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Emma looked at the piece of paper in her hand, and read the address below the writing which said 'Mrs. Middleton 78.' She made a mental note that this lady was well off as she passed the exquisite houses down the dark road in the small town of Crookham. She glanced again at the number on the piece of paper. Number 9. Emma did not know what she was going to say, or do, but she knew that this lady had an important detail which they needed. Something. Anything.

After a hesitant knock on the door and a greeting by a very confused lady, Emma found herself inside the very posh living room of the bungalow.

"-so, it would be extremely kind if you could help us out."

She lady nodded in agreement, and Emma could tell that her story had not sunk in or made the slightest impression.

The old woman had gone in and out at least 4 times in the conversation and insisted on making Emma tea every ten minutes. She did not seem to find it the slightest bit strange at being called upon at midnight by a total stranger.

As the woman smiled heartily at Emma, and wheeled her chair off to make yet another cup of tea with biscuits, the inevitable voice came over her comlink.

"Emma. Where the hell are you?" It was Adam, and Emma could tell that his voice held angst and frustration.

"I'm here Adam. At the woman's house." Emma's voice was hardened, as she thought of the mysterious thing that Adam hadn't told them, and wondered why she didn't make him tell her. Her thoughts were interrupted by Adams angry voice.

"What the hell are you doing at this time. I said we would all go tomorrow. Come back and we'll all go as planned."

Emma smiled grimly. "No can do Adam. She has to know something. I got a hit off her, or something around here, at the time of Jesse's phone call. I have to check it out."

Adams angry voice came back, "yes, but not without us you don't. I'm coming over with Brennan, stay put."

Emma didn't answer. She turned her head as Mrs. Middleton wheeled herself in with another pot of tea and smiled timidly. She would keep on talking to her in the meanwhile. She would find something.

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"What is she thinking, going out by herself? What's gotten into her?" Brennan tapped the table in the helix.

"She's worried for Jesse, that's all." Adam said sighing as he swivelled around to look at Brennan. "We have all been known to do crazy things."

"Yeah, well," Brennan said, leaving the sentence open as he failed to find a suitable reply.

"Ok, just going to land this thing, and we'll be there. " Adam said tapping the controls. "Ok Shal," he called over the comlink, "Keep us on hold."

'Got you," said Shal's impatient voice. Behind the action in sanctuary definitely was not her favourite place to be.

Adam and Brennan left the helix and approached the house, only to find a frustrated Emma eagerly awaiting their arrival.

"I have it! I have what we were looking for. Why Dier had her phone number on the fridge. Why this old lady is involved, how we can find Jesse." She ran towards Adam. "It's the phone line. There is interference on it. Mrs. Middleton's phone is somehow linked to where Jesse is, so the reception is bad, and you can pick up phone calls that they are making."

"Bingo," Brennan said grinning.

Adam failed to look angry at Emma, "Great," He turned towards the Helix, "Shal, we're coming back."

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"Where's Brennan?" Shal asked, looking at the two entering people.

"Left him at the house. Keeping a tab on the phone. He's going to trace the next interfered call. From there we can get an address, which, hopefully, Jesse is at," Adam told the inquiring Shal.

Shal sighed. Emma put her arm round her shoulders. "We're closing in. Shouldn't be long now."

Adam's face hardened. "Yes, and then somebody will pay."

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Jesse's head spun, his back ached, and he strained to remember the events of the previous few days. He vaguely remembered the same thing happening the previous day, when Avell had injected his serum for the first time into Jesse. His head had spun for the next few hours, before he had been able to find his bearings.

His head began to clear, and he wandered around the room, there being no need for restraint at this particular time. The past few days had been a blur. He had almost given up hope at having help from his friends. Indeed he had almost forgotten about then in the happenings. He hadn't noticed any change in his powers, and even though they had removed his sub dermal governor he had been too weak to hold them for any amount of time. He had had an increasing amount of mood swings, varying between normality and anger, with confused periods.

He was frustrated, he had not worked out why he was here, and there was a nagging voice in the back of his aching mind, which told him the answer was there all along, and all he had to do was remember something. The Avell guy was insane, and yet Jesse vaguely remembered his face, which angered him even more.

He had to escape, he reminded himself at least ten times each minute. He just needed more strength. Just a little longer.

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"Got it Adam, I'm coming back. I have an address. Get ready for action!" Brennan's voice came over the comlink to the others. Shal jumped up, and exclaimed, "At last!" Emma smiled. Adam looked around, and frowned.

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