Ben laid snuggled up, and sandwiched between, Firedrake and Sorrel respectfully. Twigleg was fast asleep in the crook of Ben's neck (despite Ben constantly asking him not to in fear of Twigleg being squished). They were resting in Virginia and by tomorrow they'd be in Kansas. Ben had only opened his eyes for a second just to check the time in his sleepy daze. 11:19 AM his phone screen showed him. Placing his phone back down he nuzzled Firedrake's scales ready to fall back into sleep's warm embrace, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen as only seconds later his phone's ringtone went off. Ben, not wanting to fully wake up right here and now, reached over and just squeezed the button on the right of his phone silencing it. It only lasted for about three seconds as whoever was calling him tried again. Sighing out, and hearing Sorrel sigh out in her own angry sigh, made Ben reach over and grab his phone to see just who was calling him.

Sicily.

Letting out a groan, Ben hit the green answer button. "Yeah?" He answered in a deep tired voice. Ben felt his eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the obvious sound of faint sobbing in the background of the phone call. "Sicily?" He asked her again in hopes of getting her to speak. After a few seconds, he finally got a reply from her.

"Don't come to Kansas… for your own safety… stay away!" Then there was a loud 'click' telling Ben that Sicily had hung up. Ben gave a loud sigh and slowly sat up now only to quickly reach out and grab Twigleg who had fallen from Ben's neck.

"Oof!" Twigleg huffed sleepily as he looked up at Ben. Ben rubbed his eyes tiredly with his one hand before grabbing his phone and looking at it. "What happened?" Twigleg questioned as he looked up at Ben.

"I'm not sure." Ben went through his recent call history and clicked on Sicily's number. He then brought his phone up to his ear and waited. He only got two rings before someone answered. Someone who wasn't Sicily.

"Hello, this is special agent O'Neil. Can I ask who is calling?"

Ben sat up a little straighter. "Special agent…" Ben muttered to himself as he scratched his slightly fuzzy chin in thought. He knew that a special agent meant something in America, that this person wasn't just a cop.

"Tell me, or don't. I already got your information so it doesn't matter. I hope you have a passport on your person, Mr. Greenbloom. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon." Then the line went dead. Ben sucked in a deep breath, looked at Twigleg, then back at his phone 'Special agent…' Ben thought quietly as his brow furrowed. Without answering Twigleg's question Ben went to google on his phone and quickly typed in 'Special agent'. From there he was greeted with his answer.

"Well… Scheiße." Ben cursed under his breath. Twigleg looked at Ben's phone then back up at him.

"FBI?" Twigleg questioned with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah, basically the MI6." Ben sucked in a deep breath and then rubbed his face uneasily. "I better call Guin about this. It seems the twins were taken in for some sort of questioning."

Sicily let out a soft whimper as she uneasily tapped her fingers against the interrogation table. She, Kyo, Amadeus, and even Alice were all currently in the Topeka police station. She was alone, they wouldn't let her with Kyoto, for obvious reasons, and she felt so… scared. Sicily just felt scared. She's never been away from Kyo for too long, hell, even Pastor Larry wanted them to be together when he forced them to marry him. She wanted her sister here with her, but that wasn't allowed.

Sicily sucked in an uneasy breath and shivered, the room felt like it was getting colder and colder with each passing moment. Goosebumps started to rise on her flesh making her rub her arms to try and bring it down. The door to the room opened and Sicily shakily looked over at Agent O'Neil. O'Neil had a manilla file in his hand as he walked over towards Sicily. He then pulled out the chair that was across from her. Agent O'Neil let out a loud groan as he sat down. He then tapped a manilla folder on the table.

"Oh god, it feels good to sit down. Long day. Long day." He spoke loudly enough for Sicily to hear him.

"Oh?" Sicily questioned him and she instantly regretted it once she realized that's obviously what he wanted.

"Well, yeah. I've been awake for the past twenty-four hours trying to figure out just what the hell happened to that town. I mean over thirty people get killed? That's a lot of paperwork." He then opened the folder and started to take out some pictures- almost all from the village.

"Well, my twin and I had nothing to do with it!"

"Well, that's not exactly what your father says, is it?"

"..." Sicily felt her breath get caught in her throat a little at that. The fact that this man had talked to her dad was enough to take the wind out of her. "My dad… he's a liar!" Sicily almost screamed at Agent O'Neil. She knew right off the bat he didn't believe her. O'Neil leaned across the table and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Elaborate? Because according to your father, You and your twin ran away, let out all of his livestock in a petty fit against him-"

"He tried to marry us to Pastor Larry!"

"He claims that's not true-"

"-Yeah, because Pastor Larry is dead and can't testify against anything. Not that he'd tell the truth anyway." Sicily grumbled the last bit of her sentence in her own bitter anger. That was when the interrogation door opened and a dark brown woman dressed professionally in a black dress suit. Her dark brown hair was high on her head put into a bun. She placed a briefcase on the table and quickly addressed Sicily first.

"-Don't you say another word, Sicily!" The woman quickly told Sicily in an urgent matter. "How dare you interrogate a minor without their lawyer present!" The woman was quick to turn on O'Neil.

"And you are?" Agent O'Neil demanded.

"Ashley Bennette, Sicily's lawyer appointed by her aunt." She then sat down next to Sicily and crossed one leg over the other. She then opened her briefcase and put on some reading glasses before pulling a paper out of her case. "You are interrogating my client, her sibling, and their two friends for being persons of interests in a terrorist attack? Seriously?" Ashley just sounded so fed up and Sicily honestly loved it. "Also, it's come to my attention that you used her phone without permission to do so. I have reason to believe you are tracking all of her phone calls, correct?" Ashley gave O'Neil a cynical little smile at that and Sicily just watched in mild glee as agent O'Neil was turning a rather nasty shade of red. "Doesn't matter. Sicily doesn't have to say a thing unless you actually have reason to believe she did what you say she did."

"You know, I just find it funny how a couple of twins managed to get away from- what they claim to be- a cult and then a year later everyone in that 'cult' is dead along with everything else. I just find that a little suspicious… but it's not just that. Did you know forensics did a test on the tire tracks to and from the town? Mr. Amadeus tires were not only found going to the town more than once but were also found leaving at least once. Now judging by the fact that you two went there the second time around then why did you guys go there the first time? Hm?" Sicily felt her heart plummet to her stomach, but before she could respond in any way shape or form, Ashley spoke for her.

"How exactly do you know that Sicily was with Amadeus Mcathy the first time around?"

"I have my resources."

"You're lying. You're doing guessing work, now, if we're done here?"

Agent O'Neil let out an audible growl at Ashley, his brow furrowed down in anger, and his death glare was on point, to say the least. Sicily was impressed. Then he composed himself in a blink of an eye. "Tell me, Ms. Genesis. Why exactly did you and Amadeus go to the village? I mean even if you and your sister had nothing to do with the destruction. Then why go back if you hated it so much?"

Sicily expected Ashley to answer for her like she's been doing, but she didn't say a thing, instead, she just looked at Sicily in the same inquiring way O'Neil was. Sicily felt her breath get hitched before she swallowed hard. "I…" She paused. The spotlight was on her now. She could feel began to crack. This wasn't the same as lying to daddy.

"Sicily, you need to be honest here," Ashley told her once Sicily refused to speak for a few seconds.

"... We did go there the first time." Sicily couldn't stop herself from telling the truth. "But we had nothing to do with the destruction! The village was already gone by the time we got there-"

"Why go there then!?" O'Neil snapped at her.

"Sicily that's enough-" Ashley tried to get her to be quiet, but Sicily couldn't stop.

"Because a friend of ours told us about everything!" Sicily cried loudly to O'Neil.

"Friend? There's a fourth one in on this?!"

Sicily let out a soft sob before hiding her face in her hands. "No, you won't believe me! I can't tell you any more!" her voice was muffled behind her hands. O'Neil slammed his hands on the table making Sicily jump and cry out loudly.

"That is enough! You're using fear tactics to force a confession out of her!" Ashley suddenly stood up so violently that her chair clattered on the ground.

"People are dead! And she's defending a friend who did this-" O'Neil was quickly cut off by Sicily's own cries against him. O'Neil looked mad now, his face red with anger, his eyes narrowed, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

"He didn't!-"

There was a sudden knock on the two-way mirror that made almost everyone in the room jump. "O'Neil! We need you!" A muffled panicked voice screamed from the other side. O'Neil didn't even hesitate to turn and leave Sicily.

"I'll be back," Ashley spoke softly to Sicily without even a moment's notice. She was then out of the room within seconds right behind O'Neil. This, of course, left Sicily alone once again. She felt her heart race in a very fast pace before she focused on the door to the interrogation room. She knew it was locked. So, now all she could do was sit there.

"I don't know what's going on, Guinevere, but there's no doubting that some serious shit is happening." Ben cursed out loud as he wandered the aisles of Kansas 'IGA'. Yeah, he wasn't going to let some 'special agent' scare him into not coming to see the damage for himself. Besides, Ben wasn't stupid of course he made sure he had a passport on him. One that was stamped too, thanks to a personal friend of his, of course. Now, Ben could have been petty and chose to stock up in Harksville, but he decided to just go ahead and get some food and water in a different town anyway. Twigleg wasn't with him this time around, no, Ben left him with Firedrake for now. Ben told Twigleg it was because he didn't Twigleg to get spotted.

"You just be careful… I did some research on the Native Americans from the Kansas region, by the way." Guinevere informed him over the phone.

"Did you find anything useful?" Ben questioned as he grabbed a can of 'creamed corn' internally she shuddered at such an idea.

"Well… the Kaw people still have a reservation in Kansas. They're the closest I found. Look for someone named Akando. I'm sending you the address now." Ben let out a chuckle at Guinevere. She never failed to deliver.

"So, what did they have that might solve this little… mystery?" Ben paused once he noticed that almost everyone was crowded around a small TV that was hanging up in the corner. Ben, being the curious person he was, walked over to the group to see what had grabbed their attention.

"Well trust me, it wasn't easy. I had to look up so much for you, you have no clue. I had to go tribe by tribe…"

Guinevere's voice just seemed to fade away as Ben focused on the TV. Ben felt a loud gasp leave his mouth and the phone slip from his hand and clattered on the floor loudly. He could kind of hear Guinevere's voice yell at him as she obviously heard the phone hit the floor, but Ben could only stare wide-eyed at the TV. The sound was off, but the subtitles weren't.

On the TV was a very shaken reporter in front of a burnt husk of a landscape. Ben almost couldn't even believe what he was seeing written on the subtitles appearing in front of this woman.

"-Here. was where at least ten FBI officials seemed to have met their end. Nobody knows what happened yet, but we do know there was a terrorist attack earlier this week on a small village just north of where this attack happened. The FBI currently have two suspects already in custody. It's now unknown if they got the wrong people or if they weren't working alone-"

Ben seemed to come back into reality at that moment as he very quickly put two and two together. Ben snatched his phone off of the floor and quickly made his way out of the store.

"Ben? Where did you go? What happened?" Guinevere asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Guinevere… There's been another attack…"

"Oh shit." It escaped her mouth before she could stop it.

"Look, I have to go and get to Firedrake. No more wasting time. I need to see this for myself." Ben didn't wait for a reply he just hung up, and without looking back at the store he turned and ran off towards Firedrake as fast as he possibly could. He truly hoped the twins were okay during all of this…