A/N- *Nervously appears from a portal, as several piece of paper and rubbish are thrown at her*

Hi, I am so incredibly sorry for not updating in months and I was trying to think of excuses but I decided against it and am going to tell you the truth, I have a really BAD case of writers block. So do if this chapter is as much of a piece of crap as I think it is feel free to print it off and cut it into tiny little piece before burning it (that might be a little bit over exaggerate)

Sorry, R&R

TheAlphabetSong

P.S I'm still working on the sequel for Never Judge a book, but it's a slow process.

Yeah Tom I get it Stella's on a video conference but I'm going to leave and take some time to process what just happened with Keri' Dan thought to himself.

He remembered the feeling of his lips on hers and how it felt so good and so wrong at the same time to have her in his arms but what if Zoe -like she promised- came back? Would there still be a flare between them like there had once been? Did Keri willingly kiss him or was it the chemical in the air? Too many questions buzzing around in his head and no answers for them was making him tired and dizzy. He stopped and flopped into an armchair (with a clear view of the hallway) in one of the other rooms of the HQ and closed his eyes, letting them rest for a few minutes.

He unwillingly opened them again to the sound of pounding footsteps. He shook his head. What he was seeing couldn't be real, Zoe was gone. In some other country by now, but then why was she running down the corridor towards him? Blood stained her shirt and cardigan she wore, her red hear matted and brown- stained with blood. Something was chasing her it looked like a dog with three heads that should be on a Cobra. Upon seeing him she didn't notice the slight unevenness of the flooring and she tripped and fell over.

This was its chance the creature took the chance by its hand as if it were its best friend and struck her, killing her. He let out a deafening scream and fell to the floor unconscious.

With Tom and Frank

"I thought we would have more time before Dan lost it," Tom said "Well we now have a clock to work on," Frank replied.

"I just don't know how much I can figure out on my own before I go out."

"You'll just have to try and get as much done as possible and hope that the MI9 technical agents can take it from there."

"Well," Tom hesitated, "there is another option."

"What other option...- Tom, that's not a good idea and there's no way Stella will be happy about it," Frank argued.

"Well is there really any other option. At least when I go we will have an uncontaminated person to continue the research."

"Tom, you know this card you're playing is a very risky one?"

"I know but she's almost as gifted with computers as me. I checked her attempt on the Mars Rover and can I say that she wasn't far off. I know exactly where she went wrong and I almost made the same mistake. Frank if I am going to have any chance of getting anywhere I'm going to need some help. Please Frank."

"I'll keep looking for Dan you go and get Annabel from her cell and remember she doesn't have authority for the 'need to know' files."

Tom nodded his head and went to the cell block.

With Annabel and Jacob

As they heard a scream Jacob and Annabel stopped their arm wrestling competition and turned to look in the direction of where they thought it came from.

"What the hell was that?" Jacob asked.

"Who the hell, not 'what' the hell and I have no idea as to who it was or what has happened to them," Annabel replied.

"You just said 'what the hell' hypocrite," Jacob complained.

"As in what had happened to them not what the hell had screamed."

"That's what I meant," argued Jacob.

"Well you weren't specific asstown," Annabel said getting agitated.

That seemed to shut him up for a while. They stayed there and waited hoping that Tom or one of the others would tell them what was going on. But eventually Annabel's curiosity won out. She needed to know what it was. Just like she needed to know whether there was life on Mars or not, which was the real reason as to why she tried to hack into the Mars Rover, sometimes the curious part of her won out over the part of her that wanted to stay hidden and hope that it was all over soon, like she did at school when people would hit her and call her names. Now was one of the times where her curious side became dominant.

She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and a paper clip out of her pocket and handed them to her brother.

"Get started on the door."

"How can you have almost hacked into the Mars Rover and not have noticed that it's a thumb scan lock?"

Annabel flipped her head toward the door and huffed with frustration. Jake was laughing; that combined with the embarrassment of the whole lock situation and the fact that they had been discarded in an underground prison cell for the past day was the last straw and she didn't want to snap, if she snapped at her brother now it would give him everything her wanted.

"Shut up Jake," Annabel said in a tone that signalled the end of the conversation.

There was a knock on the cell door before it slid open. Standing there was a weary looking Tom.

"Well, how long has it been since you slept last?" Annabel asked.

"I don't even know what time it is let alone how many days I've been down here."

"Okay," Annabel said standing up from where she was sitting, "no jokey, sarcastic attitude. Something serious must be going on," Annabel concluded.

"The last mission I went on Frank -our mentor- put me out in the field. We had to go to the MI9 hospital to find out why they sent a distress signal. Once we got there we discovered that all of the patents had been driven crazy, they should've been in a mental institution. We found out that there was something in the air, a chemical that basically drives you mad. We all inhaled it in at the hospital. Keri, Aneisha and Dan have lost it and it won't be long before I go too. I need your help to research this chemical and hopefully figure out an antidote to it. Please," Tom explained.

Annabel considered her options carefully.

"Annabel, I'm not supposed to tell you this but if you don't do this MI9 are going to ship you and your brother off to starve to death in Siberia, because of what you know about MI9. The head thinks that you would sell it to our enemy."

"The head clearly never met me or read my file if she thinks I would sell the information to the enemy."

"Your file makes you sound worse than you are."

"Well, I don't want to starve to death in Siberia, so I guess that I'm in."