Here's the new chapter of Wonderland. W I actually started writing it on the 31st on the long bus ride to school. This is part one of three of the story that includes Rajan. We should have two or three chapters of this.

Also, I just want to point out, updates haven't been as frequent as they usually are because I'm once again busy with school project and quizzes. I will try to update at least once a weekend.

Your POV:

Sly's on recon again. After he comes back, Bentley will come up with a plan and assign the missions. Good thing too. You're itchy for action. You're bored, and you miss Neyla. And all of your friends from the real world. Well, you have to be at least still alive, since you're fully-functioning while you're here. But a Nightmare On Elm Street thought crosses your mind: if you die here, do you die in real life? It's better safe than sorry, so you better watch your step and watch what you do.

You're bored out of your mind. You let out a groan. You miss the Internet. And your PS3. Tools of Destruction is just calling out to you.

You miss home. You wonder what everyone's doing without you. Arianna must be so worried if you and your parents are in the hospital. She took your father's death so hard.

God, you're going to have so much school work to make up when you wake up. And your email and DeviantART accounts are going to be so spammed up. You've got so much art waiting for you back at home. You just miss…everything. You guess it's true what they say: you never know what you have until it's gone.

"You okay?" Murray asks.

You smile. Murray makes you feel so at home. He's kinda like a little brother to you, even though he's only God knows how much older than you. But he's the only one that really makes you feel at home. "I'm okay, Murray. Just a bit homesick."

He hugs you. "C'mon and play something with me."

You grin. "Okay, Murray."

After a few rounds of Grand Theft Auto, Sly comes in through the door with his pictures. And you're seriously grossed out. "Ugh, I can't believe Rajan actually carries around half a heart with him. I don't care if it's mechanical, it's still disgusting." How could it not be? That's a HEART-that's supposed to be in somebody's chest. It reminds you of that episode of Scrubs where that guy's staples popped out when he sneezed and you could see his heart beating.

"Cerlie," Bentley gets your attention. "Neyla's outside, she's got something to show you."

You nod, and leave. Neyla's right outside. "Hey," You great. "God, how bad was Bitch Queen? She must've come close to killing somebody after what happened in the ballroom."

Neyla laughs. "You should've seen her face. And I have to warn, Sly's interested in your 'husband'."

You stay quiet for a minute. "Neyla, if almost anyone else had said that, I would've punched them in the mouth."

She chuckles. "Anyway," You wonder where she's from. She speaks with this kind of accent, but you can't tell exactly what it is. Defiantly not Russian, Irish, or Scottish. "I found some more information on your family." You feel your ears perk up-oh God, you feel like a dog! "It turns out your adoptive father's death was no accident. It was planned. Somebody set it in motion and then got your adoptive mother to fall in love with someone with the Noukhayev name. They wanted to put you on the trail of your family. I just don't know who yet. I suspect someone in the Klaww gang knows."

The mystery of your family just gets more and more mysterious, doesn't it? You need to get the Clockwerk parts and then move on to the next Klaww gang member. The Klaww gang member probably isn't Rajan. But perhaps Dimitri knew something. After all, he may be from France, but he was involved with organized crime. Rajan was on the black market, but those are pretty different fields. "Neyla, I need the names of all of the Klaww gang members."

She nodded. "Dimitri, Rajan, Arpeggio, Jean Bison, and the Contessa."

"The Contessa?" You shout. You tap into your ear piece. "Bentley, did you hear that?" He says no, he wasn't paying attention. "Neyla's just informed me the Contessa is a Klaww gang member!"

"What?" Bentley shouts.

"Neyla, why is she with Interpol?" You ask.

"I don't know, I'm working on that right now. I think she's working undercover to keep the police off Rajan's trail."

You give a smirk. "Well, we all see how well that's worked out. Neyla, I need to get back, Bentley's going to need me soon. Get in contact as soon as you get more info, alright?" She nods and before she runs off, you say, "And Neyla, be careful." She nods and then in a moment, she's gone.

You head back into the hideout. You know you and Neyla are going to be friends for a really, really long time.

Bentley's POV:

You weren't paying attention because you're thinking of ways to apologize to Cerlie. You owe it to her. She's not here to harm you, and neither is Neyla. You don't truly trust either of them yet, but now…it's just time to start. Cerlie is too close to Murray to hurt him or Sly or you and Neyla's too close to Cerlie to hurt her.

"Bentley," Cerlie starts as she enters the hideout. "I know what you're going to say, but…I think we should offer Neyla an invitation to the Cooper gang. She's earned it, Bentley. And having someone in Interpol on the team has proven to be useful and Neyla's proved time and time again that she's trustworthy."

You pause. "I see your point, Cerlie. I do think we should consider it."

She smiles-a real smile. The most real smile you've ever seen on her face. You didn't think Cerlie could look like that, at least not while looking at you. You guess that's your own fault.

Your POV:

Wow, that was a lot easier than you thought it would be. You thought it would've been like writing a persuasive essay for English class. But Bentley's not dumb; he must realize how wonderful Neyla's been. She's been a big help; not just to you, but to the team. "Sly, Murray, what do you guys think?" You ask.

Sly nods. "She's your best friend, and she's helped us out a lot."

Murray agrees. "Yeah, Neyla would be fun to have on the team."

You smile. "And she's with Interpol. We won't have to worry about having her close by."

That settled it. The next time you saw Neyla, you were going to offer her a position on the Cooper gang. Hell, she might even quit Interpol, but you wouldn't care if that made her less valuable. She's the best friend you've ever had, you want her to be there.