A/N: It's short. Sorry 'bout that. But hey the term's over. Now I just have to find a less expensive college for what I want to do. Also, getting my creative on with plans to promote my Esty shop and sew a LOT, and attempt to write a novel this summer (and mix in taking my daughter to see BTR later this summer). The recital went awesome! Will work on getting the next chapter longer.

And Adam intended on selling him while pretending to ransom him.

Kendall sighed, sinking his thin frame further into the bed. He just wanted to go home, sit on the couch and play video games with the guys or watch a movie with his mom and Katie. He really didn't want to go to someone else's home and become who knew what to them. He swallowed down the fear that he'd never see his family again, and glared at the gray ceiling—challenging it to stop him from figuring out how to escape.

Peeling himself from the bed, Kendall once again inspected the door for weaknesses. Again he found none. Frustrated he sat back on the bed to wait for Adam to return.

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"Who are you really and what does your dad's case have to do with Kendall?" Logan said as soon as the doors to their suite was closed.

"I'm Penny Lane, daughter to MI6 Agent Simon Lane," she said, taking in the stunned looks on the groups faces. "My father was investigating Moon Industries. They've been developing dangerous technology. He borrowed my back pack yesterday to sneak something out, but never came home. I suspect that Moon has him, and that Kendall got my back pack. I believe that another MI6 agent kidnapped Kendall to get whatever was in that back pack."

"Why not just take the back pack and leave Kendall?" Carlos said.

"I'm not sure. But I believe that he'll either leave Kendall somewhere or attempt to set him up for the left."

"Do you know who the agent is?" James said, wanting to get to the bottom the situation and find his missing friend.

"Adam Timmins. American born to a British father and Canadian mother. He was raised in California until age nine when they moved to London for this father's job. He's been here since. Joined MI6 at age 22. He's now 35. MI6 has no reason to suspect him of being rogue. They do, however, believe that my father is the rogue agent."

"Why not go to MI6? Why come to us?" Logan said.

"All MI6 wants is the back pack. I just want my dad back, and I suspect that all you want is Kendall back. And I thought that between all of us we could make that happen."

"How are we going to get your dad from Moon and Kendall back from Agent Timmins?" Katie said sharply, an edge of anger in her brown eyes.

"I was hoping that we could trick Moon into believing that we have the back pack. We trade him for the back pack and rescue my father."

"Yeah, one problem," Logan said, voice laced heavily with sarcasm. "Moon has Kendall's fugly back pack, Timmins has Kendall and your fugly back pack….unless you have another back pack up your sleeve, I don't see how we're even going to begin tricking Moon into believing we have whatever the hell was in the back pack to begin with."

"True," Penny said. "But I do have another back pack." She pulled another bag exactly like the on Kendall owned from somewhere behind her. "Please tell me you'll help."

"Uh, guys we may have another problem," Gustavo said, sounding not like himself. The trio of boys and duo of girls turned to face the large man. His face was pale and serious looking. All but Penny knew the man was on the verge of passing out. Mrs. Knight had. Her prone from laying width wise across the bed. Kelly held Mrs. Knight's wrist, double checking her pulse.

"What?" the three boys said in unison.

"Here," the large man said, handing them the phone in his hand. Pulled up on the screen was a picture of Kendall. His face appeared to be bloodied with several large bluish/purple bruises formed. Blood dotted his lips, nose and the corner of one eye. His jaw appeared to be swollen too. The boys gasped at the way their friend looked. They quickly scrolled through the other pictures sent to the phone before finding the text stating that they had 48 hours to get a half a million dollars wired to a specific account at a bank in London or they'd never see Kendall again.

"This cannot be happening!" Logan declared, clutching the phone tight in his almost numb fingers.

"Is Timmins violent?" James said, taking the phone from Logan to show Penny a photo of what the man had done to Kendall.

"When he has to be," she said, taking the phone from James. Carefully she studied each photo. Taking her time to study every bit of the photo. The smile that had appeared on her lips fell. Reaching into a pocket hidden in the pleats of her skirt, Penny pulled out a cell phone. Turning it on, she tapped the screen several times before finding what she was looking for. Grim faced she lowered her hands to face several sets of curious eyes.

"Well?" Gustavo snapped.

"It's worse than I thought."

"How?" Carlos said at almost a whisper.

"Timmins has listed something for sale, and it's most likely what my father stole from Moon. Following the highest bidder on that…"

"What?" the three boys said in unison, fear evident in their voices.

"Kendall's for sale too."

"What?!" Gustavo said in a panicked gasp before collapsing to floor beside the bed.

"W-w-whatdaya mean 'Kendall's for sale too'?" Carlos said. "Ow!" he hissed, rubbing his arm where Logan slapped. "What'd you do that for?"

"What I mean is that Timmins is selling a device that was in the back pack Kendall had and Kendall. The ransom is a ruse."

"Can't we just buy the thing and Kendall?"