Back at a small café by the park, Adam, Andrew, Gloria, Tess and Sam sat sipping cups of coffee in a cozy booth in the corner. "We're going to need a lot of help." Adam stated with a helpless sigh as he leaned back into the booth seat and went over the plan they had previously formulated in his head. Andrew nodded and sighed as well for – what must have been – the thousandth time that day. "Yes, but we, unlike our enemies, don't give up our co-workers without a fight." He reminded reassuringly. "In fact, we're not giving her up at all. No matter what." He assured again, though he was clearly forcing himself to sound that confident.
Enough said, the five of them stood from the booth and headed out the door with a new sense of mission in their stride. They already knew where to go. It didn't take them long to get there. Upon entering the alleyway, they were immediately hit with the lung-blocking sense of smoke and pollution. They coughed a few times and finally managed to clear their airways. It was then that Gloria suggested they split up to work faster. They all agreed and headed off in different directions.
Andrew jogged down the main alleyway, more determined than the rest on finding their friend. He knew where he was and how much danger he himself was in, but right now he just didn't care. He just had to find her. No question about it. He cared about her and if anything happened to her…he just didn't know what he would do. As he ran and searched he sent up a constant prayer to please let Monica be okay when he found her.
As he rounded a corner, Andrew suddenly caught his breath as his eyes fell upon his friend. "Oh no." He breathed in pure dread as he noted his friend unconscious and beaten on the ground. In another second, he was on his knees next to her. It was impossible to tell from looking at her if she was even alive.