That voice! It was familiar to the three spies. It was a voice they haven't heard in years and had missed so much. One of the WOOHP agents had taken their hair out of a long ponytail before they took off the sunglasses they were wearing. The olive skinned woman held a familiar smile with familiar violet eyes.
"Britney!" Clover cried out.
"Hey girls," Britney replied, giving a slight wave motion with her fingers.
"Britney has been working undercover with us for quite some time now," Jerry replied. "She asked me to send her on this particular mission. And I couldn't reject her from seeing her friends."
"Even though I knew the dangers of this mission would potentially bring, I didn't back down," added Britney. "Not if I couldn't see my best friends again."
That brought a smile to the spies' faces. Sam gave her a reassuring smile, Clover wanted to go up and hug her, and Alex could only smile. In retrospect, Alex would've liked to get up and hugged all three of them; holding them close for a few moments or so. She knew that she couldn't help in this mission due to being incompetent to do so.
"He hasn't made a move, nor has he made the chance to escape. Right now, he is toying with us, making sure we gather our full strength," Jerry said.
"It feels like we are in a warzone," Clover sighed.
"Then let's treat it like one," Sam replied. "We should rest up before Clover, Britney, and I go searching for their new hideout."
With those words said out of Sam's mouth, only made the stone grow colder and stronger within Alex. Alex really didn't say much at that time, which was kind of unusual for her. The thing on her mind was that call from the masked man, and the interruptions from William.
"Promise you'll save him," Alex said softly, looking right at Sam.
"William?" Sam asked, returning Alex's glance.
Alex nodded, her eyelids beginning to close against one another. Britney placed a hand on her friend's head gently.
"We will, Alex," she said.
…
Distantly, she could hear the sound of mourns gathering into a nearby church chapel. Opening her eyes, Alex looked at the space around her. It was unfamiliar to her, but the sky was familiar as if it was a long lost friend.
"What's going on?" Alex asked herself quietly. "Am I dreaming?"
Wearing a calf length white dress, Alex began walking towards the sound where she heard the mourners. The large cobalt building stood before her, the Church of Beverly Hills. Thinking nothing much of it, Alex walked right in. The long corridor led her to a funeral procession… but for who? Alex began to look at the blurred faces of the invited guests, trying to see if any of them looked familiar to her. Not even one face seemed familiar. Alex continued down the line towards the cherry pink colored casket, seeing a Snow White like character laying inside it. However unlike the Disney movie, Alex knew this real life Snow White was dead. The woman's long black hair was braided over her shoulder, her skin was cold and white as the dread of winter, and dressed in a beautiful blue gown. Alex admired her beauty for a few moments before she could hear soft cries coming from to the right of her. She turned her head, seeing a little boy kneeling on a tall chair glancing into the casket. Alex began studying him closely: tan skin, short black hair, and sea-blue eyes.
"William?" She asked.
"Mommy, open your eyes," the young child pleaded.
He couldn't hear her. What was happening?
"Mommy!" Cried the boy. "Mommy please!"
"William, come away," an older man's voice said. "The funeral is about to begin."
Alex turned to see who was speaking. The man was tall, muscular built, dark brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in a stitched up suit, and gave off such a sinister feel. His presence gave off a familiar vibe to Alex. Could it be? No. It couldn't.
"Yes, Father," Young William spoke as he got off the chair and walked over to him.
Alex's eyes widened. This is when it made all sense, she was dreaming.
"Will!" She yelled, trying to get her voice to reach him.
There was a moment when the young version of her boyfriend and her locked eyes before Alex was pulled out from that dream. Was it possible he saw her?
…..
Alex's eyes shot open, her breathing was heavy. She glanced around, seeing Britney at her aid.
"Are you okay, Alex?" She questioned. "You woke up in quite a panic."
Alex slowly began to calm down as she nodded.
"Just a nightmare I guess," she answered. "Why aren't you sleeping? You're leaving with Sam and Clover in the morning."
"It's my turn for watch," Britney replied. "Try to rest, Alex. You are going to need it more than the rest of us."
"Yeah. Hey, Britney?"
"Yes?"
"Before you guys leave in the morning, please wake me up," Alex paused. "There's something important I have to say."
"Of course."