Hey ya'll! Geez Louise, I took WAY too long! Honestly, I SO had intended for this to be finished and posted a Hell of a lot earlier than now, but life just seemed dead set on getting in the way and making me so busy as to have Lord knows how much difficulty in finding the time to work on my fanfiction. Oh well, at least now I've finally gotten this chapter done and posted for you guys to read, review, and enjoy! Good God I'm hoping this proves more than worth the long wait and that the next chapter doesn't take QUITE as long to finish (though we'd best not hold our breath on that latter hope). Anyway, in this new chapter we finally figure out just WHAT is happening to the girls. And as it turns out, not only is it indeed NOT pretty, but it also turns out that it's actually even worse than what Charlotte's apparent sympathizer had planned (and subsequently duped Charlotte into expecting)! Sound exciting! Dear God I hope so!

A/N: But first, I'll just remind you all again, that I do not own Glee. Get that? Got that? Good. Now, FINALLY, onward with the fic!

Chapter 21:

The Raptor Den

At around the same time that each of the boys had received their respective final texts from before the radio silence, the six girls were slowly making their way further and further away from McKinley High and closer and closer to what seemed like a somewhat less palatable looking stretch of neighborhood. The girls all narrowed their eyes. They couldn't help but feel that something was looking more than a little off about the whole situation. Even Charlotte was feeling rather nervous about just what she was getting herself into.

Susan, however, was by far the most suspicious and wary of what was going on. "I'm not liking the look of this place," she said. She directed a glare at Charlotte. "You absolutely certain this is where you wanted us to go?"

It took all of Charlotte's willpower to keep her own sense of unease hidden. As desperate as she was right now to hope that whatever it was that her mysterious supporter had planned would actually work, a small part of her even now couldn't help but feel that whatever his plan was would turn out to be a very bad idea. She forced her fear to as far back in her mind as she could. For now, the part of her that wanted so badly for what she believed her biggest dream to be fulfilled on her own birthday was far stronger than the more reasonable side that could tell how badly things were starting to seem very likely to be.

"Yes," she said. "We're close. I'm sure of it."

"You're sure of it?" Diana asked.

"Yes," said Charlotte.

"Considering the look of this place," Susan piped up, "we're gonna need a Hell of a lot stronger than 'sure of it'."

"In that case," said Charlotte. "I'm pretty damn sure."

"You'd better be," said Amber.

"No kidding," Naomi agreed. Even though she couldn't actually see how bad the part of the neighborhood they were in looked, she had a very instinctive feeling about the area's atmosphere that seemed to her to more than justify the sense of unease her allies appeared to be feeling.

It took all of Charlotte's willpower not to sigh in exasperation. "It will be worth it," she thought to herself. "It will be worth it." She took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Just keep moving," she said aloud. "We're almost there."

And indeed, they were. After about another few minutes, the other girls found themselves being signaled to a stop by Charlotte not too far from a building that, despite a rather silly sounding name, looked very contrastingly unsettling. The fact that there also seemed to be rock music very loudly playing from within did little to assuage their nerves. Diana and Susan promptly took one look at the building in question, and their eyes narrowed. Even at first glance, they could tell that things were starting to look screwy. They looked each other in the eyes, a silent message passing between them. To put it simply, things were not looking good, and they were feeling very glad indeed that they'd been keeping their respective male friends back at McKinley informed of their progress through town. They turned around to face Charlotte.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" asked Diana.

Charlotte took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Yes," she responded. "I'm sure. Very much sure."

"And why I ask, are we hanging around this place? Let alone around a crack house of all places!?" Amber asked. She pointed towards the building in question. "From what I hear of this place, it may not be officially active, but everyone knows that there's something still going on there that the cops just simply haven't been able to prove." She folded her arms across her chest. "And that being said," she continued. "No one, and I mean no one, in their right mind would want to be within 10 miles of this place unless they're either an idiot or a criminal; and last time I checked, neither of those two descriptions applies to any of us." Her eyes narrowed. "Except maybe for you."

Charlotte took a deep breath, trying her best not to lose her temper.

"For the record, it wasn't her idea for us to meet up in this area."

At the sound of this unexpected new voice, all six girls turned their heads in the direction it had come from. At the sight of the unfamiliar sophomore boy standing nearby, the eyes of the 5 girls who hadn't already seen him that day promptly narrowed. The boy's less than convincing hair and similar elements of his physical appearance didn't help.

"It was my idea," the boy continued.

This did nothing to ease the mind of the 5 girls who were currently glaring at him. "And who might you be?" Diana asked.

The boy smiled. At least, it seemed as if he were smiling. The unbelievably dark black sunglasses made it quite difficult for the girls to tell if his eyes had the same happy look in them that his mouth was trying to convey. He then opened his mouth, clearly about to speak.

"He's a new acquaintance I made earlier this afternoon."

The boy turned his head to face Charlotte, as did the 5 girls he'd now essentially been introduced to. Charlotte took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "We met in the hallway while I was on my way to lunch, and I thought Mr. Schuester would appreciate it if I were to be nice enough to let him get acquainted with you as well."

Diana directed her gaze back towards the boy in question, her eyebrow still raised in suspicion. Susan, Bailey, and the 2 sophomores likewise directed their suspicious gazes back at the boy, who awkwardly chuckled from nerves.

"Oh really?" Diana asked. She folded her arms across her chest. "I'll say this, I don't remember seeing you around anywhere at school. And trust me, with how low I rank on McKinley High's social ladder, I've gotten a good look at just about every student, freshmen included."

"I'll definitely agree with you there," said Susan, also folding her arms across her chest. "He certainly doesn't look like anyone I've seen around school." Her dark eyes narrowed. "Although, considering how very ridiculously fake his hair looks, and the fact that his eyes are covered with those sunglasses, he may yet turn out to be someone we've seen once or twice, if at all."

The boy smiled again. This time not even his sunglasses could hide the fact that the smile wasn't reaching his eyes. "I can certainly understand that you'd find me hard to recognize," he then said. He nodded his head. "I'll introduce myself further." He extended his hand. "Hello, I am Grayson Scott. It is very nice to meet you."

Diana and her four compatriots raised their eyebrows in disbelief.

"Odd name, I know." The boy nodded his head begrudgingly, and then pointed at Charlotte. "She was in disbelief as well, just for the record."

The girls all looked at each other, and then back at Scott.

"Well in that case," said Diana. "It's nice to meet you as well." She directed a glare towards the unnerving building behind the boy, and then pointed at it. "And why, may I ask, did you have us meet with you here of all places?"

The boy took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "A fair question," he admitted. "After all, I can certainly understand why you would be unnerved to be within close range of this place." He shook his head side to side as if trying to keep himself focused. Then he turned slightly and pointed his finger at the door. "But trust me, everything will be fine. Just come on inside with me, and I promise I'll explain everything. . ."

The eyes of 5 of the girls promptly narrowed in suspicion, but before they even had a chance to speak, a wide eyed and stunned Charlotte beat them to asking the question on their minds. "Excuse me?!" Charlotte yelled. She pointed at the building, straight at the glowing neon sign above the door that said Bacchus 24-7 Baseball House. "You never said anything about actually going in there!"

Scott winced. "I could have sworn I mentioned that . . ."

"You sure as Hell did not you filthy liar," Charlotte hissed. "You told me we would just be meeting right outside this place! Going in there was never part of the discussion!"

At the sound of all this, Scott directed his gaze briefly back at the other 5 girls, all of whom now had their eyes narrowed even further. Even Naomi had a narrow-eyed glare in her opaque eyes that made her look absolutely nightmarish. Gulping mentally, he turned his head to face Charlotte once more. "Ok, ok, maybe I did forget to mention that detail." He pointed at the other 5 girls. "But trust me, your compatriots and I? We'll be perfectly safe in there. . ."

"And I won't?!" Charlotte asked.

Scott mentally facepalmed. "Well you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you," he began. "You'll be waiting out here while I talk with your friends . . ."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone!" Charlotte pointed her finger at Scott, her eyes now narrowed lividly. "Why the Hell do I have to stay out here and wait?" She pointed her finger at the other 5 girls. "What you want to say to them? You can say it in front of me! Can't you?"

As the 6 girls watched, Scott seemingly winced yet again. "Well," he began uncertainly, "not exactly."

Charlotte's eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched. "Clarify."

The boy looked at Charlotte, then at the other 5 girls, and then back at Charlotte. "It's . . . complicated."

Susan scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Hah," she snorted. "Isn't that a convenient excuse?"

"You said it," said Diana. Amber and Naomi nodded their heads in agreement. Even Charlotte nodded her head in agreement. Bailey, however, merely raised her eyebrow.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "I'm gonna need better than that for you to convince me."

Scott sighed. "Look Charlotte, please just trust me on this. . ."

"Why?!" Charlotte yelled. "I barely even know you!" She gestured at the other 5 girls. "All 6 of us barely even know you!" She pointed at Scott. "And you have now twice been exposed to keeping secrets, and essentially made yourself out to be a liar!" She folded her arms across her chest. "You know what? I'm surprised I believed your spiel about empathizing with me. Clearly, you can't be trusted at all." She lifted her finger as if to prove a point. "And I, for one, am not spending another second within range of this godforsaken hell hole, especially now that you've essentially exposed this entire gathering to be just a big fat waste of time!"

"For once, I actually agree with you," said Diana.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Susan agreed.

"Yeah," said Naomi.

"You said it," said Amber.

Diana and Charlotte nodded their heads, knowing that a moment like this in which they both agreed on something would not happen often, but glad that they both shared this tiny bit of common sense. It was now quite clear to both of them that something wasn't right, and they could worry about maintaining their usual enmity at a later date, and at a safer location. Diana turned around to face the other four girls. "Come on girls," said the New Directions' female lead. "We're leaving."

"Thank God for that," said Susan. "Let's get out of here."

Charlotte, Naomi, and Amber promptly voiced their agreement, and they all started walking back the way they'd come. Or at least, it initially appeared as if they all started heading back the way they'd come. Susan, however, didn't take long to notice one tiny detail. "What the?" she asked. "Where's Bailey?"

Diana, Amber, and Naomi stopped and looked around, their eyebrows rising as they too realized that Bailey appeared to not be with them. Then they looked directly back the way they'd come just in time to see Bailey open the front door to the very building that they'd mere moments ago been so adamantly against entering.

Surprised, Diana, Susan, and the two sophomores rushed right back to the building's entrance. "Hey!" Diana yelled. "Get back here!"

"What are you doing Bailey?" Susan shouted. "Don't go in there!"

This shouting was enough to finally get Charlotte's attention, having failed to realize the situation before due to how she'd been at the very front of the group in the attempt to leave, and she turned her head in time to see first Bailey walk right through the now open door, and then the other 4 girls who'd accompanied her impulsively run through the open door themselves in pursuit. Upon sight of this, she promptly turned her body a full 180 to head back over herself. The sight of Scott coming around the door and entering the building himself, however, was enough to get Charlotte to start running.

"Hey!" she yelled. "Don't you dare!"

Scott made it into the doorway, grabbing onto the doorknob in the process. He turned his head to look in Charlotte's direction, wincing slightly at the sight of her running towards him and the door. "Sorry," he said. "This has to be done. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Just trust me." He stepped backwards, slamming the door shut as he did so. Charlotte was so angered by the sight and sound of the door slamming that she completely missed the distinctive clicking noise made when Scott then proceeded to lock the door from inside. Of course, to be fair, the loud music that was even now still blaring from within probably would have kept the locking noise sufficiently masked from her hearing even if she hadn't been angered by the fact that the door had now been closed. Nevertheless, it wasn't until she reached the door and tried to open it back up that she realized that Scott had locked her out. "And himself and the rest of the girls in," she thought to herself in a mixture of bitterness and horror.

She stopped tugging at the door. It was clear that such a tactic would be of no use. She started banging on the door with her fists. "HEY!" she yelled. "Open the door you cowardly moron!" But of course, as her fiendishly rotten luck would have it, and at what couldn't be a worse time for that matter, the blaring rock music drowned her out.

. . . . .

"What the Hell are you doing in here?!"

Bailey turned her head, half irritated and half amused when she saw none other than Diana, Susan, and the two sophomore girls now in the building alongside her. "This from a bunch of girls who are also in here?"

The other girls' eyes narrowed, clearly not amused by Bailey's sarcastic attempt at wit. "We came in here to get you back outside! Where it's safe!"

Bailey, shockingly enough, rolled her eyebrows. "Don't be so dramatic," she said. She pointed in the direction of the now closed door, where Scott just now happened to be standing. "So what if he screwed up a little in properly conveying his plans? I say we at least give him a chance anyway. I'm sure Mr. Schue would appreciate it if we did that."

"Hate to break it to you," said Amber, not sounding at all sorry for what she was about to say. "But I highly doubt Mr. Schue would have us go this far in our efforts at bettering our camaraderie and teamwork."

"Yeah," Naomi agreed. She gestured with her hands at the general area around her. "Do you not see what this place is? And coming from me, that's saying something."

Bailey scoffed. "Oh please." She gestured towards Scott once more. "He says we'll be perfectly safe. I hardly see any reason why we shouldn't trust him on that."

"Is the fact that he wanted us to actually be in this place for his supposed talk with us not enough to warrant suspicion?" Susan asked. She pointed at the area behind Bailey. "Because me personally, I don't like the look of all these other guys in here."

Diana and the 2 sophomore girls were very quick to agree with Susan on that matter. Apart from themselves and Scott, all the building's current occupants did not look at all welcoming or friendly. For starters, all of them were adult men, were dressed in outfits that would not be out of place on the stereotypical image of a biker, and had the overall aura, physical appearance, and bearing worthy of a standard criminal biker gangster. The fact that they all seemed very hardened, tough, and at the ready to snap into violence at a moment's notice didn't help either. And as if to further sink in how unsettling the whole situation appeared to be, all the girls apart from Bailey were able to see the very unnerving tattoo on many of the men's right shoulders. The tattoo in question seemed to be drawn in the style of the famous t-rex skeleton logo for Jurassic Park, but in the shape of a skeletal JP velociraptor instead of a t-rex. The fact that this tattoo seemed to be on the right shoulder of virtually every single man whose right shoulder they could get a clear view of only further unnerved them. And of course, with how many of the men seemed to share the tattoo that they could see, they had plenty of reason to believe that all the men whose right shoulders they couldn't see clearly had this tattoo as well.

Bailey, not even bothering to look in the direction that the other girls were looking, scoffed once more. "Please, it can't be that bad in here if he's not worried about being in here."

"How do we know he's not in league with them?" Diana asked.

Bailey blew a raspberry. "Oh please," she said. "Now you're just being paranoid."

"It's not impossible," said Susan.

"Yeah well, it's still ridiculous," said Bailey. She spread her arms out sideways as if in exasperation. "Honestly girls, there's no need to worry!"

If Bailey had been looking in the same direction the other girls were looking, she would not have been acting so cocky. As it so happened, all the unsavory and unscrupulous looking men in the area were all gradually turning their gaze towards the entrance, eyes brightening in unison with an apparent sadistic glee, and similarly smug and sadistically unnerving grins coming onto their faces; all at the sight of both the group of young girls who they'd been expecting to show up, and of the young disguised boy who'd informed them of this possibility and now clearly made it a reality.

"Ridiculous or not," said Diana. She grabbed Bailey by the arm, an angry glare on her face that allowed no room for argument. "I for one, am not going to take the risk of getting us all stuck in here and experiencing God knows what level of screwed up horror all these crooks in here could end up subjecting us to. And neither is anyone else in here apart from you. Hell, even Charlotte wanted us all to get out of this area not too long ago, and you know she and I never agree on anything. Sorry to burst your bubble Bailey, but we're leaving."

"I'm afraid that can't be done just yet."

Diana, Susan, and the 2 sophomore girls promptly turned their heads to look behind them, eyes narrowing in suspicion at Scott. Bailey, it must be said, similarly gaped in Scott's direction, but with her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpectedly unsettling phrase he'd just said in response to what Diana had just recently said.

"And why the Hell not?" Amber asked, dark eyes clouded with suspicion and distrust.

"Yeah," Naomi agreed, her blue eyes icy with similar thoughts. "Why not?"

"Like I was saying outside," said Scott, who was now slowly starting to inch his way in an arc to his right and around the girls. "My associates and I are just going to have a little talk with you. . ."

"Associates?"

Susan folded her arms across her chest immediately after saying this, eyes still narrowed. "You never mentioned that."

Scott mentally winced yet again. "My mistake," he admitted.

"Let me guess," said Diana. She glanced towards the numerous unsettling looking men from the corner of her left eye. "Those crooks gathered around over there?"

Scott let out a nervous chuckle. "That obvious huh?"

At the sound of this response, Baily found herself the recipient of a clear 'I told you so' glare directed at her in unison by all four of the other girls present alongside her. Bailey gulped, and turned her head towards the adult men, and her heart promptly plummeted fearfully upon finally seeing the less than reassuring aura they were giving off.

Diana looked back at Scott. "And why should we believe that you and your 'associates' truly only want to have a 'little talk' with us?" The fact that she very deliberately air quoted 'associates' and 'little talk' was not lost on Scott.

At that point, the boy was slowly getting into position directly in between the girls and the adult men. "Just trust me, that's all we're going to do. Everything will be perfectly safe and fine."

The girls, Bailey included this time, all glared at him in response. "We're gonna need a lot more than that to believe you," said Susan.

At that moment, one of the men couldn't help but let his grin widen at the sound of this. "Smart girls," he thought to himself. "Real shame they ended up coming in here."

Scott, now positioned directly in front of the girls with his back facing all the adult men in the building, took a deep breath, exhaled, and then responded, "Look, please just trust me. I mean it. Honest to God, you'll be perfectly safe. Nothing too bad is going to happen to you. We're just gonna have a little talk, and then you can go home. That's all. Plain and simple. You have my word."

Scott found his heart sinking once more when the girls merely glared at him yet again. Unfortunately, literally seconds later, this soon turned out to be the least of his problems; or of the girls' problems for that matter; when he heard one of the men chuckling darkly behind him alongside said man's footsteps coming towards him.

"Well it's a good thing your word don't mean squat."

Scott's eyes widened just as much as the girls' eyes at the sound of this statement. He turned his head in time to see none other than the very man who'd mentally complimented the girls for being smart standing right behind him, grin still on his face. "Wha . . . what do you mean?"

The man chuckled again. "Silly child, it's quite simple." He placed his finger against Scott's back. "Your word ain't got no worth here." He pointed his finger at the girls. "And good thing to. Otherwise, we'd be having a pretty boring afternoon here right now."

The girls all gulped, and looked each other in the eyes. As much as 4 of them had already been expecting an outcome like this from the very beginning, hearing their suspicions get confirmed was nonetheless quite unnerving and deserving of fear.

Scott, who was quite stunned himself by this unexpected turn of events, turned his entire body around to face the older man. "Surely you must be joking?" he said. He pointed his finger at the man, his face trying to convey the absolute best confident and hardened glare of authority he could muster despite his rapidly increasing nerves. "You heard me perfectly clearly when I called you on the phone earlier today to get yourself and your squadron ready. You know full well what my orders were when I said them."

As this happened, Bailey proceeded to surreptitiously make her way towards the door while the other four girls remained frozen in apprehension and gaze at the miniature confrontation that appeared to be shaping up between the boy and the older man. She silently cursed herself mentally for getting herself and the other girls well and truly in this mess in the first place while doing so. "What was I thinking?" she thought to herself bitterly. "I'm supposed to be smarter than this damn it!"

The older man merely chuckled, and shook his head side to side. "And what, may I ask, gives you the right to order us around?"

"Need I remind you who my father is?" Scott snarled, his eyes now narrowed into a genuine glare of annoyance and exasperation. He jabbed his finger closer towards the man, completely unaware of how all the other men in the room were slowly starting to rise from their own seats and make their way towards where their compatriot was already positioned. "He may be the boss, but I have just as much authority as him whenever he's not around. And I will not tolerate insubordination like this. I know that for a fact!"

Much to Scott's surprise, and annoyance, literally all the adult men burst out laughing literally the instant after he'd finished speaking.

"Authority? You?"

The man directly in front of Scott snorted, the rest of the men still laughing. "You wish." He lifted his finger. "Granted, I'll admit, your brothers certainly have that kind of authority just like your father does. But you?" He shook his head side to side. "In. Your. Dreams."

At that instant, Bailey had managed to reach the door and started trying to pull it open . . . only to realize the hard way that it was locked. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap," she thought in despair. She turned her head to face her four compatriots, the young boy who she'd so foolishly trusted not too long ago, and the multiple adult men apparently in league with the boy who were now also turning out to be dangerously nowhere as well under control as the young boy had apparently thought they were. Her heart sank as she now fully realized the full horror of what she'd now unwittingly brought upon herself and her four newfound gal pals. "What have I done?" she thought to herself.

The rest of the men finally stopped laughing, and they all gazed intently in the direction of their comrade. Said comrade pointed his finger at Scott, his earlier look of smug humor now replaced with a pokerfaced glare. "Enough jibber jabber," said the man. "Time for us to get down to business."

Scott mentally gulped. "Shit," he thought. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." He kept his gaze focused on his supposed underlings, trying his damned hardest not to allow his overwhelming nerves and fear to physically show. "I may not have the authority over you that I thought I did," he said. He gestured towards the girls. "But if you're about to do what I think you're about to do? Think of the potential consequences! The publicity that could come upon us and the others!" He pointed back at the older man directly in front of him. "You heard what my dad said in last night's meeting! We're not ready to attract that level of publicity! And you know my dad doesn't like it when we draw too much attention to ourselves at inappropriate times!"

"Nice try."

The man grabbed Scott by the shoulder. "But what the boss doesn't know, won't hurt him." He pointed towards the girls. "Once we're done with them, assuming they survive, they'll be too scared to tell anyone the full story."

The girls' eyes all narrowed upon hearing this. "Like Hell we will," thought Susan.

"And as for you," said the man, his grip on Scott's shoulder tightening. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut about this to." A grin popped up on his face. "And it certainly helps that you won't even be able to fully see exactly how this unfolds."

Scott raised his eyebrow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

The man suddenly stepped to his left and sent Scott stumbling forwards towards the rest of the men. Scott had just enough time to shriek in surprise from this before he made it within range of an African American man who grabbed him by the shoulder and punched him in the face. This sent Scott stumbling to his right towards a blonde man who sent him stumbling further amongst the group with an elbow strike to the chest. Scott was just on the verge of regaining his footing when the Chinese American man he was stumbling towards did a spinning jump kick to the side of the boy's head, sending the boy stumbling straight towards the bar within the building. As a result of his being off balance, Scott's forehead crashed against the bar, and he spun around in a daze before then collapsing flat on his face, completely out cold. As this happened, his blonde hair seemingly slumped downward towards the floor just enough to allow a few strands of brown hair to pop up into view on the back of his head.

The girls and adult men, however, paid no attention to this detail, or anything about Scott for that matter following the moment he landed face-down on the floor. At that moment, each of the two 'sides' had more important thoughts on their minds.

The man who initially been speaking with Scott chuckled, his eyes agleam, and grin on his face. "Well boys," he said while still facing the girls. "Time to get the party started." The rest of the men promptly chuckled, snarled, and likewise showed their assent, the fangs and claws on their skeletal JP velociraptor shoulder tattoos seeming to shine ominously in the relatively dim light.

In that moment, as all the men started tensing up and similarly readying themselves for action, Amber and Naomi glanced nervously as Diana and Susan, now clearly starting to unconsciously remember their experiences with Marcus and Aaron. Bailey, likewise directed a nervous glance towards the two female leads of New Directions.

"What do we do?" Amber asked.

Diana and Susan directed a brief glance at Bailey and the 2 sophomore girls, then another back at the large group of adult men, and then their eyes narrowed venomously. "You're not gonna like this," said Diana. She and Susan clenched their fists and took on what could qualify as attack stances of their own. "But unless someone somehow arrives to put a stop to this within the very near future, we're going to have to fight our way out."

And just like that, another chapter done! Hoowee, things are not looking good! Dear God I hope the next chapter doesn't take too long to finish considering how THIS chapter's ending! For that matter, here's to also hoping it doesn't take too long for this particular chapter to receive a minimum of 1-2 reviews (the required review quota to be fulfilled in order to allow posting of the next chapter upon its completion). Again, hope you all read and enjoyed this long awaited new chapter! And that you subsequently leave a respectable amount of feedback!

Coming up Next: The boys reach the outside of the dreaded crack house, where Charlotte still happens to be positioned. And soon enough, with some unexpected 'help' (from their point of view anyway), the boys manage to heroically arrive just in time to join in the girls' conflict and save the day! Sound exciting? I sure as Hell hope so!