Author's note: Well, time to bring in the two contest winners again. Kitty returns and Angelina makes her debut.

Found

Sly heard the gunshot but didn't understand what had happened until he Cedric yelled.Carmelita rushed to get Bentley while Sly went to help Grace. Sly arrived just in time to see Grace murmur something to Cedric before passing out. As Grace passed out, Cedric screamed; the scream of a man who had just lost the most important thing in his life. Suddenly, fire blasted out of Cedric, going out in all directions. The scream became louder and filled with anguish as the light surrounding Cedric and Grace grew stronger and stronger. Covering his face with his hands, Sly narrowly avoided being blinded by the light. Finally, everything exploded. The light blasted into the sky, burning a streak into the morning air. When Sly looked, all that was left was Grace lying on the snow, unconscious.

On her flight to Vancouver, Kitty saw the explosion, the blast arcing into the sky. What the ... Oh, this really sucks big time. Just then the captain broke in saying something about being slightly delayed due to unexpected weather patterns. Yeah, like anyone's going to buy that. I hope Carmelita wasn't anywhere near when whatever that was went off.

In Miami, a white bengal tigress snuck into the upstairs window of an apartment building. Sliding the glass window open soundlessly, she started robbing the place clean. It's not as if she condoned hurting others, but if she didn't get something good, the kids might go hungry again. She'd been skipping quite a few meals herself, and was starting to feel the effect of days without food. At least today promised to be a good catch. The guy who lived here was loaded.

The tigress slid inside and shook her head, whipping her light blond hair around. Her bangs framed beautiful blue eyes with gorgeous long lashes. She was dressed in somewhat beat-up jeans and t-shirt, which had both seen better days. The lower part of her face was covered in a mask, hiding full lips and a stubborn chin. Even her name, Angelina, expressed beauty. She would have been called beautiful, if everyone didn't know that she would have likely murdered anyone who hit on her.

Picking her way across the room, she found the items worth the most value that could be easily sold, slipping them into a rucksack across her back. She was about to disable the security to the rest of the apartment when the explosion happened. Something crashed into the street below, sending shocks all the way up the apartment. Swearing, she got out of there before the owner could wake up. Sliding down the drain pipe along the building, she gracefully landed on the ground below.

Looking around for the cause of the explosion, she found a crater in the middle of the parking lot, the wreckage of cars strewn around the outside, torn apart by the explosion. Pulling off her mask, she stalked over to the crater, to see what had crashed. In the bottom of the crater she found a young wolf, dressed in charred, smoking rags, with not a scratch on him. Her ear began to twitch, as it always did when her curiosity kicked in. Just leave it Angel, it's not your problem. Her ear kept twitching, despite her attempts to control her curiosity. Come on, get a grip. There's no need to get involved with this weirdo. Remember the saying: 'Curiosity killed the cat.' It was only after she'd carried the wolf to the group van when she remembered the other half of the saying: 'And satisfaction brought it back.'

When the wolf woke up, he found himself surrounded by children. Three of them were peeking over the side of the bed, four more were hiding around the room. Sitting up, he found it impossible to stay upright, and fell back to the bed. Trying to speak, he managed to croak "water" before lapsing into a fit of coughs. One of the children, came forward with a pot filled with water. Taking it from the child, the wolf drank, soothing his parched throat. Hands came together, prying the bowl away from him. Looking at who had taken the water, the wolf saw a white tiger staring down at him , perplexed.

"No drowning yourself. I still want to know what happened to you," she said, half smiling.

"Who," the wolf coughed, "Who are you?"

"Name's Angelina. Call me Angel. Yours?"

"I'm...I'm...I'm not sure," he said, trying to remember. It was as if he had never had one, but that couldn't be right.

"Not surprising. You crashing into the ground hard enough to leave a crater. I'm amazed you aren't dead."

"Where am I?" he asked.

"At the hideout," she responded matter-of-factly.

"That helps," he grumbled sarcastically. Now that his throat hurt less, he was becoming more aware of the pain in his head.

"You're in Miami. That's in Florida," she answered, as if he didn't know anything.

"Why am I in Miami?" he asked, confused.

"How should I know?" she answered, irritated for some reason, "All I know is that you crashed into the ground by the building I was in and then I figured you might need some help. Don't you remember anything?"

"Up until I just woke up, no" the wolf answered rubbing his head. He'd crashed? Was that even possible?

"Well, fat lot of good that does me," Angel griped, still irritated by the fact that the wolf couldn't tell her what happened and satisfy her curiosity, "Look get some rest, you can leave in the morning."

Back in Whistler, Bentley had returned from the makeshift operating room. Pulling off his gloves, he walked over to one of the chairs and collapsed into it.

"How is she?" asked Sly.

"Penelope is keeping her stabilized," Bentley sighed, "It's a miracle, the bullet missed her heart by just enough to keep her alive. It bounced off a rib and ricocheted out her side. An inch lower and it would have pierced an artery. What I'm concerned about is Cedric. What happened? We all saw the explosion, but besides that."

"Don't ask me. Grace passed out and he started glowing," Sly answered.

"Hmm, It could be that Grace's apparent death caused such an incredible amount of emotional trauma that his magical powers reacted by releasing all his power at once, causing the explosion," Bentley mused.

"That's about right," Hugo commented. He hadn't said anything since the shooting, just standing buy the site, and then the makeshift operating room up until Bentley came out, "Cedric never could completely control his temper, that idiot."

"They're not talking," Carmelita said, coming back from interrogating the assassins, "Whoever hired them is either extremely respected, or feared. How's Grace?"

"She's stable. The next few hours will tell if she'll make a full recovery or if we'll need to do more for her," Penelope said as she came out of the operating room.

"Anyway, what happened to Cedric? It looked as though he flew up in that light," Sly asked, puzzled. He had seen the light himself; one minute, Cedric had been there, the next he was gone.

"He was the light," Julie chipped in, "Cedric once showed me how he could focus his power on himself and basically boost himself physically."

"Only this time, he blasted himself off to who knows where," complained Hugo, "Is there any way to find out where he went? One of us should go tell him Grace will be fine."

Noticing everyone was looking at him, Bentley sighed.

"I'll get right on it."