Once they departed from the plane and collected their luggage, the three of them picked up the rental car waiting for them. After packing in all the bags, Xander walked to the driver's side and opened the door to drive.

            "Where in the hell is the steering wheel?"

            Shelly snatched the keys from Xander's hand while she walked by and around the car.

            "Remember that this is England Xander. They drive on the wrong side of the road in the wrong side of the car. Meaning that the steering wheel is on the right side of the car, now get in; I'll drive," she said and slipped behind the wheel on the right side of the car.

            "So what language do they speak here?" Cory asked as he climbed into the back seat.

            "You did not just ask that again Cory. I told you before on the plane; they speak English here. Just talk like you normally would but hold out the slang," Shelly said as she drove out of the airport parking lot.

            "Chill out Shelly. I just like seeing that vein pop out on your forehead when you get irate with me. So sue me, it's sexy," Cory said and leaned back against the seat.

            Shelly snapped her head around and Cory worried again about whiplash. Only having enough time to glare at him for a few seconds, Shelly turned to watch the road again but looked at Cory by the mirror.

            "I have a boyfriend so don't even try it shorty."

            "Shorty? I'm taking that personally."

            "You should you little twirp."

            "Yeah, whatever. Where are we going to first?" he asked as he looked out the windows.

            Shelly glared at Xander who was trying to silence his laughter at the two before answering. "Right now we're going to the American embassy and meet up with some other agents. They should have some intel for us so we can start to work," Xander said as he gripped the emergency handle above the door.

            Cole nodded and tightened his seat belt before reaching out to brace himself. Shelly was zipping down the highway, darting between cars towards the heart of London. Xander was tempted more than once to close this eyes and he didn't keep count of how many times he prayed. He was almost positive he heard Cory gasp and whimper a few times when it seemed possible the he would die in a few moments. Xander and Cory breathed a sigh of relief when the car stopped down the road from the embassy and Shelly turned the car off.

            "Damn Shelly, I think you just scared a few years off me," Xander commented as they walked down the street towards the imposing building.

            "This is London, you have to drive like the natives drive or be left behind."

            "I think I'd rather be left behind," Cory said from behind them.

            "Watch what you say Hooten or I'll send you right back to your forensic office," Shelly said as she showed the marine her passport and identification.

            "Is she always like this?" Cory asked Xander as they walked past all the guards.

            "More so since she met you."

            Shelly glared at both of them as the elevator doors shut and started to rise. Reaching their floor, the three walked down the hall to the NSA offices where their contact was waiting for them. With a crisp knock on the door, the three stepped into the offices and looked at the middle aged woman standing by the first desk.

            "Are you Agent Hillside?"

            "Yes I am. This is Agent Cage and Agent Hooten; you must be our contact."

            "I'm Carol Ely; not an NSA agent but undercover FBI agent. If you'll come with me to the conference room, I'll tell you about everything we know about your case."

            The conference room was empty as they sat in the chairs surrounding the table and Carol asked the secretary for some coffee. Before the coffee came, Carol passed out folders to the three and waited while they flipped through the papers.

            "I was informed that you were searching for an 1800 heavy printing press that could effectively print money. Very few of those rarely exist anymore and even fewer still work."

            "We already know about the presses. What we want is the person that owns the presses and the rigs," Xander said as he read a few of the papers.

            "Why come to England? These presses are not limited just to England," she said and thanked the secretary for the coffee.

            "But the ink is from England. The chemical composition is consistent with the England area so we decided to start here," Cory said as he tossed the folder onto the table.

            "Could it be possible that the ink is being shipped out of the country?" Carol suggested before taking a sip of her coffee.

            "It is possible but we're not going with that first. The majority of the working presses are in Europe and since the ink came from England we decided to start here," Shelly said and held up a sheet of paper from the folder. "Who in the hell is this?"

            Carol rounded the table and took the sheet from Shelly's hand. Looking at the picture for a moment, she picked up Shelly's folder and flipped through the other sheets.

            "Ah, here's his fact sheet. That's Michael New; he's a trader in the black market and a hunter."

            "A hunter?" Cory asked, taking the term literally.

            "He's the guy you go to if you want something but can't find it. He hunts it up for you, for a price of course."

            "Oh of course," Xander muttered as he read the guy's fact sheet.

            "I know him now! That scrawny little weasel!" Shelly exclaimed, surprising everyone. "I busted him a few years out in L.A. He was one of the head bangers in a car theft ring that was becoming a big problem. Guess the jackass skipped out on jail time."

            "Or had a business associate kill the prosecutor's star witness," Xander said as he read the next page. "It says that the witness disappeared before the trial and the prosecutors didn't have a case after that."

            "That is very possible too and I would doubt it," Shelly commented as she shrugged her shoulders.

            "We compiled a list of European owners that we know of that owns presses. There are still some outside the country but you wanted the ones inside, so that's also in the folder. You picked a good time to arrive; one of the guys is throwing a big party tomorrow night. If you want, I can call in a few favors and get all four of us tickets into the party."

            "You've got those kinds of contacts?" Cory asked and Carol slyly smiled.

            "No, I have some big favors due in that I'm going to collect on," she smiled and Xander grimaced.

            "Guess it's time to dig my tux out of hibernation," Xander said and Cory groaned.

            "Time for another valium," Cory muttered and Carol looked at him confused.

            "Quit messing with it. You'll undo it," Shelly said and swatted Xander's hand away from his tie.

            "But it's annoying," he complained and stretched his next slightly.

            Shelly sighed and gently massaged her forehead, feeling a headache come one. The four agents were in a limo riding towards the country side for the party. The time before they left was spent memorizing information that would be needed. Shelly was mildly shocked when Xander had changed into a tuxedo and saw how good he looked. Shelly sighed quietly, wishing that Samine was there to see him. With a rueful shake of her head, she smoothed out the fabric of her dress and relaxed a bit. Their missions were strictly just research and take a look around. Everything would change if they found diehard proof of the production of counterfeit money.  In Shelly's mind, everything was still up in the air. Glancing out the tinted window, she watched as the country mansion came into view and the limo went up the long driveway. When the limo stopped in front of the main doors, everyone looked at each other and slipped into their agent mentalities.

            Xander climbed out first and held a hang out to help Shelly out of the limo. He watched as a long shapely leg emerged from the limo followed by another. Shelly stepped out and Xander noticed that the males in the immediate vicinity stopped and stared at her. She wore a floor length slim fitting ivory colored gown that made her legs seem miles long. Her shoulders were bare and the neckline plunged between her breasts and every breath she took allowed her bosom to swell. Xander smirked when he sensed how jealous every guy was at the woman on his elbow. Her dress was sexy enough not to be slutty, and classy enough to know her own body and knew how to look at her best. He walked through the doors with Shelly and Cory escorted Carol through the doors. The four paused and slowly surveyed the room.

            "Okay, let's go to work."

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Okay well everyone there is the new chapter to the story. Sorry if it's kind of shorter than my normal chapters but some of my readers *ahem* who will remain nameless was dieing for the next chapter so I worked as hard as I could and put it up. And here are my little shout outs to everyone that reviewed for chapter 2.

Eadha Ohn-It took me a while to get the Rush Hour 2 thing but I finally did. *Pats myself on the head*. I can't remember if I intentionally put that in or if I just did. I don't know what I'm going to do with Cory; he's kind of just there for the moment. I don't know with him, I'll figure something up for him.

AngelicPhyre-It's quite often that I'm sleep deprived; I think it's something that automatically goes with being a college student. I'll have to do a study on that. And don't worry, I know exactly how you feel with that half-naked guy in bed with you and you don't remember. How many times I wanted to just rewind everything and see what exactly happened. But you live and learn most of the times. But please go on the random tangents, I love reading them. So keep reviewing for me and stay away from excess amount of alcohol. Drinking bad.

Ivorybrowneyes-Yes Shelly here is the new chapter. Sorry I didn't get it up quicker for you today but I was at work from 3:30 to 10:30 today and didn't wake up till like noon so I wrote at work and put it up tonight. My impatient little reader *pats you on head*.

Leo hime san-I'm envisioning this type of job that he doesn't really have to get on planes a lot. It's more of a ground job I'd say. But you know people; they have those odd little quirks here and there. And the 'I don't even know what language they speak in England' was a part slip of tongue on his part but that was just the first thing he said and once he thought about it he realized the stupidity of the question. But then again he's male *sighs*. Anyway, before I get on my little soap box.

Lexxiss-The comment about Rogaine stock came from your review of chapter 1. '*screams and pulls out hair*' since you're going to be losing the hair then I suggested in buying stock in Rogaine because it regrows hair. Do you get it now…no? Okay well then just don't mind me and sign it off as a temporary insanity of Spades. But see Samine could have wanted to be cremated or have a closed casket funeral. We just know but see that leaves that bit of mystery there. *evilly grinning* And oh please come and kill the new manager for me *groans piteously* eh gads I want to smack the bloody hell out of him. But anyway please review for me again.

Slone-Thank you so much for the compliment on the saga. I'm so glad you like it. Oh he is so going to be pissed off when he finds out but he'll get over it. I don't know yet how I'm going to work it but I'm sure I'll come up with something really good, at least I hope. So keep reviewing for me. I LOVE YOU TOO!