Thank you all for the reviews! I hope that this chapter hasn't been too late. I'll try and write faster.

I don't own anyone save for Libby, Memory, Kat, and Jezzie.

Jezzie let herself into her igloo with a sigh of relief, hitting the light switch by the door, and, as usual, being happily surprised when it turned on. It had been months since she had dreaded the sign that she was behind on her light bills. The EPF had wiped all her debts cleaned, and she had moved into an igloo in a much better neighborhood. It wasn't a Member Village, full of huge mansions and expensive toys, but it was nice enough.

As she locked the door behind her, she was attacked by a huge ball of black fluff, her pet puffle Rockafellow, happy to have her home after a long day of work. He nuzzled up close to her, purring like a leaf blower. She laughed, nudging him back to a more manageable distance while she hung up her fedora on a hat stand, quickly followed by her coat. Her shoulder bag she took with her to her desk.

The printed canvas tote was full of papers and information that she had either checked out legally or slipped out past security with the help of Kat or Dot. Rookie had tried it once and got caught. And so he was excluded, for the most part, from Operation Unmask. Dot called it Operation Unmask the Psycho, but that, as Kat had pointed out, was a bit conspicuous.

For two hours, only pausing once for a pizza delivery from a delivery guy who shifted his eyes around nervously, probably spooked by the stories of people going missing that abounded, Jezzie poured over the papers and files, all tangled within each other and censored with thick black rectangles of ink. Alias served to hide other aliases which were only shadow people. The only constant between the reports was a single blurry picture of a young boy, blonde hair spiked with earbuds in, listening to music that no one could hear, and a name, if it was his name.

Memory.

He had been one of the best infiltration and undercover agents in the history of the PSA ever since his days in the academy ("He's an evil Dot," Rookie noted when he had first learned this). Jezzie wanted to try and find the truth in his past, which could be a possible key to tracking him down, the only relation to Herbert that anyone could find. And even if it took Jezzie a year, she would find Herbert and bring him to justice for killing Robinson.

Jezzie jumped when there was a knock on the door.

Before she could get to it, it was kicked in, a huge figure scrambling inside and then barricading the door from within.

"Sorry," Libby muttered after a tense pause, backing away from the door. "I can fix this later," he said, waving to the broken doorknob.

Jezzie looked him up and down silently. "Nice scarf," she finally said, staring at it.

Libby fondly rubbed one wide hand up and down the brightly colored coils of his scarf. "My momma made this for me," he said fondly.

"It looks like it," she said, smiling tightly. "What exactly do you have against my door?"

He hesitated before giving a rumbling chuckle. "I might be getting paranoid, but I thought a Moderator was following me."

Jezzie rolled her eyes a little bit. "Moderators are following us, Libby. That's what happens when you're a top-priority agent for the EPF."

"Top priority?" he snorted, unwinding yards of knitted rainbow wool from his neck. "I'm a cleaner, Bright-Eyes. I'm not anything important." He invited himself into her kitchen and swiped the last remaining piece of pizza. "Mind if I stick around for a bit?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before he stretched out on her worn and faded couch. Rocky sniffed at him warily before deciding that he was a friend.

"Sure, I guess?" Jezzie laughed, leaning her head in her hand as she sat back down at her desk. "And don't think that you're getting off that easily."

"Easily?" he asked with a disarming smile. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Then listen up, Southern Boy, because class is in session. You set a record for ranks climbed in the shortest amount of time, going from a Rookie invited into the EPF to a Captain of the elite Tactical team that is responsible for front-line attacks. If anything, you are more important to the Moderators than I am."

"Gee," he said dryly, "Thanks for the confidence boost. I sure am happy to now that the Moddies want my head more than yours."

She shrugged, turning in her chair to face her paper mound again. There was a pretty amicable silence as Rocky took up Libby's attention, sitting on his chest and demanding to be petted. For such a huge guy, wide and well-built with pure muscle, he gave out such a friendly demeanor that everyone, humans and puffles, took to him easily. According to his friends that made him a Libby, a nickname name for a popular girl who had all the connections and friends. And it fit him better than his real name, Adam. Adam was responsible, if not a little clinical. Libby was fun-loving and friendly.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked Jezzie.

"Personal project," she said, purposefully cryptic.

"Sounds fascinating," he replied easily, propping himself up off the couch on one arm. "Tell me more."

She gave him a look and he held both hands up, palms out. "Point taken," he said. Rocky, indignant at being ignored, bit him.

"What are we doing, Bright-Eyes?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing the bite marks on his hand.

"Hm?" she asked.

"What're we doing against the Moddies? What's the plan behind all of this surveillance?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "We just need to find what they're planning, first. And then we can take them down, and free the agents under their control."

"Oh, just that?" sarcasm was thick in his voice.

Jezzie's mouth moved into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah," she said softly. "Just that."

Libby looked around her igloo, not meeting her eyes. "Things were a lot less touch and go when I was with Rory on the Ski Hill."

Jezzie smiled wanly. "Rory is definitely more up-front than the PSA, I have to admit." She started to giggle.

Libby joined in with his deep chuckle. "Up-front is an understatement. Ask him how his day went and he'll tell you what color his underwear is."

They laughed together loudly, the sound covering up the silence of doubt that hung between them. As they laughed, the lights in Jezzie's igloo flickered off briefly before surging brightly and then turning off completely. As the two agents held their breath, bodies tense and ready to move into action, they came back on. Nothing was different.

"Um," Libby said, pointing upwards, "is that normal?"

"No," Jezzie was saying as her phone buzzed loudly, along with Libby's much larger and rugged Tactical Equipment Communicator. They pulled them out and tried to access the new message, but their screens flickered erratically before completely going dark.

"Something's not right," they said as one, standing. Libby gave a charming mile, sweeping one arm towards Jezzie's abused door.

"After you."

"So kind," she said, brushing past him and flipping her hat onto her head.

"My momma raised a gentleman," he noted with pride as he shut the door as best he could. Together they made their way through the darkness, towards the glowing lights of the EPF.

A dark shape followed after them.

The EPF was in a mad panic when Libby and Jezzie arrived. He was quickly flagged down by another Tactical Officer, who wanted his help with resetting the missions log system. Jezzie was alone when she entered the tech center, which looked not unlike a tornado had swept through the room.

Jezzie spotted Dot and Rookie standing on one side of the room, looking round with glassy eyes that betrayed how little they knew about the technical aspect of whatever had just happened. She bee-lined towards them.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"A virus, I think," Rookie said, scratching his feathery brown hair from beneath his spinning propeller hat. "Maybe."

Jezzie looked to see Kat, her hair wrangled back into a ponytail, angrily pounding at a keyboard, eyes scanning over three flashing computer screens at once.

"It's eating all our code!" she shouted to no one in particular. The techies scrambled around her, each one fighting the good fight on their own computers. "Does anyone know how far it's gotten?"

"The phone network went out," Jezzie supplied. "Surged the power, too."

Kat blinked at this new information for a second before jumping into action. "It's the Power Plant! They're using it as a gateway into our machines!"

"We lost the Communications network," someone shouted above the din.

"And Tactical just went dark," Libby said, elbowing his way through the throng of people to stand beside Jezzie, Rookie, and Dot. Kat's eyes hovered on him for longer than was necessary, a blush starting in her cheeks. Dot snapped her fingers in front of her face to catch her attention.

"Not the time, Kitty Cat! Do your thing and get us all back online!"

Kay glared and pouted, adjusting her glasses smartly before going back to her keyboard-pounding.

"Have they reached any sensitive files yet?" G asked anyone who would listen as he entered the technical hub. "Someone answer me!" Mitzi followed along in his wake, not speaking or paying attention to anyone. She was far out of her depth here.

"Not yet, G," Kat said through gritted teeth. "But I think I just cracked into their coding for the virus."

"So it's definitely a virus?" Rookie asked.

"Definitely." Her glasses slipped down her nose and Kat irritably removed them, holding them out for someone to take. Mitzi blandly took them and folded them into a pocket on her suit.

Jezzie took in a released a breath. "Everyone, attention!" she shouted, and most heads turned towards her, the agents freezing where they stood or sat. Only Kat remained at work, her fingers moving swiftly over the board as she began beating at the firewall surrounding the virus, trying to crack into the code to better understand how it was working.

"We need to work together on this," Jezzie continued. "Who can tell me when this started?"

"About twenty minutes ago," someone in the back shouted out. "Starting with Communications."

Jezzie added up numbers in her head and confirmed that that had been when the lights went out. "And we know that it originated at the Power Plant?"

Nods and affirmations all around.

The next question was the worst one Jezzie could think of asking. "How long until it eats up the entire EPF system, including secret files on the personnel?"

Everyone in the room hesitated.

"Half an hour," Kat snapped into the silence. "At least."

G made his way to stand next to Kat, looking over her shoulder at the screen. He grinned as she smiled, having finally cracked into the virus, now able to dissect it and learn it's odds and ends. As she scanned the technical blather on the screen, her smiled turned into a frown and she bit her lip tightly, almost drawing blood.

"No… no, no, this is bad…" she muttered to no one.

Rookie looked uselessly to Dot, who shrugged, understanding about as much, or perhaps less, than he did about the situation surrounding them. Their particular fields dealt the least with Technical Support.

"What is it?" Jezzie asked, also moving to stand by the tech expert as she once again began to abuse her keyboard.

Kat struggled to talk as fast as she was thinking. "I… there… there isn't… what…?" she squinted at her screen before throwing up her hands in despair. "I can't believe this. This code is incredibly advanced, self-perpetuating… I have no idea how to stop it." She looked up at Jezzie, who was looking at Rookie, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Please don't say it," Jezzie tried to say.

"But he can help," Rookie interrupted.

"But I said please," she pouted.

"It's true," Libby added in. "So far as I know the guy, he was the best there ever was with machines and technical mumbo-jumbo."

"Even G thought he was the best computer expert in the entire PSA," Dot said, quickly catching on, "Mod knows he never shut up about it during EPF meetings."

Kat looked back and forth in confusion. "Who?"

Everyone looked to Jezzie to speak. She curved her mouth around the word, unable to smile slightly.

"Jetpack Guy."

"I couldn't agree more," G said, Mitzi nodding her approval, watching Jezzie's expression carefully. "Who wants to go and fetch him?"

Everyone looked to Jezzie again, who tried to look anywhere else in the room not currently occupied and failing. She threw up her hands in surrender.

"Okay! Fine! I'll do it," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just stop staring at me. It's freaking me out."

G nodded, satisfied. He looked up at the much taller Libby. "Agent Adlib, is it?"

Libby saluted. "Yes, sir, G. But you can call me Libby."

"Can you escort her, Libby? Make sure that she doesn't run into a Moderator team?"

"Can do, boss man." Libby smiled widely at Jezzie, who rolled her eyes at her assigned babysitter.

"'Boss man'," G repeated to himself, smiling. "I like the sound of that."

"Don't get used to it, G," Jezzie said, brushing past him on her way to the door. Libby followed along behind, hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his swagger turned on high.

Kat watched him go.

Memory hunched his shoulders against the cold, standing in an alley by the Ordinary Phone Company. The gentle glow of light from his viewscreen illuminated his face, pale and drawn with tiredness. His hair had lost its telltale spike, and his MP3 Player was nowhere to be seen.

As the familiar form of Jezzie left the room, followed by the huge redhead Tactical Captain, Memory turned the focus of his hacked security camera to the young woman with chestnut hair, tapping away angrily at her computer, attempting to crack into the Protobot's virus and getting farther along than Memory would have thought possible.

He scratched at a scab on his neck, perfectly square. Perhaps she could help his… predicament.

As the thought of rebellion crossed his mind he tensed, prepared for the worse.

After a minute passed during which he felt no pain, he let himself relax, tucking the viewscreen into the pocket of his coat. He was so focused on his new plan, involving that girl, the tech girl, that he had completely missed Libby and Jezzie passing by him in the darkness, going after the one person that Memory would have been happy to never see again.

Justin Guy.

Jetpack Guy watched impassively as the lights in his igloo flickered on and off. He began to count down the minutes.

He knew they were coming for him.

He wondered, hopelessly, if they would send her. Because even though he would only turn her down, he wanted to see her again.

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