"Give me the home address for Jonathan Tanner," Jenny ordered her partner as she hastily climbed into Domino's cabin.
Domino sensed Jenny's unusual fierceness. "Jenny.?"
"Just do it!" Jenny shouted.
Domino picked up immediately on the rare vehemence in her voice and recognized her dangerous mood. She complied silently. "9007 Troy Street."
"We're there." She reached out to pull the door shut, but an arm appeared out of nowhere and kept it open.
"Don't do this, Jenny," Erica warned her firmly.
"I need to," Jenny growled, glaring at the blonde. "Let go of the door."
"No." Erica's tone was harsh, deliberately so. Jenny was her best friend, and she knew exactly how to handle her. "Don't do this," she repeated. "Not now. Not like this. You're not thinking straight!" She lowered her voice. "Kill the engine, Jenny."
Jenny didn't move for a while and Erica only waited. Finally, she gave in and let the engine die off. Erica was right. She slowly turned and gazed up at her friend, her emotions quarreling in her brown eyes. Erica's expression softened and she bent over to give her a loose hug.
"We'll get him, Jenny," Erica promised quietly. "Trust me. And I'll let you do the honors of handcuffing him."
Jenny managed a bit of a smile, slightly ashamed of her reaction to Jon's picture. But her smile faded. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "It just hurts. I guess I haven't felt hurt in a long time."
"I know," Erica replied, "we're all entitled to lose it once in a while." She didn't speak again until Jenny made eye contact with her. "Hey. I might not know what kind of connection you and that guy have or had, but I know we'll make him pay for what he did. the right way."

~~~@

Jon sighed as he hung up his cell phone, glancing across the dark laboratory toward a rather large man sitting at one of the computers. "Anthony's getting impatient because we haven't made a move yet," he told him.
The other man rolled his eyes. "Tell him to chill out for a while. This isn't an easy task here."
Jon sat back in his chair, nervously wringing his hands. "He does have a point, though, Peter."
Peter Guerra looked away from the computer screen just long enough to give Jon an irritated glare. "You both need to relax," he said. "We have to wait." He returned his gaze to the screen. "I've been tracking our AI. We have to wait for the right time to move out."
"You don't think they're on to us, do you?" Jon wanted to know, fidgeting restlessly.
Peter shot him a funny look. "How can they be on to us?" he inquired. "We haven't done anything yet." He considered it for a moment. "Well, you were head of that nice little attack a few days ago." He received a glare in return, but he only chuckled.
"This isn't a good idea," Jon remarked with a shake of his head.
Peter regarded his co-worker. "Calm down, man. You can't back outta this now."
"I'm fine," Jon muttered.
"Anthony would probably kill you 'cause you know too much," Peter continued. "Go do something."
"Like what?"
"I dunno." Peter shrugged. "Something. Go lure the AI closer to us."
Now it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes.
"Are you always like this on missions?" Peter questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Jon answered, "this mission is a little personal."
"Ah. Getting revenge on someone?"
"I know someone who works for Storm Force."
"Oh? Who might that be?"
"My ex-girlfriend."
"I see," Peter nodded. "Well, you can't have everything, can you?"
Jon glared at him again, his lips a fine line. "Yes, I can."

~~~@

Jenny had to blink a few times to tear her gaze from the email displayed on the screen of her laptop. She had been staring at that thing for almost twenty minutes now, ever since she had gone into her quarters to be alone for a while. Domino had emailed her Jon Tanner's address, and there she was staring at it, momentarily dwelling on the shock and disbelief that he had changed so much. And she realized that she didn't even know him anymore.
She wanted to go to that address so bad. She didn't know why, really. She wasn't sure what she would do if he was home when she cam by. She wasn't sure if she would be able to keep her fists from meeting his face.
She sighed. Kyle would never let her go anyway. not after how she reacted to the photo in the conference room. This case had become too personal, and she was sure her involvement now was very limited. If only she had been able to control it. She was aching to scream at Jon, to tear into him verbally, and then knock him out so fast he wouldn't know what hit him. Perhaps that would ease the emotional pain a little.
She quickly rubbed her eyes as they started to water. Why did this have to happen to her? She couldn't even confront him. She wasn't even sure if she really believed this at all.
There was a knock at her door and she jumped. "Come in," she spoke in a surprisingly strong voice.
Kyle appeared and took a step inside. "Hey."
Jenny gave him a small smile. "Hey."
"What're you up to?"
Jenny glanced at the address on the laptop screen. "Nothing." She turned around in her chair to fully face him as he walked further into her room. "Look. Kyle, I'm sorry about-"
Kyle held up a hand. "It's all right, Jenny. It happens sometimes." He took a seat on her bed. "Do you still want to be involved in this case?"
Jenny's head shot up with surprise. "But I thought-"
"I know," said Kyle, "but I don't want to sit you out, if you don't want to. I know we don't normally do personal cases, but as long as you act professionally, I will allow it if you can control yourself."
Jenny nodded. "I can."
Kyle grinned. "I know you can. But I'd prefer it if you steered clear from Jon Tanner."
"I understand." She glanced at the screen again. There was no way Kyle would ever. or perhaps. "Kyle, may I go investigate?"
"Investigate what?"
Jenny rolled aside in her swivel chair to give Kyle a full view of the address. Kyle read it over quickly.
"What's there?" he inquired.
Jenny took a deep breath. "Possibly Anthony Cutlass. I dug up his home address."
Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"If he's not home, I wanna check things out," Jenny explained.
"Let me go with you," Kyle remarked. "Two people are better than one. We'll take Dante."
"All right, let's go." She didn't even think twice.

~~~@

Jon looked up as Peter's computer started beeping. Peter say up in his seat and started typing quickly, looking a bit surprised.
"What's up?" Jon wanted to know as he stood up and walked over to Peter.
"Our targeted AI is still out of range, but I've picked up another on in close proximity."
"Jeez, man, how many AIs do they have?"
"I don't care. It's time to make our move." He closed the laptop he had been at and tucked it under his arm. He grabbed Jon's cell phone and tossed it to him. "Tell Chris Lindsey to meet us around back with the van."

The feeling of unease only grew stronger as Jon sat quietly in the back of an old van, taking Peter's job of tracking the AI. The van was rather convenient for this mission, he had to admit. On the outside, it appeared as nothing more than a white utility van, but the inside had been converted to a sort of mini-lab. Peter was at another computer, messing with. something. Jon wasn't sure what it was, or whether he wanted to know.
"How much closer?" the driver hollered toward the back of the van. Chris Lindsey eyed Peter and Jon through the rear-view mirror. He was an intimidating man, extremely muscular with a buzz cut so short he looked bald.
"Straight ahead," Jon informed him. "We're almost on top of it. Keep going."
"So what're we gonna do when we are on top of this thins?" Chris questioned.
"That's what this is for," Peter spoke up.
"That big hunk of metal?" Chris asked, unimpressed.
"This 'big hunk of metal' generates a powerful EMP," Peter explained. "Once Chris has everyone lured from the AI, I'll activate this and shut the AI down so we can take it before they get back."
Chris shrugged. "Sounds easy enough." He scanned the residential area he was driving through. "Where is it going, anyway?"
There were a few moments of silence before Jon sputtered, "What the.!"
"What's your problem?" Chris inquired.
"They're going to my house!"
"Floor it!" Peter shouted.
Chris gripped the steering wheel and the can burst forward, illegally passing the car ahead of him and squealing the tires as he rounded the corner. He knew exactly where Jon's house was.

~~~@

"No one is home," Dante reported as he scanned the small white house he had just been parked beside.
"I'm gonna take a look inside," Jenny told Kyle as she opened the passenger door, but then she stopped and reluctantly brought herself to ask, "Are you coming?"
"Go on. I need to stay out here. I've got a bad feeling about this."
Jenny successfully tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. Quietly, she went up to the front door as Kyle parked somewhere less obvious and paused on the porch. Taking in a deep breath, she lock pick out from her jacket pocket, picking the door open with ease. The door swung open silently, and she stepped into the cool, clean house. Memories flooded her as she recognized a few pieces of furniture from Mr. and Mrs. Tanner's house, and all of the people in the pictures on the wall. Everything looked so familiar. so normal. She almost didn't believe that Jon was involved in anything. wrong.
She soon found herself in Jon's bedroom and stopped there in the doorway when she rested her gaze upon her own senior picture sitting on the nightstand. Her heart started beating faster as she walked up to the picture. "He never forgot." she whispered.
A blinking light caught her eye and she looked past the picture at the message machine sitting behind it. Mostly out of curiosity, she played the message.
"Jon Tanner, this is Anthony Cutlass."
Jenny froze and the feelings of dread and disappointment dropped to the bottom of her stomach like an anvil. "No."
"I'd like you to come by the office this weekend," the message continued. "We need to discuss your possible rewards for successfully delivering our goods by truck. I want to give you a small bonus for. taking care of the minor difficulties during the delivery." The message ended without a farewell, leaving Jenny in silence, staring at the message machine in shock.
Delivery. Truck. Goods. Minor difficulties. "It's true," she breathed. Her eyes widened at the realization that Jon was shooting at Kyle, and he would have killed him it if wasn't for Dante.

~~~@

"Slow down," Peter demanded, giving directions for Jon, since he was too flustered to say anything. After Chris made a left turn, he spoke again, "Our AI has stopped on this street. It's on our left."
Chris scanned the neighborhood and spotted the silver Expedition parking in the driveway of an old abandoned house that was across the street from Jon's home. "The SUV?" he asked.
Peter moved to the front of the van to have a better look through the windshield. "That's gotta be it."
Chris pulled over and killed the engine, grabbing his cell phone and a gun. "There's a guy in the car. I'll call you as soon as I get him away from it."
"Go."

Kyle had watched the van turn onto the street, his suspicion rising when it stopped a few houses away.
"There is a lot of electric devices within that van, Kyle," Dante informed his partner. "And the driver has just grabbed a gun."
Kyle tensed as the man climbed out of the van. "This isn't good."
"Kyle-"
Kyle jumped as bullets suddenly showered onto the car, bouncing crazily off of the windshield. "That man is asking for it."
"Be careful, Kyle. I don't think you want to tick them off anymore than they already are."
As soon as Chris ceased fire, Kyle made a mad dash toward Jon's house, as he saw Kyle come after him. Perfect. Now was the more unpleasant part. He had to put up a fight to stall him long enough. He tore through Jon's front yard, heading for the front door.
Kyle's eyes widened. "Jenny!" he shouted as he ran faster.
Chris burst into the house, and his eyes were drawn to the young woman clambering through the hallway. For a second they both stared at each other in bewilderment, but then everything kicked into high gear. He spun around and found himself almost face-to-face with Kyle. His fist automatically flew out and met the side of Kyle's face, sending him back a few steps before he could retaliate.
"Now!" Chris shouted into his cell.
Kyle faintly heard Dante call him through the comlink as he and Chris went to the ground. "Jenny, go to Dante!" he yelled out.

Peter slammed his cell phone down and spun around to face Jon. "Do it now!" he bellowed.
Jon's hands instantly went for the keyboard, typing like mad as hundreds of windows popped up onto his screen while he worked. And when he hit the enter key, he yelled, "Now!"
Peter activated the EMP at once, and everything in the van went dark.

Dante was monitoring Kyle since the moment he had stepped out of the car, but suddenly he started picking up strange readings from the van, and he couldn't understand them. Concerned, he went to alert Kyle, but after his partner failed to answer, he picked up an alarmingly large amount of interference. It started to escalate, and his systems went haywire.
"Kyle!" he called helplessly through the comwatch.
He saw Jenny running toward him, and then there was nothing.