin yelled. "Can I have my backpack back? I'll be good!" No one answered. "Dork!" she yelled. She went to the back of the totally empty room with the boys. "What now?" Tum Tum said. "We should tell dad where we are," Rocky said. "We could do that, but we don't know where we are. My mics don't have a tracker yet," Robin said. "I'm working on it, though." "Tell him where we are, like 'a big warehouse building, about an hour from home,'" Colt said. "It might take him a while, but he'll find it by the time we get all the crooks wound up." "Your over confident," Rocky said. "Go ahead and tell him that," Robin said to Colt. "I'm getting out of here." She walked to the door and looked at the knob. There was no lock on it. She grabbed it and tired to open the door. "They're getting smarter," she said. "It's locked from a one sided padlock from the outside. I can't open it." "I'm bored," Tum Tum complained. "Come spar with me until we get some answers," Robin said. She and Tum Tum sparred with each other as Rocky and Colt told their dad about the place they were in. Then they too sparred. The door opened. None of them noticed but Robin and Rocky. They caught the final blows and everyone stopped. At the door was the blonde guy with another man, in a black suit with brown hair. "Get her," the suit man said. The blonde guy, with his hand bandaged from the arrow, grabbed Robin's arm in an iron grip. She gave a fake struggle as they pulled her from the room. The boys, not knowing that Robin intended to be taken, went to defend her. Guns were leveled at them. "We don't need them," the man said. The boys stopped in their tracks and the door was shut and locked again. Robin looked back, a grim look on her face. Then she turned to the blonde guy and the new guy. "Are you gonna tell me your names?" she asked, her voice level. The blonde looked to the new guy. He's the boss, Robin decided, as she was lead into the other room and locked in with them both. The new guy nodded. "I am Mr. Anderson," he said. "This is Shawn Laurence." "Great!" Robin cried. Then she crossed her arms, hiding that she was loosening daggers in her sleeves. "Why am I here and why do you want me? If it's a good reason, I might actually follow along and send my friends home without worry. Oh, and I can tell if your lying to me." "You are a rare child," Mr. Anderson said. "Your mother was accidentally exposed to a harmful amount of radiation. Though nothing happened to her externally, her organs began to deteriorate after a long period of time. A year actually. She had no knowledge of what was wrong with her, and we kept an eye on her. "Then, a month after she was exposed, you were conceived. She died a month after you were born, her organs no longer able to stay operational. We kept a watch on you, to see if there was any trouble. We had one of our people on the medical staff be there when you were born and we were told that you cried but very seldom. Your vital signs were perfect, and your height and weight were great for a healthy baby." "So I'm a child of superwoman and kryptonite," Robin said. "No, just a woman and a man with a bit of radiation," Mr. Anderson said. "Don't interrupt, it's rude." "Like I said earlier, my manners are at home with the part of me that cares," Robin said. "If there's more to your story, get on with it." Mr. Anderson grew red in the face. "Once you started school, you showed signs of superiority. You learn fast. Faster than any normal child. Prodigies spend their lives studying and practicing whatever their good at. You get it all on the first go. On everything, not just one subject." "That's great. I'm a super prodigy child. What do you care?" "I care that if you can do that, you can do things for me. Create things, build things, even destroy things for me. You'll be paid, if you go along, as well as your own area to live in with all the things you want." Robin pretended to think about this for a time. "No," she said. "I like where I am. So you can leave me alone now. If you do, I won't tell anyone about what happened tonight, or in the past." "Not an option, my deer." Shawn, the blonde guy, pulled out a gun. "How quaint! A gun," Robin said. She snatched out a hand and grabbed the gun from his grasp. Then she kicked him in the gut. She looked at it then she pulled out the ammo. "Any more wanna be surprises?" she asked Mr. Anderson. The man answered with a click. He held a gun. "Just one more," he said. "If your not going to work for me, your going to die." He shot at her. Robin gasped and fell. A small pool of blood formed at her chest. "That was simple enough," Mr. Anderson said. He walked out of the room, yelling, "Clean her up, Laurence."