It would be 5am, Samantha would be wide awake. She glanced around, seeing that everyone else would be fast asleep. She stood up and stretched as she returned to the computer room to do more evidence searching. Turning on the flashlight on her suit she walked towards the large black chest that she had sat on earlier to examine the computer.

'Why didn't I think about opening this earlier?' She scolded herself.

Sam knelt in front of the chest as she pulled out her laser lipstick to melt the lock. She then opened the lid to see what was inside. The chest was filled with dust and yellow colored files. Sam coughed as she began to pull out a few of the files and began to look through them. The tabs held very suspicious names that were very familiar to her.

"Bittersweet, Inga," muttered Sam. "Ringmaster. Kozyrev, Vladimir. Tucker, Simon. Saga, Sebastian. Mane, Felicia."

They weren't the others in that chest. Sam gathered those files and placed them to the side of her before she pulled out many more. She began to read the names on the tabs: Joystick, Skip. Dion, Feline. Von Guggen, Helga. Scam, Tate. Hands, Jazz. Snit, Eugene. Bombshell, Bertha. Gus, Boogie.

There were many, many others. Sam's eyes widened as her heart sank to the floor. What did all of these files mean?

"These are all… WOOHP prisoners," Sam put two and two together. "People Clover, Alex, and I brought to justice."

Sam opened up Sebastian Saga's file and began reading through it, hoping to learn something new about their enemy. The small print held new information to their enemy, a first name.

…..

An hour passed since Sam left for the computer room. Britney, Clover, Jerry, and the other WOOHP agents had woken up since then. They all started to eat some oatmeal for their breakfast. Alex was still fast asleep, so everyone was trying to stay as quiet as they possibly could. Sam soon came back to the room, she had a few files in her arms. Britney turned her head when she saw her enter.

"Good morning, Sam," she said. "We have some oatmeal ready. Want some?"

"Yes please," answered Sam.

"What do you have there, Sam?" Jerry asked as Sam placed the files on the floor.

"Files from that black chest that we forgot to check earlier," she answered. "I found some… new information."

"Really?" Clover replied as she handed Sam a bowl of oatmeal.

Sam nodded as she took the bowl and took her first bite. Jerry picked up a file, he suggested that Clover and Britney grab a file. Both of them did, the names sparking memories in their minds.

"Willard?" Britney asked, reading the side tab of the file.

"It can't be," Clover replied, she had Bittersweet's file.

"Open the file," Jerry said, he had Helga Von Guggen's file. "It has a picture of our previous criminals who you girls locked up."

"I couldn't believe it myself," Sam replied, opening Simon Tucker's file. "Reads met with them before we ever confronted them."

"But none of them ever had their face scarred," Britney said.

"Are you saying that our enemies were a part of Reads' cult?" Clover questioned.

"It's a possibility," Jerry answered. "Without this information, we never checked their biceps."

"I'm more than certain that Wilber Reads talked with them," Sam paused. "As far as them being a part of his cult, I don't think they joined. These files only seem to be filed with information about them, and us."

"It goes even deeper than that," Alex spoke before she yawned.

"What are you talking about, Alex?" Clover asked.

"Why did you think I was kidnapped?" She replied, questioning them.

"So Wilber could scar you to make you William's mate," Britney answered, making an educated guess.

"Yes," Alex paused. "Wilber might already be on his way to find out who you three love."

Clover's eyes widened as she pulled out her compowder from her pocket. She opened it up to see if the Reads had moved from Montana. She tracked the Homing Stick Pin, she watched as the signal moved from Montana all the way to California; more specifically…

"They moved!" She exclaimed.

"What!?" Sam replied as she pulled out her own compowder. "When?"

"Early this morning by the look of things," Britney replied, holding her own compowder in her hands.

"Where are they now?" Jerry asked.

"Back in California," Britney answered.

"Beverly Hills more specifically," Sam added.

"Back… home?" Clover replied as her and Sam made eye contact.

Sam's compowder began going off as she answered, placing it to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Sam…" a male voice spoke on the other line, he sounded like he was in pain.

The voice was familiar to her, all too familiar.

"David?!" She replied. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"He's hurting me," David replied.

"No… no, no, no," Sam muttered, her heart sinking deep down in her chest. "David, h-hold on!"

"I don't think he will last long," a new male voice spoke.

Sam shook her head, she knew that the man speaking was their suspect.

"Please, don't… don't hurt him!" She pleaded.

"Sam," Jerry said as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"If you don't come within two days," Wilber Reads said. "You can consider your David a dead man."

After that, the line went dead. Sam froze as her compowder fell from her hand. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Clover ran over to Sam, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Sam, snap out of it!" She reasoned with her. "Don't let him get to you! If he has David, we will save him along with Will. C'mon Sammy, believe in him. You know David will fight through his struggle. He won't stop believing in you! He will wait for you to save him!"

Clover's compowder then went off. She knew that it was from Wilber Reads. Clover answered, ready to give him an earful. She placed her compowder to her ear angrly.

"You must have a lot of guts to call me after breaking my friend down, you pig!" Clover yelled.

"C-Clover," a male voice came through, he was also in pain.

His voice was familiar to her. Like a distant call, Clover could recall that memory of a boy asking for assistance looking for the testing center in the math building. Her eyes widened as she gasped, her heart sank to her stomach.

"C-Connor?" Clover questioned, her voice shaking as she shook her head. "N-No. Not you."

"I believe i-in you… C-Clover," Connor said.

"How sweet," a male voice spoke before there was a sound of a smack.

"NO!" Yelled Clover. "Please! Stop!"

"You only met in one day," Wilber paused. "You both really care for each other that much. Why, it's just about sickening."

"Wilber, please," reasoned Clover. "Leave Connor be."

"If you don't arrive within two days," he began. "You will find Connor dead."

The last thing Clover heard was Connor scream before the line went dead. Like Sam's compowder, her's fell from her hand and fell to the floor. Clover froze, tears were falling from her eyes. Alex looked at them, she could only feel horrible for them. Was William's proclamation to her true? Were they next? Alex sat up as much as she could.

"Clover, Sam," Alex paused. "Don't let him get to you. You still have time to save them! He's only trying to put doubt into your hearts. That is how he likes to play."

Britney looked at Alex and gave a small smile, seeing the strength in Alex's eyes. She hasn't given up: not on herself, not on William, not on David, not on Connor, and not on her friends.

"I want nothing more than to leave this bed to hug and comfort you guys!" Added Alex. "So please! Don't give up, because I haven't."

Sam and Clover blinked after they heard Alex's voice touching their weakened hearts. They turned their heads to look at their friend.

"Alex," both of them said.

Alex smiled at the two of them. Both Sam and Clover stood up as quick as they ran over to hug her gently.

"Alex!" They cried.

They stayed like that for a solid three minutes before Alex turned to look at Britney.

"Britney, take Sam and Clover to Beverly Hills to save them and stop Wilber," Alex paused. "I will give you the description from my dream when you girls get on the plane."

"Take care, Alex," Britney said as she patted both Sam and Clover on the shoulder.