Sky was raring to go by lunch. He'd delayed seeing Bridge as long as he could, but Syd was right— they needed to know what Bridge knew about the operations. However, he couldn't shake a sinking feeling that settled over him. The feeling stayed with him all the way to when he stepped into Bridge's room.

Bridge was sitting up in bed staring at the wall. Sky couldn't tell if he was bored or if he was lost in one of his own confusing thoughts. He hardly acknowledged Sky when he sat next to the bed. Sky was trying to phrase an appropriate start to the conversation when Bridge spoke.

"They're releasing me in a couple days. In a wheelchair. But Kat wants me to stay in the infirmary for a few days so they can observe me instead of having to go to the room to wake me up and wake you up to run the tests and then they'd have to wake up others to wake me up again…"

Sky squeezed his hands together. Even Bridge's rambling sentences had changed. He gave up on the thought more often as opposed to letting it play out like he usually would. Sky knew it was going to be hard, but sometimes Bridge seemed like a different person. He was much more resigned whenever Sky visited, not his bubbly, nonsensical self.

"I've been thinking about frequencies," Bridge continued. "Our brains are made up of electronic pulses. Theoretically, the correct electronic frequency might jiggle something in my head and help me remember."

Sky considered the possibility.

"Wouldn't that be pretty dangerous?"

Bridge shrugged.

"You're already playing with frequencies, I just figured it'd be worth a shot."

"I'll tell the others your idea. It couldn't hurt to look into."

Bridge stared at his gloves.

"How are you doing?" Sky asked. Bridge shrugged.

"My memory is the same, but my powers are leaking through the gloves more and more every day." Bridge tugged on his gloves, securing them to his hands.

"I need to ask you something," Sky segued directly to the next topic. "I need to know what you remember about these operations."

Sky handed Bridge the five folders on the undercover operations.

"There have already been hits on several ops that you worked on. We need to know which of these is most likely to be the next target so we can protect everyone involved."

Bridge appraised the files in silence, nodding occasionally. He placed the files on his lap and shifted through them once more. He pulled one and handed it to Sky.

"The Haradia case is the most vulnerable. If you can't protect the people involved, then pull the whole thing. It might be important, but the operatives' lives are more important." Bridge continued to peruse the files.

"I remember most of these, just a little foggy on the details." Bridge held out the remaining four files to Sky who tucked them into his satchel. "You should probably go tell the others as soon as possible."

Bridge returned to staring at the wall. He was deteriorating, fast.

"It's ok if you don't remember," Sky offered. "Don't beat yourself up about it."

Bridge made no indication that he'd heard.

Sky was glad Bridge would be released soon—Bridge looked almost ready to give up. The worst part was that this wasn't something that Sky could fix. He was the do-er of the group. If something needed doing, Sky did it. But here, Sky was clueless. He wanted to do something, but he was more a fighter than anything. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't physically fight Bridge's amnesia.

Once in the hallway, Sky shrugged the tension out of his shoulders. Bridge would start feeling better once he was back at SPD. He had to.

Sky roared through the city once more. Recently, riding his speeder was the only time he felt semi-normal—the familiar streets around him, the wind buffeting his jacket, the bustle of people going about their daily routines…

But that comforting feeling was soon replaced with dread. Sky kept his head on a swivel. This was the same feeling he'd had on his way to visit Bridge. He knew better than to ignore his instinct. Sky checked ahead, beside, and behind him.

His side-view mirror revealed a black sedan on his tail. He couldn't be sure if it was the same one from before, but he knew he had to lose them. Revving his engine, Sky sped down the nearest side street. The sedan kept pace. Sky swerved toward an alley, but the sedan cut him off at the last second.

The sedan didn't attempt to stop Sky, only keep him on the main road, which made him even more desperate to duck into a narrow alley.

Another black sedan appeared up ahead. The two cars flanked him as the city flew by. Sky slammed his brakes, but they kept with him. Sky pushed his speed, but the cars stayed on him.

Sky recognized they were exiting the heavily populated area of the city. They were entering the warehouse district.

A third sedan appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Sky tried to swerve around them, but the sedans boxed him in from the front, back, and right sides. They gave him little room to maneuver, and there were less side streets and alleyways here than in downtown.

Sky had just spotted an alley when the sedan on the right swung out and slammed into Sky, sending him crashing onto the road, his speeder slid flipped twice before slamming into the ground yards out of his reach.

"S.P.D Emergency!" Sky morphed mid-air and rolled on the concrete for several yards.

The sedans all swung in a U-turn, and made a second pass at Sky. The alleyway he'd seen earlier was too far away, and his speeder was down for the count; the building next to him offered the only protection. Sky shoved himself off the pavement and sent two rapid-fire shots through one of the glass windows, shattering it. He dove through the broken shards, but not quick enough. Blaster beams lit up the brick building, one hit Sky in the shoulder and another in the leg. Sky dragged himself away from the window to behind a solid wall. He held his blaster in his uninjured left hand and shied away from the windows.

Blasters pounded the wall behind him—Sky was pinned. Glass rained down around him, followed by chunks of brick and mortar. Sky reached up to turn on his coms.

"Tate to HQ, I need help! Send backup to my location immediately!"

Sky listened for a response or an acknowledgement, but all he heard was empty air.

"Can anyone hear me?"

Nothing.

All at once, the blasters stopped, and Sky heard a clunk as something dropped in through one of the open windows next to him.

Grenade!

Sky wouldn't be able to get away fast enough. Instead, he picked up the explosive and threw as far as possible away from him.

The moments slowed as he watched the grenade arc through the air and Sky ducked behind the brick once again. He heard the explosion. The blast wave sent him flying and he smashed into something solid. Sky's vision went black.