At Bill's apartment, Ralph sat on the edge of the Murphy bed and rubbed his temples. He was feeling better after the dizzy spell, but still couldn't figure out why the suit behaved the way it did. 'If only I hadn't lost that instruction book,' Ralph thought to himself. 'I bet it would tell me about its floating capabilities. I've tried it before, with no luck, so why now?'

Bill walked in with a glass of orange juice as well as a bag of peanuts. Ralph took both and gave the older man a funny look. "Orange juice and peanuts? And you say I need to go to the store more often," he said with a slight chuckle.

"Well, it's the best I have, so eat and drink up. Given that weird dizzy spell you had, I don't want to risk you going out on me completely but still float. I don't know how I'd explain to the paramedics about your Harry Houdini trick."

Ralph nodded and ate a handful of peanuts. "Yeah, I see your point. Listen, do you know where your friend was before he came to the agency today?"

"According to him, he was on vacation for a week in Europe with family until today, but his wife called a couple of days ago and asked how he was. I figured out then he was on an assignment," said Bill.

"Do you think he might have been kidnapped and forced to give out information? Still, you guys are probably trained to beat their tricks."

Bill just shrugged. "That I'm not too sure about kid. While we're trained to withstand a lot of torture techniques, it only goes so far. And, if by some chance he was given something like pentathol, he might have had no choice."

"Great," said Ralph. "Well, do you have anything from him that I could get a holograph off? I mean, if someone kidnapped him, they probably knocked him out and had to carry him to the car."

"Well, I have his watch and St. Christopher medal, he never took them off 'til..." said Bill with a slight hesitation. "I'll get them."

As Bill turned to get the items off his desk, Ralph saw an image off the wall. "Wait a second Bill, I'm getting a holograph. It's, well, my home. Pam's mopping and spilled the bucket on the kitchen floor. She's reaching for a towel on the counter to clean it up."

"Great kid, now you know whether the Counselor is making sure she's also the happy homemaker as well as big time attorney," said Bill. "Come on, Ralph pay atten. ..."

"Shh, Bill, this is strange enough as it is I mean. ..." Ralph stopped when he saw Pam knock over the plugged kitchen toaster, causing it to crash on the kitchen floor and expose its wires to the water. He watched in horror as Pam fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Oh no, Pam! Bill, she's been electrocuted," shouted Ralph as he shed his street clothes to the jammies.

"Well, get there kid, I'll follow in the car and call an ambulance. ..." responded the FBI agent.

Ralph nodded and ran outside. He took a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching and took three steps and jumped, taking flight. As he was flying, Ralph prayed that Pam was all right and thought of what to do when he got there. He didn't want to lose the woman he loved to a dumb accident he could've prevented.

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At the Hinkley home, Pam Hinkley opened the bedroom door, stretching out after taking a nap, and headed toward the kitchen. She had a long day at the law office, and the nap helped out. As she was getting a soda, she heard the back door crash into the house and Ralph's voice getting louder and more worried as he approached the kitchen. "Pam, Pam can you hear me? Are you here, Pam!"

"Yeah, hun, I'm here," said Pam as Ralph entered the kitchen, staring at her in disbelief. "What's wrong? You know you shouldn't crash through the back door. You're going to have the neighbors asking questions," she asked.

"Huh...oh, Pam I'm fine, but it was you I was worried about," he said once he got his voice back. "I got a holograph that you were mopping the floor and spilled the bucket."

"Ralph, I do that sometimes when I mop, that happens," said Pam.

"Well ... it gets worse," said Ralph. "As you were reaching for a towel, you knocked the toaster off kitchen shelves. It crashed the ground, and well, you were electrocuted."

Pam was confused. "Electrocuted? Ralph, I haven't been mopping today. This is the first time I've been in the kitchen since breakfast. What's wrong, you don't suppose the suit's given you precognition again?"

"I'm not sure," said Ralph. "For some reason, the suit's been doing strange things today, and I don't know why. But the important thing is that you're all right."

"Fine hun, but to be on the safe side, I think I'll make sure the toaster is unplugged and wait another day before I mop," said Pam uneasily.

They heard ambulance sirens in the distance. Ralph blanched a bit. "Oh no, Bill called an ambulance, and you're all right," said Ralph. "What are we going to say to the paramedics?"

"Don't worry, we can say that I fainted, but I'm all right" said Pam. "I can refuse treatment then, that is, so long as Bill didn't say I was electrocuted. Now, what's this all about Ralph?"

They both went into the dining room and waited for Bill to get there. Ralph filled Pam in on everything that happened during the day, as he had a feeling that it might take all three of them to figure out what was going on with the suit.

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That afternoon, the enemy organization scouted out their target, looking at all signs of weakness. When they found the spot they needed to enter in, they disabled the circuitry and went inside.

After making short work of the people inside, the group pilfered all sorts of weapons, including machine guns, ammunition and bombs. The biggest prize was a bomb large enough alone to destroy an entire city.

The leader of the group waited in the van and heard the communicator ring. "Yeah, what do you need," he asked.

"Malachite, we've got the items we needed from the weaponry. Our 'agent' was useful in getting the information for us."

"Good," said Malachite with a grin. "Did you make sure there were no witnesses?"

"Yeah, they're all out, and given there's gas here too, when they're found, their stories about us won't be believed," said the henchman, "Now, what do you want us to do with the bomb?"

"Simple, I need you to bring it to the hydroelectric plant. It's time to destroy the evidence we were here in Los Angeles ... all evidence."