A/N: I'm soo sorry about the late update. I was detoured by a very painful tooth ache all week. All I can say is Ouch! Anyway to make up for it you get two chapters this week. So enjoy!

- Chapter Three : The great Caper! -

The Next couple weeks passed quickly for Ms. Parker as she went across country looking for her ever elusive prey, Jarod. And fortunately neither she or the sweepers caught up with him. He was once again two steps a head of her. In the old days she would be frustrated, and now she only acted the part that fate chose her to play. While at night 'The phantom' was up to her old tricks, again. She researched the layout dilgently, prepared video loops for the security cameras, and unconscionably SIMed the plan intill she was quite sure that she would work perfectly. Yet she still had doubts, and she still wasn't completely cocky about this. She had so much to lose. Not only if caught she could lose her life or worse, but son would suffer the same fate Timmy (aka Angelo) did. And that thought scared to her very core. She prepared for her escape. She would disappear first, and then she would after a couple weeks, she would remove Broots, and Debbie from the folds, then Sydney (along with Michelle & Nicholas) and Angelo. She would get them out, before the end came. They would be the only ones to come out this war unscaved. She knew it was time to go. A year before, she slowly and gradually (so not to catch attention from the Centre) moved every of valuable item out of her house to a secure location.

This was the hardest thing that she had to do, was to send a last encrypted email to Jarod. To say goodbye. She hadn't told him about Oliver As much as she wanted to, she knew she had to cut all ties from the Centre, if they were to survive. And unfortunately that included him. So when he called her two days before her last caper as the phantom was about to go down, she with great willpower, kept all the emotion out voice, and only thanks to her inner sense and the link who gave their support and comfort, gave her the strength to say goodbye, without the pretender's notice. After the call she cried for everything that she was about to gain, and for everything (including her family) that she was about to lose. She knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't mean she have to like it.

XOXO

Sunday night came once again, and it was time to she put the Ms. Parker persona away. And to don on the familiar face phantom. She dressed in a black turtle neck, black stretch pants, low heeled knee boots that went over the stretch pants, leather gloves, and the ever patent ski mask. She crawled the ventilation shafts for what felt like an hour, but it was only in fact twenty minutes, when she felt a pair of eyes on her she turned to her left was met by the green-hazel eyes of Angelo. Without speaking they moved through the shafts, and soon there were over SL-18. The place that they kept Master Parker, since the raids started from the phantom. The Centre relocated most of what they deemed their top classified projects to the sub levels, which had the most security in the whole building.

Ms. Parker shook herself out her reverie, and nodded to Angelo that she was ready, as he carefully unscrewed the vent. Ms. Parker was first to jump down, followed by Angelo. They looked around carefully and spotted him asleep in a little metal cot that instantly clinched at her heart. Master Parker looked up towards her, and his little mouth turned up into a bright smile. Ms. Parker took a deep breath as she crept quickly, and sielntly to the cot. Then she took her son in her hands, and look to Angelo as he just nodded and waved to her. He knew. The empath knew, that this was the last appearance of the phantom, and the last night Ms. Parker would ever show her face in the Centre ever again.

XOXO

Parker quickly climbed up the shaft, with her four year old son in tow. The little boy abnormally quiet & still for some one of his age. As they climbed through the maze of the Centre that she gotten to know so well over the years, and when after a short while she finally got to the place with shafts ended, and the moon light shimmed between the vent face, she looked over to the little person that had his small hand in hers. In her little bag, took out a small canister, and her screw driver. She with her lithe hands, unscrewed the vent face, and threw down a substance that disturbed the sensors enough that get out without the whole Centre knowing. She quickly crept to the car park, dodging and disabling more security cameras as she went. She took off her ski mask, when she got to her Jag, she squatted down to the little boy's level who surprisingly didn't looked the least scared or confused like a normally a boy his age would be in this situation.

"Oliver ?" she said looking into her son's eyes.

He nodded to her, as he climbed into her arms.

"I'm going to take you away, Tokay. But you have to hide in the backseat, and be very quiet. Do you understand?" she said softly. His little head nodded again in the affirmative.

She quickly put him in the backseat as she got into the front seat, quickly took out her bag that she hid underneath the passager seat. Briskly but on her work clothes from today, brushed her hair back into it's usual pristine state, and started the car out of the parking spot in the garage. She drove out the Centre, pass the guards looking her usual Ice Queen self, as Oliver did as he was told and hid in the backseat, so no one could see him. She drove all the way out of Blue Cove, changed cars, hair color, and identitys for both her and her son, in Dover and drove as far as humanly as possible and a far as possible away from the clutches of the Centre.