Forest Lawn Cemetery; Los Angeles, California 6:15 p.m.:

A group of dark suited men wearing opaque black sunglasses stood gathered around a funeral pyre, hands clasped in front of them. Along with the ominously black dressed agents; agents Mandy, Britney, and Blane stood with their heads bowed. Amongst the group stood Jerry, with a WOOHP agent holding a black umbrella over his head. It was pouring rain, the grey clouds floating ominously over the entire Los Angeles area.

Someone must have tipped Arkon off. The mission was supposed to be contained to WOOHP only. But who was it?

Mr. Emerson began the service, and interrupted Jerry's train of thought, "A famous writer once said "We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give". If that is true, then Nadia made a great life. She was the most giving person we had ever known. And judging from the nodding heads I see in front of me, it seems that all of you agree…" Jerry once again focused his mind on the problem at hand; weeding out a rogue spy at his organization was going to be tough. He hated to think that someone had betrayed him.

But eliminating this person was necessary; Jerry thought and nodded to himself.

"…and through her service to this country, her patriotism will be remembered in our hearts." Concluded Emerson, who shut his book and nodded to the four men standing off to the side who lowered the coffin into the ground.

And just like that, thought Jerry; she's gone…

Arkon Technologies Compound; Cornwall, U.K. 11:30 p.m.:

There is nothing left! Thought Sam. Arkon must have had everything packed up once Nadia's body had been dumped.

"Sammy! What are we going to do?" asked an exasperated Alex, who sat down in the dark shadows of the abandoned, steely grey laboratory.

"I suppose we pay Arkon Tech's main offices a visit in Munich" shot back Samantha, slightly annoyed with her friends impatience.

Clover picked at he nails and quietly said; "Let's just get this over with"

Sam was taken aback at Clover's lack of enthusiasm, but ignored it and blamed it on the long flight over.

"Right, let's go" said Sam and the three girls climbed aboard the pink jet and set their course for Munich, Germany.

…

Several hours later, Samantha contacted Jerry and the jet set down in an abandoned piece of wasteland six miles south of Munich, and three from Arkon Techs corporate offices. The Bavarian country-side lacked any protection from the cold winds that ensued through the girls' three mile hike. Reaching the low-key building, they easily passed over the fence and scaled the building to the roof with their extendable cable belts. Oddly, there was no security patrols or sentries stationed on the outside. It almost seemed too easy, but the girls thought nothing of it as they proceeded to crawl into one of the many ducts on the roof.

"Hey! Wait up!" cried Alex as she fell behind, straining to keep up. Halting to catch her breath, she continued. For several minutes, Alex could not hear or see her two friends. The vents had forked many times and obviously, Alex had made several wrong turns.

The two last things Alex remembered was a strange hissing sound, and a final thought of: I'm lost…