Clover and Sam lock in on Alex's last GPS position. They quickly land their jet/copter and cycle over to the tunnel she apparently dug.
"Ok, Clover, let's go! But be careful! They may be waiting for us!"
"Right, Sam."
Cautiously the gals follow Alex's tunnel. They are soon in the main tunnel. Clover homes in on Alex's hair barrette, and the gals start moving toward her cell. Their every move is being watched on the security cameras.
"Good! They're heading straight for their friend! GUARDS! Be Ready!"
"Yes sir, Myster!"
The gals make their way to Alex's cell. They can see her bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Clover quickly lasers the lock on the door, as Sam acts as lookout. Soon the two gals are in the cell.
Clover removes Alex's blindfold and gag. Alex cries out "IT'S A TRAP!!!"
Soon the guards start to swarm into the cell, but they reckon not with the fighting skills of Clover and Sam. Sam nails two with hand stand kicks, while Clover hits two more with a flying kick! Alex is struggling to get free so she can help. But the gals are fighting a losing battle! Soon the three of them are surrounded by twenty guards, and the guards pick Clover and Sam up off their feet, rendering them helpless. Alex was not able to get free.
The guards cuff Sam and Clover, and grab Alex. All three are slung over a guards' shoulder and dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the electric tram. ("Ouch!" "Hey!" "Watch it!") They are going to see Myster.
The guards deposit the ladies is Myster's study. Once again he does not turn his chair to face them, as he begins his interrogation.
"So! You two must be Clover and Sam! Which one is which?" Myster asks.
"I'm Clover and you better let us go, or you'll be sorry!"
"Really! I doubt that! My guards have liberated you of your compact communicators and have destroyed them. You'll not be getting any reinforcements anytime soon! Now, why are you snooping in my operation?"
Sam tries the same ruse as Alex. "We're just local spelunkers….."
"OH PLEASE!" says Myster in exasperation, "Can't you come up with a better excuse? You're friend already tried that one before!"
The gals stop talking. They're not telling him anything.
"No response, eh? Very well! We'll move on to your destruction then! Guards! Take them to the vat!" With that, three guards enter the study, put a spy over their shoulder and put them on the tram. Next stop: the vat.