8:12PM, Peace House- Warren's POV

He had to wait until his mother, Kayla, was gone so he could grab her powerbook. The tiny computer contained all the names of registered heroes and sidekicks along with their powers. It seemed to take forever for the powerbook to start up and even longer to hack into his mother's account. Kayla Peace was an official record keeper for the official hero council. He typed in the correct name and waited for it to bring up the results. While he waited he glanced at the sketchpad sitting next to him. He flipped it open and was greeted by a man's face staring openly at him. The man was dressed in some kind of military uniform and his eyes were as bright with life as possible in a picture. The powerbook beeped, reminding him of what he was doing. He clicked on the first entry and a list of names came up. The first one was Jenna Ryder.

A strong sense of foreboding hit him hard in the stomach. He hoped that didn't mean what he thought it did. Often enough if there was an adult in the family without powers they were listed first. It didn't necessarily mean that Jenna's husband was dead. Sure enough Jenna had no powers. The next listing was for a Layne Michelle Ryder. She was gifted, with the ability to create force fields. She was a sidekick in Chicago and hadn't been anywhere near her home for a year. The next listing was Alliane Nicole Ryder. Ally's power, invisibility, was listed along with her age, height, weight, and current school. It was the last entry though that was going to change everything. Alexander Christopher Ryder. Killed in action.

The report giving the details of Alexander Ryder's death was painfully short and to the point. Warren's father had killed the man in an escape attempt. Alexander had been blessed with the same powers as his two daughters. He could have turned invisible and fled to get help at any time but he had instead held the force field between everyone else and Baron Battle until the guards could reseal his father inside the prison. The effort had burned him out completely. Alexander had simply burned away to ashes, spontaneous human combustion. That was what happened when a hero or villain used their powers past the point that their body could hold up. Warren glanced at the picture on his screen, comparing it to the picture in the sketchbook. The images were exactly the same. Ally had lost her father when she was twelve. He shook his head and shut the powerbook, snapping the sketchpad closed.

8:19PM, Williams House- Ally's POV

"So when did you last see your sketchbook?" Layla asked as the two girls lay sprawled across her bed.

"During detention when Will fell on it," Ally said.

"Where do you put it at the end of detention?" Layla said, continuing with her line of questioning. Ally closed her eyes, trying to focus on what had happened that afternoon.

"I shoved it in the top of my bag as I ran out the door," Ally said slowly.

"Which means?" Layla prodded gently.

"That it might have fallen out," Ally said, feeling a ball of dread begin to coil in her stomach.

"Who could have it then?" Layla asked, sounding frustrated. "The office? Does it have your name in it?"

"Yes," Ally said, trying to understand why she felt as if the answer to her question was leading to her execution.

"Then why haven't they called you down and given it back? It wouldn't be as if they didn't know who it belongs to," Layla grumbled, sounding annoyed. That was when it dawned on Ally, the whole dreadful truth.

"That's because the office doesn't have it," Ally said slowly, feeling as if she would be sick.

"Then who does?" Layla grumbled. "Please tell me because I'm tired of guessing blindly."

"The office doesn't have it because they never got a chance to pick it up," Ally groaned, closing her eyes and fighting down the urge to puke.

"Then who picked it up," Layla asked, sitting up and glancing with concern at her friend.

"Warren Peace."

Thanks to frozenangel1988 (yes she sure as heck does!) for reviewing the last chapter. I own nothing but Ally