Emmy wondered around her office. It was small and damp. It did not have the Luxury's that Layton's office had.

The resistance, or emmy's gang as it was known, was stationed underground. There were secret entrances to it all over the sewers in London.

It was emmy's idea that they went underground. She did not want anyone to live where trolls could easily get them, also the walls could be so thick that no one can eve drop on her.

Emmy's patience was wearing thin. She sat down at her desk and brought a photo out of her draw. Tears rose to her eyes as she looked at an image of her and layton. It was taken long before any of this happened. When they were happy and dating.

'How could we get so separated Hershel?'

A knock on the office door brought Emmy away from her thoughts. Emmy shoved the image back in to her draw. A man entered the room.

'You wanted to see me.' The man said coldly.

'Yes, I heard that you tried to steal information from Hershel's manor.'

The man sat down opposite Emmy, he sniggered at her.

'Call him layton. By saying Hershel, suggests that you are still in love with him.'

Emmy glared at the man.

'Did you get any information or not?'

'Patience never was your strongest point. Yes here, I got this sheet from his desk.'

Emmy grabbed the paper off the man. She looked very pleased.

'Ha! This is a form with what he is planning next! We can now be one step ahead of him! Brilliant work! Oh yes did you get any more information on Clive and Luke?'

'Both boys are safe and well.' The man lied. He knew exactly how the boys were, but he had to keep Emmy off the trail.

'Well that's good. You need to try and go back there. I heard information on that there is an experiment going on. I want to know all the details.'

The man stood up and smiled. Before he took his leave a member of the resistance came in quickly.

'Their here! Both of them are here with the girl!'

The member ran out of the room.

'Is it who I think it is, is here?'

Emmy nodded silently. The man smiled and left.

Emmy watched the man leave.

Layton was writing out documents when he heard that the man was wanting to arrange another meeting. Quickly one was arranged.

Both Emmy and layton looked down at their desk. Each thinking about how useful the man is to them. Then they both muttered the man's name. Layton smiling, while Emmy looking doubtful.

'Descole.'

Clive woke up to find that he was getting very annoyed by how many times he was losing consciousness.

Without opening his eyes, Clive knew that he was in a different room. His fingers were incredibly painful, but from what he could feel, they weren't bleeding any more.

Clive opened his eyes. He could not see a thing. Darkness enclosed him. Then, like someone pulling a blanket away, his room was suddenly filled with blinding light and scorching heat.

Clive tried to feel his way around, but found that this was the smallest room he had ever been in. It was just big enough for him to lie down in.

Clive could feel the unbearable heat reflecting off the walls. That's when he notices that every surface of this room as covered in mirrors. Each one reflecting the heat and light.

Clive sunk down to the floor feeling ill. The floor was too hot to sit on, but Clive did not care. This room gave Clive the chance to think about his situation.

Growing red from the heat, Clive tried to spend his time thinking of plans to get him and Luke away from this place. But from thinking about Luke, Clive began to cry. He promised that he would stay by and protect Luke, but that had failed. Clive could only think that Luke was enduring a much worse pain than he was.

Clive's optimism was quickly dying away.

The man waltzed up the steps to Layton's manor. He easily got through the trolls that were guarding the building.

He walked straight in to Layton's office and faced the owner.

'Layton.'

Layton looked up from his paperwork and smirked.

'Early again. Becoming a habit of yours, descole. Now I believe that we both know why your here. But, did Emmy believe the information given to her?'

'Yes. She's trusted me more. I take it that you will have a trap waiting for her?'

Layton stood up and smiled more at the man.

'Obviously. I will have her'.

'Yes, well on that subject I have heard news that the Tritons and flora are in the country. Also that they are staying with emmy's gang.'

Layton stared in to the fire and started to mutter.

'My little flora is back in to the country? That is brilliant. We need to get her and Emmy. Then dispose the Tritons, then I will have my perfect family.'

'Ehem, Layton. Back to business. I'm here, because Emmy has requested for me to find out about the experiment. Once I know more about it, I can lie more to her.'

'But you know nearly everything on it. Why not lie to her there and then? Is it because you love her?' Descole looked away from layton. 'Ha! It is. You like having her trusting you. Well keep it up. We need the trust, but I warn you. Emmy is mine.'

Layton had turned descoles head so he could look directly into his eyes. As before descole tried to look away.

'Layton business.' Descole had snapped at the man.

'Tut, tut. Nasty temper. I mainly called you here tonight, because of the experiment is complete. Luke should wake up in under an hour.'

Descoles face lit up. He looked like Christmas had come early.

Layton took a book out of his bookshelf, and pressed a button. A lift appeared.

'Let's descend and see how the boy is doing.'

Descole followed layton in to the lift. They were immediately transported downward. Within seconds they were down in to the basement.

Both men walked in silence to the room where Luke was.

Soon they will see what has become of Luke.