As the sun slowly crept from beneath the fading darkness, its transient light filtered through the open window on an apartment in Sydney. It was apparently empty although there was evidence that it had been preoccupied days before. From outside on the hallway the sounds of foot steps resounded inside the room, and then entered three strange looking professional. Heading the strange group was a striking woman in her middle years, with brown hair and an air of irritation; she walked into the hallway followed by a man in his late years. The other two men, with guns in there hands went into the other adjoining rooms in search of something or someone. "What do you think your monkey boy is up to now?" Inquired Miss Parker at a quick glance at her surroundings. As was usual Andrea spotted all the usual objects left by Jaord, PEZ and Mr. Potato head, and on the table was his red Notebook, and evidence of his latest actions. Sydney who had by then began to explore all of the objects that had been left behind glanced at Andrea "I have no idea, but I believe these may hold to clue that that Question" He held up a book on Aerodynamics, "Trusting your Instincts", plus many more and several models of Historical Planes. Miss Parker kicked a object lying on the ground and navigated her way towards Sydney. It was then that Sam came in and address Andrea "He isn't here, but there is something you should see". With that Statement both Sydney and Miss Parker followed Sam into what appeared to be the bedroom and scattered all along the floor was bottles of alcohol, and other evidence to suggest that Jarod had become a drunk.
A look of disbelief crossed Miss Parkers faces, and she recalled the young Jarod that she once knew "Jarod wouldn't do drugs" she stated towards Sydney, not just as a statement but as a question as well. "Jarod will do what is necessary to become the pretender he needs to be, it wouldn't be the first time that we have found evidence of this kind of experimentation, but I do hope his is alright". Examining the bottles that lay cluttered on the floor, Sydney sighed and a look of deep concern crossed on his face, and he prayed to himself and god that Jarod was alright. Andrea, who had by then become increasingly irritated began to Stalk back towards the exit of the apartment, "Come on Sydney, your Lab Rat isn't here, let the sweeper team gather everything up", and then Sydney and Miss Parker left the apartment and headed back out towards there car.
Meanwhile…
The airport was exceptionally busy as Jarod headed towards the gate to board the plane waiting to leave for Vancouver, although that wasn't the reason that Jarod was here. The real reason was in fact the man who was at this very moment turning the corner. He stood at 5.9, with dark hair like Jarod's, although exceptionally unkempt, his own face was drawn as if he hadn't slept for several days, and his clothes ruffled and stained. He looked every bit the beggar or scum of the earth, but Jarod new better. He watched the man whom Jarod knew from his news paper clippings as Michael Jason. It was at that moment that a Co-Pilot came out from a side entrance, heading towards the plane, that Michael started to yell. "You bastard, you murder, you took his life away, you..." Before he could finish several burly bodyguards grabbed by the shoulders and roughly dragged he towards an exit...