Hours later, a helicopter arrived at the base. Alex stood in the hanger, waiting to hear his report as well as give him her own. However, she lost all words when Sam, TJ, and the pilot walked out while each pushing a gurney with a body bag resting motionless on it. They all hung their heads low and slowly made their way towards the newly-made director. She ran up to them.

"Sam? What's all—" she began before Sam opened the zipper of the one he was pushing, revealing Sarah's pale, bloodstained, face.

"Oh my god… Did she do this?" she whispered.

"I need to talk with Jessica," he stated, ignoring her question.

"She's not here," Alex informed.

"What? Where is she?"

Meanwhile

"So… this Penelope… you knew her?" Jessica asked as the helicopter flew towards its destination.

"Yes, we were… close," Bentley answered.

"And she was the one Celia worked for?"

"Possibly."

"Is that going to be a problem?" Fetch snapped at Jessica.

"It will be if we encounter her," Jessica retaliated.

"It's unlikely we'll find her there," Bentley stated, "Penelope wouldn't keep someone like her around for too long."

"Why not? Sounds like good protection," Fetch inquired.

"She doesn't need protection. She's a conduit."

"Is that why you wanted us to come?" Eugene asked.

"You three are a last resort," Bentley explained.

"Last resort?" Delsin questioned.

"I want to try to reason with her, see if she'll listen to me. If not, we need to… persuade her to come with us," he spoke while turning to Jessica.

"And if that doesn't work?" Delsin asked.

"Last resort," he said coldly.

The others looked at Bentley in silence for a brief moment.

"Does she know we're coming?" Delsin asked.

"She does," Bentley answered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Are you okay?" Fetch asked.

"I'm fine… it's just been a while since I've seen her… and we didn't exactly leave on good terms."

"Don't worry, we'll make sure nothing happens to you," Delsin promised.

"It's not me I'm worried about."

The helicopter eventually landed at its destination. When the doors opened, the passengers found themselves on the roof of a tall building. In front of them, stood a tall woman. Her long dirty blond hair rested on the shoulders of her pristine blue suit as she stood at the group of conduits. Her cold stare made them feel uneasy. However, when Bentley emerged from the helicopter, her cold stare disappeared, replaced by a look of shock combined with the slightest hint of joy. When his eyes met hers, she walked up to him and Bentley slowly made his way towards her as well.

They met halfway and stood perfectly still. She put her hand up to his cheek and Bentley responded by holding it in place, grasping the shaky gloved hand. She then pulled her hand away and embraced him, with Bentley returning the hug. For several long seconds they stood there, all the while, the three conduits stood in silence.

"I can't believe it… it's really you…" she whispered.

"We need to talk," he responded, causing her to back up ever so slightly.

"Where's Ash and Sebastian?" Delsin asked threateningly.

"They're not here," she answered calmly.

"Then where are they?" Delsin reiterated.

"I can't go against the confidentiality of my buyers."

"You sold them?!" Fetch snapped.

"You can't sell people," Delsin argued.

"No, you can't sell humans," Penelope corrected, "There any aren't laws protecting conduits from trafficking."

"You son of a bitch!" Delsin yelled as he raised his fist, smoking circling it.

In one fell swoop, Penelope yanked off one of the gloves from her hand and held it at Delsin. Before he had a chance to strike, blue lightning left her palm and shocked Delsin, forcing him to stagger backwards. He was dumbfounded, and understood by Bentley was so cautious. However, his rage took over reason and he charged up his fist again, ready to shoot. Before he could, Bentley stepped between them.

"We're not here for a fight," Bentley called out, "We're here to talk this out, peacefully."

Delsin relaxed his fists and sighed as he took a second to cool down. Meanwhile, Penelope took that same time to place her glove back on.

"Perhaps some proper introductions are in order," Penelope suggested, "My name is Penelope Bertrand. I'm the CEO of this small research firm."

"The First Sons?" Fetch clarified while chuckling.

"Oh no, the government wouldn't dare to allow such an organization to exist. Thankfully, none of us will ever have to deal with that, isn't that right," she countered, a hint of suggestion in her voice. Fetch couldn't say another word, but her expression said it all. At that moment, a small buzzing could be heard, coming from Penelope's ear. That's when the group realized she was wearing an ear piece.

"Excuse me just one second," she said before tapping on the device, "Hello?"

No one else could hear the conversation but it was short and brief, and when the call was concluded, a small smile appeared on her face. She turned to face the group.

"You're just in time."

"For what?" Eugene asked.

"To witness history."