Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Author's Ramblings: I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of my loyal reviewers. Yep...all three of you... Also I want to say sorry for not getting this out this weekend. Los fin de semanas es mi dia libre (and if you can't tell, I wrote this part during Spanish class. I was saying that weekends are my free days.) Now I'm just going to get on with the story! Woot Woot!

Prologue 3

"This will be a lot harder than I thought..." Jekyll said to the other inhabitants of the room, two of which were staring at everything that was littering the energy field. Wet clothes, burnt matches, the works.

"Jekyll, can you handle this task without me if I were to go aid Alan and Nemo?" Mina asked as she threw a shroud around her shoulders.

"I should be fine, I think." Jekyll said with a hint of confusion in his voice. Mina nodded at the man and turned to leave. As soon as she was gone the three began attempting to concoct a way to help their fallen comrade.

"What we need is a way to counteract the shield," Jekyll stated after a few moments.

"Metal." Ophira chimed in. "Acouple of weeks ago Sawyer gave her a pair of gloves or something with something metal to counteract her powers."

"Most of her powers..." Skinner whispered.

"I believe that if one of us was to hold a strip of metal across where we needed the shield gone we could counteract its ability."

"That's genius!" Jekyll said excitedly. "But where are we going to find a strip of metal?"

Skinner let out an exasperated sigh. "Back to my bedposts."


"Who or what is it we're up against?" Mina asked as she joined Alan and Nemo in their shelter.

"I believe it is my old nemesis, Kronin," Nemo said. "He's not very powerful but he is good with weapons and manipulation. For all we know he could have convinced Sawyer to join on his own."

"Of course, for all we know, he could have Sawyer as one of his sharp shooters right now." Alan said sadly. "We don't know much about this villain."

"How is the girl doing?" Nemo asked suddenly.

"Jekyll believes she will live, as long as they can get to the actual wound."

"Get to the wound?" Alan asked.

"Well, you see, there's been a slight problem..."


Ophira and Skinner were standing in the doorway of his room. Ophira had been, quite literally, drug along by Skinner to help carry one of the support beams. The bed that the beam was coming from was a sad sight. Pieces were all over the floor and most weren't in good condition. If Ophira could have seen it she would have been laughing.

"Those two owe me a new bed," Skinner grumbled as he picked some pieces of it from the ground. He helped Ophira find the end she was holding and soon they were both on their way back to help Angie.

Authors Note: Another chapter come and gone...such a sad sight. So let me know what you think, what you feel, you know, the works! Also, the character Kronin just sort of came from my mind, so he pretty much has no background, storyline, or anything. Pay no attention to coming up with one. He's just a villain for the sake of this fic. Now review my people!