It was like running in the darkest part of hell. Without anything to see I kept getting scraped by branches and once or twice ran into a tree. Even through I couldn't see I had to get away no matter how tired my limbs were getting. While I was running to god knows were I kept wiping my lips with the front of my hand. I could still feel his lips against mine as if he was still there kissing me. Why did the bastard have to kiss me? The thought repeatedly came in my mind picking at my brain like carrion bird. It was a nuisance!

I stopped running when I heard that soft click in my ear. "Zoya! What the hell was that about?" asked Rubik. I was puzzled by his tone. Usually he was calm and collected but, now he sounded pissed as if I did something wrong. "What are you talking about, sir?" I asked, not thinking straight do to the cold and the aching in my limbs.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! That stunt you did with that look alike!" I was silent for a moment when everything finally sank in. He was talking about the unexpected guest in the Black Cage, Rubik wasn't mad because I didn't finish off Kyong-mi he was angry because he thought I intentionally kissed Alex. Suddenly I became angry with him. If Rubik was here right now I would have beaten him senseless.

"What the fuck makes you think I did it on purpose?" I asked, furiously. "First of all he forced his lips on mine and second I tried to fight him off before Scotty beamed us up to some forest then when I had the chance I sucker punched him in the face!" I began to breathe hard after I had my little rant. Rubik was silent after a moment or two. "Alright, Zoya, I believe you just calm down," he said, he was back into his calm voice again which I preferred to hear. "I'm just being protective that's all."

Protective? The way he accused me before a justified myself didn't sound like he was being protective. His tone of voice a moment ago sounded more like jealousy. I've never thought a man like Rubik would be jealous of me kissing someone else after all I use to do it all the time after I'd kill them on the show. On top of that he went through Lolita's like an alcoholic goes through liquor without showing the green eye when they were with someone else. So why the jealousy now?

"So where am I?" I asked, "So I can get home."

"You are in the Black Forest and there is also a house near by that has a Scotty."

"How far?"

"It's about five feet away, just keep going straight."

I kept walking straight dwelling in my thoughts. Strange things have been going on in my life. Going back to Wichita, getting hit in the face by Isaac, losing my virginity to Rubik, Korea, then lastly that annoying impersonator. I wonder what else is going to happen next? I've finally reached the house which was almost as big as a mansion and it was blacker then the darkness. The only thing I could tell it was a house was there was a window with the light on. I put my hands on the wall of the house trying to feel for a door or something to climb since the house didn't show any sign of entrance.

I've circled the house for about an hour with no success. Why did the rich have to be so private to the point the house has no way in? In a typical rich person's house the place looks like a building with no doors, no windows, no nothing. Funny, I've always thought I was paranoid. I was about to give up until I've felt a crevice. As I touched it a light appeared making a Z shape. "Finally," I said to myself. I was trying to find another shape. At first I thought it was a name of a person but, when I've found the other shape it wasn't a name but, a symbol. When I saw that symbol I sighed in annoyance. "Great…..first 4 Sweet Girls then Nazis."

The symbol on the wall was swastika which glowed brightly against the dark wall of the house. That's just great, I have to steal Scotty from a bunch of Nazis. What fun! The glowing symbol went from bright to nothing thus making an entrance to the house. At first it was dark when I stepped inside only to run into another door. "Oh, god I hope this house isn't one of those Russian doll houses," I whispered. I remember Georgette broke into this one house were it lead to another room then another, then another. She counted twenty straight rooms or so and the funny thing was the house she broke in was a tiny house big enough for two rooms.

I opened the door to a place that was all light. For a moment I thought I stepped into heaven but, I don't think heaven would be in a Nazi house. As I stepped inside I heard someone screaming in hot passion. I went down the white hallway that lead to a all white living room with white sofa, white carpets and white on white on WHITE. The sounds of love where coming from upstairs were I could see an almost open door. I've forgot about Scotty for a moment and went upstairs to see who which Nazi was getting laid. As I got closer to the door I heard two people talking dirty in two different languages. I wasn't too surprised to hear German in there but, I wasn't expecting Spanish. On top of that it wasn't man against woman in a heat of passion but, two woman doing it together.

When I finally peaked through the door, I didn't know weather to laugh or be bewildered by what I was seeing because I was feeling both. The couple doing it doggie style was a Latino woman with extremely huge breasts and Frau Hitler (or should I say Herr Hitler) right behind the Latina who was screaming, "Oh mas, mas, mas!" I put my hand to my mouth just to keep myself from laughing hysterically then I heard the click in my ear.

"Did you find the house?"

"Yep."

"Have you found Scotty yet."

"Nope, but, I've certainly found Hitler having a good time with a big breasted Latino woman," I whispered, trying so hard to control the laughter. I heard Rubik click out for a couple of seconds. At first I thought he was angry with me until I heard him come back on. "Sorry, what you just said to me was hilarious and I didn't want to make you deaf by my loud laughing but, you are very close to Scotty."

"So where is it?"

"It's in the room next to the lovely couple."

I went into the other room. Of course it was white but there was nothing in there but a white cylinder with a glass top in the middle. Slowly I went over to the place that holds Scotty with is a small square cube that you can fit in your pocket only to find it wasn't there. I sighed, maybe Hitler used Scotty to bring the Latino woman from South America to Germany and forgot to put it back. It also meant it was still in their room. At least that was what I thought.

"You looking for this?" asked Alex.