AN: Hey everyone, I got another chapter for you. I would like to once again thank my awesome beta Cheetara7 for helping my with this story :) . So here you go.

KEY: 'Writing like this means sign language is being used'

Writing like this means thoughts and/ or memories

"Writing like this means speaking"

CHAPTER II
BY PRIME'S SPARKLING

"I wondered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark on every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe"
William Blake, London

Nova's eyes fluttered open softly as the rays of sunshine heavenly cast its self over her cooled and wounded skin. She wondered for a moment where she was, before the memories of the previous evening returned to plague her once more and she curled miserably into the warm wall she was resting against. Her parents were dead, unfairly taken away from her in a matter of moments and the consequences of the nightmare were finally hitting her with a fist to the gut now that she did not have the distractions around her to blind her thoughts. She no longer had a mother who fussed over her about this or that and taught her how to cook and helped her with her homework after long hours of school. She no longer had a father to walk her down the aisle at her wedding, and to scare away any of the boys she brought home or comfort her when her pet died. Nova felt her eyes burn and mist over, but she had no tears left to cry.

Wanting to take her mind off of her distraught thoughts, she looked around, finding that the wall of warmth she had lent against had a subtle, but smoothing heartbeat. Looking up, she found her brother's sleeping face looking peaceful even through the blood which had poured from his head wound. They had both cried themselves to sleep the previous evening and even now stayed in the same position with her leaning against his chest and his arms around her as he leaned against the wall.

Sighing softly, Nova looked around the familiar warehouse as she gently detangled herself from Parker's grip and stiffly laid him down onto the bed. She stretched, grimacing at the pop which sounded from her shoulder and the throbbing pain in her ankle which she had forgotten about. Silently making her way with a limp past the boxing ring, she opened a wooden chest and pulled out some of the medical supplies. Nova slowly patched her wounds up using the mirror on the wall as a reference and grimaced at the sight. Deep scratches could be seen though the tears in her pajama pants from where she had tripped over the fence and fallen across the pavement, her knuckles and sides were bloody, and her ankle had turned an ugly purple green color. Her hair was a mess and she grimaced as she quickly grabbed her back pack and made her way over to a doorway where showers were located. The water was heavenly and she slowly felt her muscles ease under the hot water as she scrubbed away at the dirt and blood.

By the time Nova had cleaned herself up and she entered the hall to see Parker patching his own wounds as he leaned against the boxing ring. He looked up when she entered and offered her a sad but relieved smile, she returned it as she put down her bag and helped him clean his wounds.

'You okay?' He signed to her and she sighed deeply before putting down her cloth.

'Honestly, I don't know.' She glanced timidly towards the door, 'What are we going to do?'

'We'll have to find one of our relatives,' his gaze turned cautious, 'but the only one who would have the finances to take us in would be Uncle Hawk.'

'But we haven't seen him since we were like five or six years old,'

Nova argued angrily, 'And how are we meant to find him, last dad heard of him was like five years ago in Afghanistan.'

'I don't know, you're the computer genius you tell me,' he replied with a somewhat smug expression on his face.

'Well he is in the military…' Nova drew off as she reached into her bag and pulled out a silver laptop, 'if I can get into his profile and get an e-mail address, we can send him a message.'

'You're going to hack into the military network?' He asked, but he did not look surprised, if anything one would think he was expecting it.

'You got a better idea?' She signed back with a raised brow.

'Nope,' he smiled and ran a hand through his hair boyishly, a stark contrast to what his mood really was, 'hack away.'

'Will do,' she smiled back before setting to work to find their uncle….

Down, beneath the ground in a structure which lay many miles away from the two kids, Breaker sat at his post in the communications center and worked feverously at the computer as code ran across the screen. He'd had a busy day since the announcement of the attack on a special ops military base earlier in the morning and had yet to discover what reasons Cobra had for his show of aggression. He looked up when general Hawk entered the room, barely stopping with his work as the man neared him.

"Tell me you have something Breaker," he ordered coming to a stop behind the techie.

"Yes sir," Breaker quickly opened the file he had saved earlier and scrolled through its contents, before sending the file to the computer, "We have confirmations that Cobra was behind the attack on the base."

"What were they after?" Hawk asked as she looked through the printed documents.

"Unknown," Breaker replied tiredly, "But one of their goals was a planned assassination done by Storm-shadow, Snake-eyes confirmed the murder style after the evidence came through."
"Who were the victims?" Hawk asked handing Cover-girl the notes to fill away.

"A Sergeant Conner Lenore and his wife Major Jennet Lenore," Breaker replied, not noticing his commandeering chief freeze up behind him as he displayed their military files on the large screen at the end of the room, "Both were marine, special ops."

When no other questions came, Breaker turned around to see that Hawk was still frozen to the spot, an emotion he did not recognize flashing through dark eyes.

"Sir?" Breaker asked warily watching the man clench his hands into fists.

"And the kids?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Last seen running into base," Breaker's reply was instant and he quickly had their pictures up on the screen as well, "Looked to also be a murder attempt; MPs found blood marks one of the kids' rooms and in a military hanger."

"What were they doing in the hanger?" Hawk asked sharply and Breaker almost jumped at the tone.

"Unknown, sir," the Moroccan man glanced up to his commander, "The hanger was used for vehicle storage, they properly ran in there to hide, but were gone by the time the MPs got there."

"Breaker?" Hawk looked down at him tiredly.

"Yes sir?"

"Find those kids, and fast," he ordered and turned on his heel and headed towards the door as she Moroccan man turned in shock.

"Sir," he asked and the man stopped at the door way.

"Yes Breaker?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Why must we focus on the kids?" he asked, not expecting an answer.

"Because the major that was murdered was my sister," he replied and then was gone.

General Hawk quickly returned to his office and locked the door. He crossed over to his desk and heavy settled down into his chair with his hands on his face. He tiredly dragged his face down and glanced up at the screen when it beeped, indicating a new email. It had no address and he automatically became suspicious as he scanned it for viruses before opening it.

Dear General Hawk
Our names are Nova and Parker Lenore, daughter and son to Sergeant Conner Lenore and Major Jennet Lenore. We don't know if you remember us, but we really need your help. You're at the moment the only family member that isn't too sick or financially insecure to take us in. if you plan to turn us away, can you at the very least get us to safety. Our parents are dead, killed by an assassin dressed in white, who plans to kidnap us for unknown reasons, we don't know who he works for but he had some tough back up who injured us both. We are safe for the moment but for how long is unknown. This is why we need your help. We will be in touch.
Regards
your niece and nephew
Parker and Nova Lenore

General Hawk read over the report once more before he jumped out of his desk as the alarms went off indicating a network hack. He ran down to the communications room where Breaker was feverously typing at the computer and demanded to know what was going on.

"Someone hacked into our network," Breaker yelled over the alarm as the rest of the Joes entered the room.

"Who?" Heavy duty asked and Breaker drastic lay shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know," he growled out, "But whoever it is, they're good. The system hack occurred over 10 minutes ago."

"Why didn't our security network pick up the attack?" Hawk demanded angrily.

"Again I don't know," The Moroccan man briefly paused in his work to run a hand through his hair, "I can't even get a location on the Hack. When I do the I.P address keeps on changing."

"Do you know what they were after?" Scarlet asked coming to stand behind him, crossing her arms as she looked down at the screens."

"It doesn't look like they stole any information. They did however open one of the Joe's files," Breaker replied tiredly.

"Whose?" General Hawk asked wearily.

Breaker turned halfway to look at his commanding officer, "Yours sir."