Nancy could feel her heart in her throat. When am I going to be able to get out of here? She thought to herself. Employee after employee had left the building. She had no idea what time it was, but she was getting drowsy. To make things worse, she hadn't seen a single one of Dimitri's men in hours (or so it seemed). It occurred to her, that she hadn't really planned this very well at all. What is going to happen to me if they find me? How do I get out of this one? Besides, how are the police going to know I'm here, if they come at all. How could they know she was in trouble? Nobody knew she was there at all. Her heart kept pumping blood at an alarmingly speedy rate. Her mind kept wandering back to Snowboard Town. Does Slash even know I'm gone? Maybe, the idea of Slash coming to her rescue was wishful thinking. Either way, Nancy had to find a different hiding place than the vents….she discovered, were nothing but dead ends.

"Oh my god Wendy," Slash marveled. "Where did…How did," he couldn't finish his sentences. The car that stood before him was indescribably beautiful. He ran his fingers over the shiny black covering, taking in every angle.

"A 2006 Lamborghini Spyder…. With a few alterations of course," Wendy explained. Slash jumped in and sat in the driver's seat, placing his hands on the wheel.

"She's gorgeous," Slash awed.

"She's expensive," Wendy replied, placing her hands next to Slash's, "So you better be careful." She then began to point and label every alteration she had made to Monica, making sure Slash knew where everything was, and that he thoroughly understood how each gadget worked. Slash listened intently, learning every inch of the car.

"As long as you remember all this, you should be good," Wendy stopped, dangling the keys from her ring finger right in front of Slashes face. Ever so gently, Slash took the keys from Nancy and pushed then into the ignition. A chill ran down his spine as he revved the engine, watching the garage door slowly open in front of him. "Remember, you got to bring Nancy back in one piece, or you sir, are in big trouble with me." Wendy warned.

"Got it," Slash gave her the thumbs up and raced out of the garage. As soon as he was out of sight, Wendy made her way back into her house.

"I'm never going to see either of them again am I?" She mumbled to herself.

Slash floored it as he zoomed down the road out of Snowboard Town, trying to remember what Wendy said about his new car. Once he was on the Highway, headed for Seattle, he pulled the list of buildings out of his pocket. He and Wendy had managed to narrow the list down to buildings: Seattle Wick Wine and Omnicorp Enterprises.Cars in front of him practically parted to let him through."I wonder how I get to that Winery." He asked himself, wishing he knew his way around Seattle, even though he was far from there, and it looked to be a long lonely drive. He passed sign after sign, as miles after miles ran on for hours and hours. Even after he had been driving for at least three hours, he was still three hundred miles out from Seattle. Slash could however, begin to smell a bitter salt in the air. He was getting close.

The snow kept on getting thinner and thinner on the sides of the road as he got closer and closer to the Seattle border. The smell of the bay was getting stronger, and as he looked over his head, a sort of smog was wafting over him. Looking back at the road ahead of him, he read a sign: Seattle 15. As he slowly made his way over a hill, he saw mountains….but they weren't mountains….Slash quickly discovered they were gigantic buildings, Skyscrapers to high to measure. Slash felt alone, and confused. For the first time, he felt not at home, now that he was far from home. He pushed a little blue button next to the ignition as watched out of the corner of his eye, the radio turn into a navigation device.

"Destination please," a voice from nowhere asked.

"Seattle Wick Wine," Slash answered, in a disturbingly monotonous tone. The directions to Seattle Wick Wine mapped out before him on his radio screen, making Slash feel a little safer.

"At current speed, ten minutes to Destination," The voice detailed. Slash thanked the voice from nowhere. "You're Welcome," she replied.

Slash carefully followed the directions from Monica until he could see bits and pieces of Seattle Wick Wine from between the buildings in the residential district he found himself in. Worried about where to park Monica (to avoid theft), Slash was relieved to find a rather secluded parking garage next to Seattle Wick Wine, and even more comforted to find the fifth floor completely empty. He parked neatly in the back of the fifth floor to avoid detection and replaced to top. Climbing out of the car, he walked to the trunk and lifted it; only one item rest in the trunk space, a black backpack which contained all of what Slash needed for this trip. Once he grabbed his pack, he closed the trunk gently and began to walk away from Monica, pressing the lock button as he went. Hurrying over to the elevator, he waited for the doors to open and stepped inside. He pressed the ground floor button and began unzipping his pack, pulling out the tazer gun. The sign above the elevator door read "3" and to his dismay, he felt the elevator jolt to a halt. As the doors slowly opened, Slash didn't have enough time to stow his gun before the family of four stepped inside. The mother was carrying a little girl, who was staring relentlessly at Slash. He tried his best to look invisible, but the dad stood next to him, glancing every often at the gun Slash was carrying. Nervously, the dad asked, "Going down?" Slash only nodded, waiting for the elevator to finally reach the bottom floor. He could help but notice the worried expression on the father's face. The dad looked down at the weapon, and then to Slash. Before the father could ask, Slash lied. "Paintball." My friend is somewhere around here."

"Ah," the father replied.

"Don't worry though; he won't fire on me unless he has a clear shot."

"That's a relief." The entire family giggled a bit.

The elevator finally came to a stop, and Slash was happy to see the family load up into their Mini-Van and head away from the winery. Walking along the sidewalk towards the old building, it hit Slash in the face just how big the structures surrounding him really were. He saw the front door up ahead. In Slash's head, he began to formulate a plan, checking to see how many tazer bullets were in his gun.

"Okay…here we go." He said to himself, hiding the gun from sight.

He pushed open the front door and scoped out the place. There were very few people around. This made Slash a little calmer, even though he had a feeling that he was about to fire on the one person in the lobby, which was the teenage secretary. She was on the phone, arranging a tour, when Slash calmly walked up to the desk.

"Have a nice day Mrs. Garston," she fare welled, looking up at Slash like he was just a customer. "May I help you?" Slash began spinning his story.

"Yeah, I am here to drop off a very important letter to a Dimitri Rounsful…is he in today?"

The secretary looked a little skeptical at first, as she eyed him up and down, possibly looking for a nametag. She stopped and began talking in her secretary voice.

"I saw him come in earlier, but he might have left by now. Would you like me to take it to his office for you?" She said, rearranging a few papers on her desk, and lifting from her seat. Slash tried to keep her from moving.

"No, that's not necessary. I'll just drop it by his office," he said, making a move towards the hallway next to the desk, "This way yes?" The secretary got up in a hurry, as if she had just seen a terrorist walk by her.

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to stop……sir….SIR!" she yelled. She then picked up her walkie-talkie. "I have a code 457 red team a code…" Before she could repeat her codes, Slash had shot her with a tazer bullet. He watched her fall to the ground in complete shock.

"Oh god," Slash said to himself, realizing that he had technically just shot somebody. He quickly continued to walk down the hall, looking for any more guards and more importantly, any place where he could be holding Nancy. He hid in the shadows as he watched guard upon guard begin to search for the code 457, whatever that was. He saw a trapdoor on the ground next to a few men who seemed to be standing around for no apparent reason. "Nancy," he said to himself, running quietly over to the door, trying not to alarm the two men standing near it.

He dropped down into what seemed to be a wine cellar and began descending down the stairs, looking for any sign of Nancy. "Nancy?" he whispered loudly. Moving about the cellar, gun pointed straight forward, ready to fire on anybody who wasn't Nancy. He stepped into the light of a tiny lantern on the side of a wall, and looked around again, searching for any sign of her. He moved closer to the wall but tripped on something. Looking down, he saw what he had tripped on. "Chains," he gasped. Nancy was here, but she got away…or even more likely, was taken away. That means she's got to be at Omnicorp Enterprises," he concluded. Turning around, he looked down at his gun to make sure it was loaded. He sighed, wishing that he had found her here alone and that this whole mess would be over, he looked up….straight into the eyes of the two men who were guarding the wine cellar.

"Well lookie here Adam….we got a stow-away." The first guy said. Without warning, he punched Slash in the face, sending him slamming against the back wall, and sending his gun flying somewhere he couldn't see. Adam laughed at Slash with his buddy.

"Hey Bryan, I bet he's the boyfriend," he giggled like a grade-school girl.

"Oh yeah," Bryan said, as he walked up to Slash, picking him up by his shirt collar. "You know what boss is gonna do to Nancy? Huh? Do yah?" He teased Slash, as Slash squirmed to get out of his grip. "He's gonna marry the bitch and then kill her once he's got her all alone….well, that is, after he has his fun with her. How do you like the sound of that?" Bryan laughed, not listening or really paying any attention to Slash, who was growling like a dog and staring Bryan down. Bryan dropped Slash and began laughing hysterically at the situation. He didn't notice slash pull out a circular object from his backpack pocket and slip it between his fingers. Bryan stopped laughing as Adam pushed him aside gently.

"We can't have you messing up the bosses plans….or we'll end up dead." Adam said, unsheathing a knife, "Just like you're going to be." Slash saw his gun gleam in the light from the lantern. He smiled, concocting a plan.

"No, we can't have that at all." Slash agreed. This made Adam and Bryan a little confused, and they looked at him with like expressions. "Unless I do this," Slash spat, throwing the ball against the ground before Adam or Bryan could react. Smoke poured out of the ball as Slash slipped towards his gun. The two men fought their way out of the smoke, coughing as the stumbled in the grey.

"Where'd he go?" Adam asked, stupefied. They heard a whistle from by the stairs.

"Looking for me?" Slash teased before shooting both men with a tazer bullet. He watched them fall, and then slammed the trap door open, not caring who heard; he was out of this mess. Running down the hall, he noticed four or five employees look up and point to him screaming, "GET HIM!" One of them was cradling the secretary in his arms like a newborn, cussing at Slash as he bolted out the door.

Slash had never run that fast in his entire life. "Come on come on come on come on!" He prayed, pressing the elevator button repeatedly. "Screw it!" he yelled, noticing about five men come chasing behind him. He ran up the flights of stairs trusting that the men had followed suit and not taken the elevator. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and began rapidly pressing the unlock button on his remote for the car, as well as the "Lower Top" button, watching the car change into a convertible. He jumped into the driver's seat, shoving the key into the ignition and turning it as he fastened his seatbelt. Slash revved the engine and thrust into reverse, backing up like a mad man and screeching down the ramp, flooring it on every curve in attempts to get out as soon as possible. I feel like Nicholas Cage in Matchstick Men, he thought to himself. He thought he was home free by the time he reached the first floor, almost out of the complex. He stopped at the toll booth like a normal person would, and began searching his bag for any form of money. In his rear view mirror, he could see a man chasing the car. More frantically now, he searched his bag as the person in the booth gave him dirty looks. The man was screaming, "DON'T LET HIM THROUGH! DON'T LET HIM THROUGH!"

"I'm sorry sir, I can't let you through." The employee said, pressing the lock button on the gate. Slash looked up at the employee, as he saw the man chasing get closer.

"Like hell you can't." Slash calmly commented, flooring the pedal and breaking the gate as he sped off down the road, avoiding traffic in a frenzied manner.

He pressed the blue button again.

"Destination please," Monica calmly asked.

"OMNICORP ENTERPRISES!" Slash yelled, still dodging cars in both lanes. There was a pause.

"Did you say….Omnicorp Enterprises?" Monica asked. Slash heaved an agitated sigh.

"YES!" he screamed.

"One moment please," she replied.

"Could ya hurry!" Slash pleaded, stressing out from the danger he was facing. As the directions mapped out to Omnicorp, he looked down briefly, and memorized the way to where Nancy could have been. Suddenly, he heard a loud car horn ahead of him. Slash looked up a screamed bloody murder as he over-corrected in attempts to get out of the way of a big rig headed straight for him. He pulled onto the onramp of the free way, and slowed down, realizing he was in no more immediate danger.