Slash woke up to find himself in a very dark room. He squinted, attempting to create fragile tears in his eyes in order to see clearer. There was a greenish glow on the walls, accompanied by a bluish, florescent light to the left in his peripheral vision. The florescence, he discovered, was coming from a computer screen…three in fact. That's when he remembered that he was at Wendy's. He had fallen asleep on his own arm, which left a watch imprint on his forehead. He Slash lifted his head to try and find Wendy without moving. She was plastered to her three screens typing frantically and searching, but he didn't know what for.

"Wendy…what time is it?" He asked, sounding a lot like someone who was having a major hangover. Wendy sighed a little, giggling under her breath, no matter how much she tried to make it stop.

"It's about 4 in the morning. I didn't want to tell you…but you cried yourself to sleep right in that chair about seven hours ago." She replied, "I am just trying to check Dimitri's blogs to see if he left any clues." Slash scooted towards Wendy, watching her scan through both Dimitri's and Nancy's online journals on different screens, amazed at her ability to process that amount of information in such small increments of time.

"Did you find anything?" Slash asked, already guessing the answer. Wendy shook her head, still reading the blogs. "Maybe he has a website or something…" Slash suggested.

"I could look it up on a browser." Wendy replied, typing the information into a window on her third screen. Wendy scrolled down the page, "Hmmmm….that's interesting." She said. Slash looked interested. "He seems to be on a lot of these websites…but they're all police monitored as well as government created. Slash was very much interested.

"What?" Slash asked in confusion. Wendy clicked on one of the links, connecting her to a watch list posted by the American Government. All of the sudden, links and photos with newspaper articles attached starting popping up on all of Wendy's screens. "I had my windows routed so that if I found something, I could pull up a lot of info fast." She bragged about her monster computer system. Slash began reading some of the articles out loud.

"Dimitri Rounsful caught in act of stock market fraud as he invests money in companies his father is later to buy out. Companies like Seattle Wick Wine and Omnicorp Financial are two of the list of ten that Dimitri was caught buying….Wendy…you gotta print out this list. If he is hiding someone somewhere it's going to be in one of these facilities." Slash demanded. Wendy typed away, arranging a list of alleged places for the holding of Nancy.

"You do realize that these are all in Seattle," Wendy asked, pulling the page out of her printer and handing it to Slash. He nodded, knowing exactly what he had to do. He stuffed the paper in his pocket and walked out of the room, a somber look on his face. "Wait…" Wendy asked, getting caught in her gel chair. "Slash…" she said again, still struggling to get out of her chair. Finally, once the chair released her, she ran to her front door which is where Slash was standing, his pack on and snowboard in hand. "Please Slash, don't go without my help." She begged. Slash stopped.

"I don't want to get either of us into trouble." He explained, not turning to face her.

"Slash…I have…equipment….equipment that you might need. Please Slash, if I can't go with you, at least go safe." She cried. Slash turned around to look at Wendy, sad that her two friends were in such danger.

"What kind of equipment…"

Nancy couldn't breathe. She had to hide. Eventually…if Dimitri followed her in…he would find her if she just stayed near a cubicle. Wandering around to fifteenth floor, she came upon a free worker. Grabbing his shoulder, she asked, "Excuse me, I'm here to help review this buildings integrity…do you know where the ventilation system control room is." Nancy wasn't sure whether the man believed her or not. He gave her directions anyway, making Nancy believe she might have caught a break. Taking the elevator to the lobby, Nancy noticed some of Dimitri's men in the elevator next to her. How did they know I came in here? Nancy asked herself, pushing her body against the only wall not made of glass.

When the elevator finally reached the first floor, Nancy could make out the sign "Ventilation Control" on a door adjacent to the elevator. She carefully scanned her surroundings before stepping out of the glass cage. There was no sign of Dimitri or his men. Her shoes clicked almost silently against the tile floor as Nancy stealth sprinted to the door opening it only slightly to avoid detection. She peeked inside to make sure no one was around to ask who she was. There wasn't an Omnicorp uniform in sight. Now, all Nancy had to do was figure out how she was going to get into the vents without revealing her hiding spot. She searched her pockets for the glass and the rock …hoping that maybe they would help her in this instance as well. She pulled out the glass carefully inserting it into each screw, and began unscrewing them. Every once in a while, Nancy would lift her head to make sure no one was watching or approaching her. When the last screw fell to the floor, she carefully set the grate behind some boxes, as a sort of hiding place for any evidence of her escape. She also locked the door, hoping to stall her discovery. Once everything was set in place, Nancy crawled into the vent, climbing and creeping into a comfortable crawl space. She could see the entire lobby from a grate. All of Dimitri's men were elsewhere in the building, except a few who guarded the main entrance. Nancy thought hard, trying to understand how she could possibly get away with this. All she could do….was wait.

"Wendy, where in hell did you get all of these weapons?" Slash asked, completely astonished at the wide selection of gadgets that lay before him. Rack upon rack of miscellaneous weapons and other adorning gear were set neatly on a secret shelf in Wendy's house.

"I made them…well, customized them." Wendy gleamed. Slash was still marveling at all that lay before him.

"This is incredible. What do these do?" Slash asked, pointing to a rather large pistol that looked like it had a cologne bottle attached to its top.

"That shoots microscopic, battery-powered tazer bullets." Wendy replied, "None of these items are very good at killing people, but they'll definitely take 'm out of action for as long as you see fit." Slash ran his fingers across the shining metal. Grappling devices, smoke bombs, tazer bullets, masks, grenades….she had it all. Slash looked at Wendy.

"I'm going to need a lot of this stuff. Do you honestly trust me with these?" Slash inquired. Wendy only smiled.

"Slash, I trust enough to give you Monica."

"Monica? Who's Monica?" Slash questioned. Wendy reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of silvery keys.