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Within a matter of seconds, Anna was helping search for Davy. When it was clear that he wasn't in the house, Mike phoned the police. The other three were trying to figure out where the Manchester boy could've gone off to. They tried to list up some places he would be at, but were doubtful for each answer. They questioned again and again where Davy's location was, but no one could think straight. At last, the Texan put the phone down.
"Well?" Micky questioned.
"I got their answering service," Mike grumbled, leaning against the post of the stairs," I just can't seem to understand. Davy's a heavy sleeper- there's no way he'd get up in the middle of the night and just walk out!".
"Except if it was for a girl," Peter joked, although no one laughed.
Anna recalled Mr. Wellington's words the night before. 'Watch out for shorty, tonight.'. It definitely had something to do with this. If she had been at the house last night, Davy might've still been there. That, or she would be with Davy. She knew (by the end of this week) her secret would no longer be contained.
"I've got an idea," Anna suggested, a lightbulb appearing over her head. She gave it a questioning look before it disappeared," Let's go around town and try to find him. It's better than waiting here, hoping he'll just show up.".
"Anna's right," Micky admitted, standing up," We can't just sit here and cry for our missing friend. We need to go and look for the missing David Jones ourselves!".
In agreement, the four went up and out the door. It took them a while to scramble out, being they all tried to go out at the same time. Somehow, in the end, they'd gotten out the door.
"Let's go!"
They piled into the Monkeemobile and began their long hunt for David Thomas Jones. They sped down streets and shouted his name. Soon, half an hour had passed and there had been no sign of the young man.
"Where could he be?" Peter asked, groaning in frustration.
Davy awoke, eyes fluttering. He looked around, being greeted by a room of grey and white. There wasn't much to look at, besides the grey railing and the scientific equipment. It didn't look much like a room. Confused as to where he was, Davy went to stand up. However, his feet were bound together, causing him to fall onto the floor once again.
"Is anyone there?" he called out," My feet are stuck together and i'd like to go home. Peter? Anna? Micky? Mike? Is this all just some bloody prank?".
"It isn't a prank, David."
The boy looked up from his struggling. Two people stood together. One was a woman, about Davy's age, but definitely taller. She had blue eyes that twinkled, ginger hair neatly laying upon her shoulders. Although she looked serious, Davy was beginning (like in most of the Monkees' adventures) to fall in love. However, she still looked harsh, giving a glare to keep him quiet. Next to her was a man, who was only a few inches taller than the girl. He had a mess of brown hair, longer than Davy's- or any of his mates for that matter! He, too, had blue eyes, yet his seemed much colder. He was well-built, making Davy feel small.
"Glad to see you're finally awake," the man told his victim.
"So am I," Mr. Jones grumbled.
The woman nodded to the man. He grabbed the ropes and dragged the Englishman to a set of steel doors. The woman pressed the second button, and the doors opened. The three went inside, the woman pressing another button. There was silence in the lift, until the woman noticed a loving expression on her prisoner's face. Although blushing, she leaned over to him, an angered expression resting upon her own face.
"What are you staring at?" she asked, almost nose-to-nose.
"Sorry ma'am," Davy apologized, voice dropping to a whisper," It's just- oh, you have such pretty eyes and I-.".
"I know what you're trying to do to me," she hissed," You're trying to make me fall in love with you so I can give up this whole scheme and let you go. Well, guess what? It's not going to work, you little flirt. So, if I were you, I'd just-.".
"That's enough antagonizing, Sarah," the man interrupted,"Don't get too into your part".
Sarah straightened up. She wouldn't let one prisoner ruin her- not when there were others to capture.
The doors opened in an instant. This place was much darker, but more lively. There were so many people, doing whatever needed to be done. Some cleaned, some experimented, but they all wore the same turtle-necked, skin-tight, silver outfits with a black 'X' on the right side of their chest.
"I see you're confused," Sarah went to Davy.
"We'll tell you everything in just a moment," the man finished.
Without another word, Davy was thrown into a cage. He sat there, helpless between ropes and bars. All he wanted was freedom. The two kidnappers laughed, circling around the cage.
"Let's start with your explanation," Sarah chuckled," shall we?".
"You see," the man went on," We have a status to keep. We're important: in the bad guy business. We can't just give our place to just any villain, you know!".
"So," Sarah continued, fingers dragging across the bars," We decided to mess with two things- the music industry, and our favorite secret agent.".
Davy pondered her last three words. He'd never seen these people or this place before, yet they were tampering with someone he knew. It couldn't have been any of his bandmates- he couldn't picture it! He'd refused to believe so. That left two people to come his mind- Anna and Mr. Wellington.
"We'd love to stay and chat about plans," Sarah sighed out,"but Patrick and I have a meeting this afternoon with our assistant, Baxter. Come on, Patrick. I hate to keep him waiting.".
With that, the two went to the lift and were gone within seconds. Davy sighed, leaning back against the bars. As he sang I Wanna Be Free out loud, he hoped he wouldn't be stuck here long. However (between the abundance of people and his unknown location) he knew being saved would be near impossible. And still, one question possessed the mind of Davy Jones- who was the secret agent?
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