Jack faced down the teens with gusto, kicking, dodging, and punching with combos that'd get him bonus points in Street Warriors.
He flipped through the air, landing on a higher platform, but spotted Jerry run out of the building.
"That's my cue! Until next time, gentlemen!" Jack leaped over his assailants, grabbed a nearby skateboard and sped out of there.

The gang met at the dojo that night discuss their findings.
Rudy was sitting on the ground when Jack and Jerry entered. They were the first arrivals, yet their sensei barely acknowledged them.
"Rudy?" Jerry waved his hand in front of his face. "Are you alive?"
The man scoffed but didn't respond. "What's with him?" Jack wondered warily.
Rudy sighed, then stood.
"I'm forlorn," he said in a miserable tone. "FORLORN!"
He turned and fell face down, kicking his feet.
"I'm guessing you couldn't find anything on Juliana," Kim arrived with Milton in time to see their esteemed sensei throwing a tantrum.
"Where's Eddie and Julie?" Jack asked.
"Julie has to go to a neurology seminar out of town," Milton explained. "We forgot about it with all the excitement. She'll be safe but unfortunately she can't help us any more."
Jack stared. "Did you plan that?"
The boy rolled his eyes, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Yes, Jack, I definitely mailed a ticket to a neurology seminar to my girlfriend a few weeks ago because I knew that a crazed puzzler would come after us while we searched for Eddie's secret ex."
Jerry nodded contemplatively. "I'd say that sounds legit."
There was a brief pause.
"Anyway, Eddie is grabbing some snacks," Kim went to Rudy's office. "It's been a long few days."
The aforementioned teen entered with fast food.
"They had a sale at the burger place," he enthused. "Let's get cracking!"
He nearly tripped over Rudy, who sat up with annoyance.
"Can't you see I'm being forlorn here?!" he snapped. "And—ooooh, is that orange soda?"
Standing, Rudy swiped Eddie's drink and sipped loudly.
"All right, people, let's get this started," Kim pushed in a whiteboard and noticed the guys congregating around Eddie. "Guys?" She sighed. "We need more girls in this club."

Rudy had been unable to find any suspicious data on Juliana Riker. (As if it wasn't obvious why he had a fit.)
However, a search on Mrs. Riker had hit jackpot.
"What kind of internationally renowned principal dancer has a criminal record?" Milton doubted his words at once.
"Oh trust me, she's infamous on the circuit. Rumour has it she was charged with assault, thievery, and international espionage, among other things," Rudy assured them, his eyes gleaming. "It's mostly unfounded, but everyone agrees on two points: Mrs. Riker is an amazing ballerina and a scary lady."
Eddie snorted. "Don't have to tell me twice."
Rudy grabbed a marker to write down countries and Mrs. Riker's alleged activities.
"While in Eastern Europe, she was also accused of kidnapping," Rudy raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Are you saying Juliana was abducted?" Kim was astonished.
There was a brief moment of silence as everyone exchanged looks.
"That's impossible!" Eddie refuted stubbornly.
"Mrs. Riker took no leaves of absences that would account for a pregnancy around the time of Juliana's birth," Rudy stated. "And she was widowed at twenty-five…"
Eddie's palm slammed against the floor.
"She took Juliana?!" he was outraged. "But that makes no sense!"
Jack rubbed his neck nervously. "It…gets worse."
Jerry launched into his own account of the spike on Don's system, involving less technical vocabulary and more explosions. Jack wrote the details silently, ignoring Eddie's fuming. He hoped he'd calm down as they went on.
He didn't.
"Are you saying Juliana is a psycho hacker?!" Eddie snarled venomously. "I know her! She isn't the enemy here, she's the victim!"
Milton tilted his head. "But you only knew her for a month. You can't have learned everything about her."
Eddie glared. "Well you and Julie have been dating for a while, you know everything about her?!"
Milton jumped.
"Not cool, Eddie," he warned, his hands balled into fists.
"Everyone settle down!" Kim ordered. "Especially you, boyfriend. Let's get all the info together before we jump to conclusions." Falling back, both boys took their seats once again, eating and drinking sullenly. The atmosphere simmered angrily.
"What did you and Julie find, Milton?" Kim changed the subject.
Milton glared before scrawling a long line of code. He threw the marker aside.
"There," he spoke brusquely. "That's what we found."
Someone was touchy…
Jerry yawned. "I get you're in a bad mood, dude, but we need an explanation!"
In short, concise terms, Milton outlined the mystery video as well as Juliana's equally mysterious friend. He concluded with Ella's ominous warning.
"Was your girlfriend into cricket?" Milton asked briskly.
"I…I guess, she lived in England for a while, but see? She was being stalked!" Eddie was irrepressible. "I bet the stalker pulled that stunt and manipulated her face!"
Jack shrugged. "You're reaching a little, Eddie."
He gave Jack a death stare.
"But it's possible!" Jack hurriedly rectified. "Can you and Kim explain what you found in the sheet?"
Kim sorted her notes. "It was an excerpt from the Bible, with key words changed. These words formed a message."
Eddie glowered before sharing. "The words were: 'In times of the trouble, casualties' double. In times of doubt, refer to the fount. Count the times, find the rhymes. It's the foundation…' that's it."
She wrote it on the board neatly, avoiding the other paragraphs.
"Milton, can you shed any light on this?" Jack wondered.
"The Troubles in Ireland," the brain mused. "There's a play called Doubt, and there was something about a fountain pen…I'll need to do a little research, but it shouldn't take long."
Rudy nodded. "Okay, Milton, be careful. The last thing we need is Ella Wong returning with her army."
The others nodded, but Eddie was miserable.
"So either Juliana's a pawn, or she's been playing us this whole time?!" he pronounced bitterly. "How could I have been so blind?!" "We don't know for sure," Rudy tried to placate him.
"Yeah!" Jerry agreed. "But either way we got your back!"
Unfortunately, his encouragement triggered his anger.
Eddie stood hastily, glaring at everyone.
"That's the problem!" Eddie yelled. "You guys always bail me out when I'm in trouble 'cause I can't do it myself! Here we are again, and it's my fault! It's always my fault!"
He stormed away, taking everyone by surprise.
"Give him a few minutes," Kim advised uncertainly.

Eddie sat on a bench, a good distance from the dojo. Fury had carried him this far, but all that remained was disillusionment.
He didn't even bother to raise his head when someone else joined him.
"It's okay, Eddie," a familiar voice spoke. "I know how it feels."
He wasn't even surprised to see her.
"Was it all a lie?" he questioned. "Am I that dumb?"
She laughed softly. "You're not dumb. Besides, you're still keeping the important things secret."
He exhaled. "But my friends—"
"Will be fine," the dark-haired female insisted. "But me reassuring you has a double purpose. It's also a warning."
She handed over a simple white envelope.
"This is your last chance," she informed. "Don't waste it."

Jack found Eddie sitting alone, the envelope clutched in his hands.
"Eddie you okay?" Kim and the others found him. Milton was panting, while Jerry kept him on his feet.
"I'm fine," Eddie said woodenly. "Why?"
Jack pursed his lips. "Something's happened at the dojo."

Rudy was nowhere in sight, but the dojo had been plasters with paint bombs.
"We were attacked," Jerry reported. "Ninjas with paintball guns."
Eddie gaped at the destruction.
"Rudy sent us after you," Milton explained. "We literally just left before the ninjas went in. We witnessed the whole thing."
"But what about Rudy?" Eddie demanded.
"We're not sure," Jack admitted. "We heard a few screams, but that was it."
A groan filled the air. "Ow…"
The gang were bewildered as a blob that detached itself from the wall, leaving a sensei-shaped silhouette.
"Rudy?" Kim ventured hesitantly. "Is that you?"
The painted man fell flat on the ground. "Warning," he said clearly, though he struggled to keep conscious. "That was the last one."
The students rushed to his side, and Jack spotted a message among the colours.
PLAY WITH FIRE & YOU'LL GET BURNED. STAY AWAY.