Isabella woke to find Phineas wrapped around her, and smiled. The first flush of dawn shone through the window, and she was warm under the blankets with her lover, skin pressed against bare skin. It hadn't even been a week since they'd last spent the night together like that, but so much had changed in that short time that it felt far longer. Sometimes she wished she could stay like this forever, just wrapped up in Phineas's love.

Unfortunately, her implants could only make it easier for her to ignore biological needs, not obviate them entirely, and right now, she needed to pee. With a quiet sigh, she lifted Phineas's arm and slipped out from under the covers. The room was slightly chilly, but fortunately the mobile home was well-insulated. She pulled open the drawers until she found the one where she'd put her clean underwear, grabbing a sports bra and a pair of panties. A quick stop in the bathroom, and she went out to the living room to do her morning stretches.

She had to take it easy on her injured shoulder, which had had to work a little too hard during the fight, but it felt good to move again. Two days in the hospital and a day of travel had meant entirely too little exercise. She ran through her cycle of stretches, moving on to bodyweight exercises. With a smile, she activated her implants and went through the momentum exercises that the Dewdrop scientists had come up with to help them learn how to handle their bodies when moving at speeds faster than humans were normally capable of. She paused and listened for a moment, and heard Phineas softly snoring in the bedroom. She deactivated the implants and ran through some katas to complete her routine.

He must be exhausted. Normally Phineas showed up while she was still working out; frequently, that led to him joining her in the shower. For him to sleep through her entire routine must mean that yesterday had taken more out of him than he'd shown. He'd never really been in full-on combat before their escape, and had never shot at anyone before yesterday morning's fight. She crept up the stairs, finding him still sound asleep. She quietly retrieved a pair of jeans and a shirt, along with a pair of socks, and left him a note that she'd gone for a run. They weren't quite workout clothes, but they were the best she had right now.

Trying to fight after three months of peace had convinced her that stretches weren't enough. She put on a light jacket, then stepped outside. Her breath fogged in the chilly morning air, and she rubbed her arms briefly to warm them, then waved to the two soldiers patrolling the street. She knocked on the door to number one, next door. After a moment, Warrant Officer Park opened the door, wearing a heavy flannel robe. "What's up?"

"I need to go for a run. I figured I should let you know in case you'd like to have someone go with me."

He thought for a moment, then nodded. "Give me two minutes to get ready, and I'll go along myself."

"That works."

"Why don't you come in instead of freezing out there," he said, stepping back from the door. She followed him in, closing the door behind her. As he went into the smaller bedroom, she looked around; the mobile home he shared with the captain looked almost exactly like the one she and Phineas were sharing.

He came back down dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "We can see about taking you to Medicine Hat to go shopping today if you'd like. I assume all your stuff got left behind in the States?"

"Yeah, we had to leave everything except what fit in one backpack. Phineas picked up a few items in Fort Frances, but that was it."

"Well, there's a CANEX in Ralston, just south. That's the exchange store. If that's not enough, Medicine Hat isn't exactly a big city, but they should have most of what you need. I don't think we want to try taking you to Calgary."

"Ralston sounds fine for now."

"How long were you planning to run?"

"I don't know. Half an hour or so?"

"Okay," he said, nodding. "I haven't been around this base much, but I think I know the way around enough for that."

"Lead the way," she said. He led her out of the house, locking the door behind him.

"Fuck, I forgot how much I hate Alberta," Park said, shivering a bit. "Sorry, miss."

Isabella snorted. "I was a soldier, too, Warrant Officer. I've done more than my fair share of swearing."

"Sorry. It's hard to remember that sometimes."

"Will you be okay in the cold?"

"I'll be fine once we get running, but let's get a couple minutes of warmup in first," he said, starting to briskly walk along the side of the road in front of the houses.

"Sounds good." His legs were longer than hers, so she had to walk quickly to keep up with him.

"I..." He paused, then asked. "I'm curious - do you actually need to run to keep in shape, or...?"

"The implants help, but they can only work with the body they're stuck in. Fast reflexes don't help if your body is too out of shape to move quickly enough." She paused, and added, "And it's nice to be able to do things without them."

"That makes sense. You ready to start running?"

"Let's do this." They broke into a steady jog, and the morning's chill became easier to ignore as her body warmed up.

"Warrant Officer..." she began as they ran.

"Please, call me Colin," he said.

"That's fine, Colin. You can call me Isabella. Why is it hard to remember that I was a soldier?"

"We've got women in the Forces, but it's something like fifteen percent, and even fewer in CSOR. We haven't taken to female soldiers the way the Americans did, especially in elite units."

She nodded as they started up a slight hill. "It was necessary. All four sides were desperate for soldiers, and decided they couldn't just ignore half the population. I don't remember who did it first; it was early in the war, and I was pretty young."

"I wonder how having women in the military affected the slavery laws," Colin said.

"I'm not sure, to be honest. Might have made it easier to pass them, I know a lot of senior government types were among the first to buy their own slave girls."

"Huh."

They ran along a bit further in silence. Isabella saw that Colin was apparently chewing something over in his head.

"It's okay, you can ask," she said.

"Were you serious about Phineas never forcing himself on you?"

"Completely," she said with a laugh. "It's not Stockholm Syndrome or anything like that, or at least I don't think so. He was very concerned about whether I could really consent as his property. Even once we did start...that sort of relationship, he made sure I knew that I could stop at any time."

"I guess he doesn't fit the stereotype of a slave owner."

"He didn't fit in with the other slave owners at all. We ended up going to a party thrown by the Mayor of Danville, and it ended up being more awkward for him than for me, really. I mean, I just had to stand there and look attractive, and he had to figure out how to tell Senators that he wasn't willing to loan me out."

"Loan...ew. Folks did that?"

"It seemed to be a popular pastime among that set."

Phineas woke slowly, stretching out before he realized that he was alone in the bed. He smiled, realizing that that meant one of his favorite parts of the day was here - getting to watch Isabella working out in the morning. He climbed out of bed, shivering a bit in the cool morning air, and picked his boxer shorts up off the floor, putting them on. He idly scratched his chest and started to head to the bathroom, when he noticed a note on the nightstand.

Phineas -

Went out for a run. Be back in a bit. Didn't want to wake you up.

Love you,

Isabella

He frowned a bit, concerned that he'd missed the workout, then shrugged. He went into the bathroom to investigate his shower options. There were towels, soap, and shampoo waiting, fortunately, even if the towels were scratchy, white, and industrial, and the soap and shampoo were military-issue Cleansers, Personal, For External Use.

He turned on the water in the tub, made sure the curtain was set up, and flipped the switch to send the water up to the shower. The water was still cold, so he investigated the drawers under the sink, finding a cheap disposable razor and a small can of Cream, Shaving.

By the time he'd finished, only nicking himself once with the unfamiliar razor, the shower had warmed up. He climbed under the water, letting it sluice over him, relaxing as the previous day washed away. He had shot someone. It was just a DIMMER, not a real gun, and it had been to protect Isabella, but...he had pointed a weapon at someone and pulled the trigger, and rejoiced as they went down. He wasn't sure he liked this side of himself. It was one thing to hit someone with a shock tab in self-defense, but this felt different.

He leaned his head on the fiberglass wall of the shower and sighed. He'd always been able to distance himself from his work before the Colorado trip. Yes, he had invented a clever device that let a bomb tumble through dimensions to bypass armor and protective earthworks, but he could say he'd never dropped one of those bombs on anyone. Then he'd seen what happened to people hit by a tumbler bomb. The dimensional transport caused a bizarre implosion/explosion combination that could blast one person to cinders while leaving another almost unscathed except for an arm that was removed by a dimensional cut, leaving a fractal scorch mark in its wake.

Even before that, he'd made interesting inventions without worrying exactly what their effects would be. An innovative stealth system for airplanes was just a way to keep people safe, until it was used to sneak cruise missiles through heavily-guarded enemy airspace to hit unprotected areas in the rear. The DIMMER itself was Ferb's invention, and surely a knockout gun wasn't a problem? Until you realized it could be used to capture and enslave enemy soldiers.

The bathroom door opened. "Hey," Isabella said, closing it behind her. "Want some company?"

"I could really use that right now," he said wistfully.

He heard the rustle of her clothes coming off, and then the shower curtain rattled aside as she climbed in. He always loved looking at her, lean and muscular, and the smile on her face when she saw him told him that the feeling was mutual. "What's up?" she asked, pressing her naked body up against his own as her arms slid around him. Her skin was cold to the touch from the outside air.

"Just...thinking," he said, resting his arms around her shoulders.

"Good thoughts?" she asked dubiously.

"Not really."

"What's wrong?"

"I..." He sighed. "I'm just thinking about yesterday. I'm not used to fighting."

She nodded. "It takes getting used to. You're pretty good at it, though. You keep calm, which is the important part." She leaned up and gave him a kiss. "We need to get showered and dressed, though. We're supposed to meet Colin in about 20 minutes to go get some breakfast, and I for one am starving. And then after that, we're going into Ralston to do some shopping."

"Gotcha. Care to scrub my back for me?"

Ferb bundled the heavy jacket around him as he stepped off the military transport plane. Behind him, he could hear Doctor Tjinder's teeth already starting to chatter in the bitter cold that the noon sun couldn't dispel. "I never should have agreed to come here," Tjinder said, pulling his suitcase behind him with one hand as he wrapped his own jacket around himself with the other.

"It'll be fine once we're inside," Ferb said. He took a deep breath, savoring the crisp, cold scent of the prairie air, then blowing it out in a frosted puff.

Ahead of them, a military SUV was just pulling up. The driver got out and trotted over to them. "Mr. Fletcher? Mr. Tjinder?" he said in a slight Quebecois accent.

"Doctor Tjinder," Tjinder said testily.

"Sorry, Doctor. Come this way, we've got housing set up for you. I'm Master Corporal Duval, they sent me over to fetch you."

Ferb followed the young man to the SUV, climbing into the passenger side. Tjinder got into the back with a glare as Duval placed his suitcase in the back before climbing into the driver's seat. Fortunately, the SUV was warm inside.

"Mr. Flynn and Ms. Garcia-Shapiro are off buying supplies in Ralston," Duval said. "They should be back in an hour or two."

"How far away from Medicine Hat are we?" Tjinder asked, leaning forward. "Or is there any civilization closer than that?"

"There's Ralston, just south, but that's mostly just housing for folks working on base. There's a CANEX there." Duval put the SUV in gear and they started away from the airfield. "A few little towns, but not really much between here and Medicine Hat. 40 klicks to the nearest full-size Timmy's, in Redcliff, although there's a little kiosk in the CANEX."

"I never should have agreed to this," Tjinder moaned into his hands.

They crossed a highway and pulled up at a security gate. Duval lowered the window, and the guard said, "Badges, please." Ferb fished his out from inside his jacket and held it up for the guard to see. After checking all of their badges, the guard nodded and waved them through.

"We've got you set up in special housing," Duval said as he closed the window. "Captain Desjardins will get you sorted out."

"Who is that?" Tjinder asked.

"Head of the platoon. We're Special Operations Regiment, Bravo Company, 11 Platoon. I'm second-in-command of the second squad."

"I do not know what that means," Tjinder said, frowning.

Ferb rolled his eyes. "Captain Desjardins is the person in charge of the group of soldiers we're working with. I've been told he'll be our interface to the rest of the base."

"Sounds about right," Duval said. "And here we are."

They had pulled up at a second security checkpoint at the end of a small pathway. A Jackal sat at the end with its gunner ready; another sat at the far end of the path. Between them, four single-wide mobile homes sat.

A soldier climbed out of the Jackal to check their badges again, comparing the names and photos to a list on his clipboard, then waved them past. The SUV stopped at the first mobile home, which had a number 1 next to the door.

"I'll go get your keys," Duval said. "You stay where it's warm."

Ferb poked at his phone a bit, checking on his email that was kept on a secure European server. The Fletcher-Flynn computer system reported several break-in attempts after the core databases had all shredded their encryption keys. He had copies of them - and the databases themselves, for that matter - but all the disks back in Danville might as well be filled with random data. He smiled thinly.

His mother was asking why he'd requested she leave so quickly. He gave her a quick synopsis that mentioned that the military had wanted to detain Isabella, and that she and Phineas had been forced to flee, while carefully not mentioning why the military had wanted Isabella so badly.

Master Corporal Duval returned, followed by a short, but muscular, man wearing an officer's uniform. Duval opened the passenger door, and the officer leaned in. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," he said with a slight Quebecois accent. "I am Captain Desjardins. Monsieur Fletcher, you are in number three. Doctor Tjinder, you are in number four." He pulled two rings of keys from his pocket, glanced at them, and handed one to each of them.

"Merci, Capitaine," Ferb said, drawing a smile from the Captain.

Holly muttered to herself as she stuck her fork into her reheated frozen lasagna. She wasn't normally supposed to be in on Saturdays, but it hadn't been a normal week. I suppose it's a good thing Isabella can't meet for lunch today, since I'm too busy to leave the office. She looked at the list of phone calls she needed to return; she'd swear the pieces of paper were multiplying on their own. The mayor had been in damage-control mode all week, but hopefully things would calm down soon.

The door to the mayor's office opened, and a short, lightly-tanned, balding man in a crisp military uniform came in. Holly recognized him; General Alexander Archer was an old friend of the mayor's, and had been Phineas and Ferb's primary sponsor in the military as head of Special Research Projects.

Holly swallowed and said, "Good afternoon, General. He might on the phone with someone right now; just give me a second to check."

"Thank you, Holly." He waited by her desk while Holly checked the phone lines.

All the lights were off, so she pushed the intercom button. "Mayor, General Archer is here to see you."

"Send him in," the mayor said. The general nodded and opened the door, walking through. He swung it closed, but it didn't quite latch, leaving a small gap that Holly could hear through.

"Alex! What brings you here?" the mayor boomed. "I suppose you've got your own shit to deal with from those traitorous bastards."

"Yeah, I've been reassigned, Dutch. That idiot Riggins is taking over Special Research Projects."

"But that was your baby! They gave it to you special! You built that department, Alex!"

"And now I'm getting sent to fucking Montana. Because fucking Flynn can't keep it in his fucking pants."

"Jesus. Montana? What are you doing?"

"They want me to continue with Sledgehammer - that's what Flynn and his asshole brother were working on. Reproducing that jackoff Maybourne's Dewdrop tech."

"Why Montana?"

"Because some bright spark decided to put Sanford West in the middle of fucking nowhere, Dutch. Fort William Fucking Henry Harrison."

"The bigwigs are pissed, I take it."

The general laughed. "That's an understatement. You know how much they want Dewdrop technology."

What's Dewdrop? And why does the mayor know about it? Holly thought. To be on the safe side, she finished her lasagna and put on her telephone headset.

"Well, of course. So, let them slip through your fingers once..."

"Twice. Including one international incident. I sent a snatch team to get Flynn and the girl at the hospital in Canada. Evidently we gave her too much time to recover, because she took them down."

Holly suppressed a chuckle. She'd seen Isabella fight, and had no doubts that she'd give any snatch team a serious run for their money.

"Shit. Did the team get caught?"

"Of course. Canadians caught them all. No fatalities on either side, and that's the only reason we aren't at war with all of Europe right now."

"I hadn't heard anything."

"Well, we're still technically on a war footing, so the media's suppressing the story at our request. There's burbles going around the Internet, but Canada doesn't want to rock the boat right now, so it hasn't blown open."

"What happened to the team?"

In a pompous east-coast accent that sounded vaguely like the Secretary of State, the general said, "Negotiations are progressing," and both men laughed.

"Shame we lost the girl, Alex. I mean, I can see why Flynn went for her. I suppose if we get her back, I'm not getting a crack at her anyway."

"If they catch her, they'll send her up to Montana with me. I'm sure we can arrange a visit. Before any drastic procedures start."

"I'd owe you one."

"You already owe me more than one, Dutch. I think I'm going to need to call a few of those in before too long." He paused, and said, "I'll keep you posted as much as I can. Need to go catch my flight to the godforsaken middle of nowhere."

"You'll come out smelling like roses, Alex. You always do. Come back to visit when you can, okay?" the mayor said. She heard chairs shuffling, and punched up the first of her return phone calls.

The general waved to her on his way out, and she nodded in his direction.

Isabella looked out the window at the Alberta prairie as the SUV carried her back to the base. A blanket of snow covered the fields to either side of the road, as far as the eye could see. It reminded her of where she'd grown up, in its own way - New Mexico had its own share of wide-open spaces, and the Dewdrop bunker had been located right in the middle of one of them. Fewer trees and more snow than home, though. There we didn't usually have more than a couple inches at any time.

They'd gone into Ralston, just south of the base, for clothes and other necessities at CANEX, the local exchange store. She'd found a nice, heavy parka, which she was pretty sure she'd need, as well as some running clothes suitable for the cold weather. After consultation with Captain Desjardins, she and Phineas had decided that phones weren't a significant security risk as long as they weren't in any of their names. They'd picked up disposable prepaid phones that could be charged up with cards sold at the CANEX. They planned to buy new phones every few months, just in case.

Fortunately, most of Phineas's money was kept outside American control, so even if his American accounts had been frozen, he still had money to work with. That was still a novelty, even after living with Phineas for three months. She'd grown up in the orphanage with basically nothing to her name, and the money she'd earned working as a soldier for the Southwest had been placed away in an account that she generally couldn't get to. She'd had access to funds while on missions, but that was different.

The SUV in front of them pulled to a stop at the security checkpoint, and after its passengers were checked, it was waved through. Corporal Oates, driving the SUV she was in, pulled up after them, and the guard asked for ID for everyone inside. Isabella showed the security badge she wore on a lanyard; Colin and Phineas did the same, as did Sergeant Hathaway in the front passenger seat. She knew that the remaining six members of Hathaway and Oates's squad was in the other SUV. A whole squad to keep an eye on us. Ridiculous. But then, given that the Americans had already attacked a hospital to get to her and Phineas, she supposed that she should expect a security team to go with her everywhere for a while. Not everyone gets the Special Operations Regiment as bodyguards. She'd heard of CSOR, of course - they were among the most special of the Canadian special forces.

The SUVs were stopped by another squad member, guarding their row of mobile homes, and waved through after IDs were once again checked. She suspected that folks would get lax with the checking eventually, but for now, they were being diligent.

Another SUV was parked in front of unit number three, and Ferb came out the front door as their vehicle rolled to a stop in front of unit number two. "You made it back," he said.

"We did. How was Toronto? Any luck?" Phineas asked.

"Quite a bit, yes. You were right, Vanessa was running Doofenshmirtz Biosciences. She's onboard with what we need, and loaned us one of her top scientists. He's in number four."

"Sweet!" Phineas said. "We grabbed a spare phone for you. We figured we should probably use burners, because we don't know how much the Americans can get out of the Canadian cell phone system."

Ferb's eyes went up, and he pulled out his phone, turning it off. "I hadn't thought about that. Thank you." He looked uncomfortable for a moment, then asked, "Isabella, may I speak with you for a moment? In private?"

"Sure. Can we go inside?"

"You two head in, I'll grab the stuff," Phineas said.

Isabella unlocked their door and let Ferb in. "What's up?"

"I have an awkward question for you. About Heinz Doofenshmirtz."

Isabella nodded. "I guessed, once I heard who we were dealing with. What did you want to know?"

"Did you...?" Ferb trailed off, then straightened his shoulders. "Did you kill him? I know electronics and infiltration was your specialty, and that matches how he died. I'm sorry, but Vanessa asked me to find out."

"No. He was one of the first Dewdrop kills, but it wasn't me. Tyfani - Echo One - did it. We were all watching from the command center, because it was Echo group's first kill."

Ferb exhaled in relief. "Thank you. I'm sorry, but..."

"I get it. Since we're supposed to work with her, it would have been awkward. She might not be as forgiving as you were."

"I knew you as a person before I found out. It...helped. I'm still working on it. Thank you for being honest with me once you could."

The door swung open, and Phineas came in carrying several bags. "Sorry. Did I take long enough?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Isabella said.

Ferb knocked on Phineas and Isabella's door; Isabella opened it with a smile, letting him and Baljeet in. "Come on in out of the cold, both of you," she said.

"Thank you," Ferb said, ushering the scientist in. "We'll go hit the exchange tomorrow for groceries and anything else you need, Doctor Tjinder."

"That would be nice," he said. "I had to leave almost everything behind in Toronto."

Inside the house, Phineas leaned in from the kitchen. "Sorry, dinner's running a bit late, I'm still finding everything in the kitchen here. Should be ready in about fifteen minutes."

"That's fine," Ferb said. "Phineas, Isabella, this is Doctor Baljeet Tjinder, from Doofenshmirtz Biosciences. Doctor Tjinder, this is Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, last of the Dewdrop project, and in the kitchen is Phineas Flynn, my step-brother and co-inventor of the tumbler bomb."

"Welcome, Doctor Tjinder. Let me take your coat. May I call you Baljeet?" Isabella asked.

"I would prefer not, thank you," the doctor said as he and Ferb handed her their coats.

"Oh. Okay. Please, have a seat, Doctor Tjinder," she said after a momentary hesitation. Behind the doctor's back, Ferb rolled his eyes. Isabella saw, and a quick hint of a smile was quickly stifled.

Ferb took a seat on the couch, while Doctor Tjinder perched on the edge of one of the chairs. Isabella was returning from dropping off their coats when somebody else knocked on the door. She rushed over, revealing a tall, muscular Asian man - probably Korean, if Ferb was guessing right - in BDUs with a Warrant Officer's insignia on the shoulder.. "Colin!" she said. "Welcome. I'm glad you could make it."

The soldier gave her an easy grin as he came in. "Beats the base caf, I'm sure."

"Hey, breakfast was pretty decent. Let me take your coat," she said.

He handed her his coat and said, "You seemed to enjoy it, yes."

"It's the implants," she said, ducking down the hall to drop off the coats. The soldier came over and sat on the couch, stretching out his legs and nodding to Ferb and Doctor Tjinder.

Isabella returned after a moment. "Colin, this is Ferb Fletcher and Doctor Baljeet Tjinder," she began. "Doctor Tjinder's on loan from Doofenshmirtz Biosciences to help with our research. Ferb, Doctor Tjinder, this is Warrant Officer Colin Park. He's second in command to Captain Desjardins. Is the Captain coming, Colin?"

"Nah, he's meeting with the base commander tonight. Nice to meet you, Ferb, Doc," Colin said, shaking Ferb's hand and leaning over to extend a hand to Doctor Tjinder. Tjinder bristled a bit at the shortened nickname, but extended his hand and shook. "Call me Colin, I think we're going to be working together pretty closely."

"Oh?" Isabella asked, taking a seat in the other chair and curling her legs underneath herself.

"The Captain was saying he wants me to be your primary liaison with the platoon, and with the base in general. So I'll probably be hanging around a lot."

"Well, glad to have you around, then," Isabella said.

"So about your implants," Doctor Tjinder said. "I have seen the presentation that Mr. Flynn and Mr. Fletcher made before they had a sample to work from. Is it accurate?"

"I actually haven't looked at it," Isabella said. "Sorry, I've been kind of busy running for my life and recovering from a gunshot."

Colin's eyebrows went up. "Seriously? I mean, I saw you in action yesterday, and you looked fine."

Isabella gave an embarrassed grimace. "The implants help accelerate healing. Which is the other reason I was shoveling down food at breakfast - keeping them active requires a lot of calories."

"Fascinating," Doctor Tjinder said. "What does it do to accelerate the healing process?"

"I really don't know. Dr. Vargas or Dr. Conway would be able to tell you - they were the team that invented the implants."

"Can I meet them?" Doctor Tjinder asked.

"They're dead, unfortunately. The Dewdrop bunker was hit by a tumbler bomb just before the war ended. Everyone inside died, and all their notes were destroyed," Isabella said.

Doctor Tjinder deflated. "Oh. I suppose that was too much to hope. There were no backups?"

Isabella winced. "The backups were also destroyed just before the war ended."

"Let's not get too involved in shop talk yet," Ferb said. "We've had a rather stressful week, and we can start better on Monday if we relax a bit this weekend."

"General Archer?" Higgs said, leaning in his open office door as he worked on unpacking his things. He didn't want to work on Sundays normally, but he wanted his office set up before Monday morning. Sergeant Higgs had come along with him, and was setting up her own desk, just outside his office.

"Yes, Higgs?"

"You wanted an update if anything interesting happened to Fletcher's cell phone. An intelligence asset designated 492 has cell phone location information within the Canadian network, and sent us a bit of news. He's moved, here's the latest." She walked in and handed him a sheet of paper.

He scanned it quickly. It said that Fletcher's cell phone had left Toronto and gone to CFB Suffield, a name he didn't recognize off-hand. "Where's this Suffield?" he asked as he kept reading.

"Just across the border, sir. About 300 miles north, in Alberta."

He nodded in acknowledgement. Fletcher had gone with a researcher from Doofenshmirtz Biosciences, a Baljeet Tjinder, Ph.D. Fletcher's phone had suddenly been turned off, but a prepaid phone had come online almost immediately thereafter. Archer grinned.

"Okay. Designate Tjinder's phone as Tango One and track it. Designate this new prepaid as Romeo One. Find any other phones that are on overnight near either of those, and find the owners. Add ones with known owners to Uniform group, prepaid to Romeo group. Let me know what you've found tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."