Upon arriving at the abandoned warehouse where the phone number had been traced to, Victor, Anita, Jeremy, and Tamara all noticed that another duo of U.Z.Z. agents had seemingly beaten them to it. Oddly enough, one of them seemed familiar. Was that...? It was!

"Milou?" Victor called out to her. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since..."

"Me neither," Milou replied. "Anyway, I'm here with Patrice to investigate what happened to our chief after they called a strange phone number."

"Wow, really? What a coincidence! So are we!" He gestured at Jeremy and Tamara as he said this. "In fact, we've been helping each other find our chiefs after a masked person took off with them."

Suddenly, Milou's eyes widened until they were open like saucers. "Wait, you don't suppose that...?"

Victor finished her sentence. "All of the other chiefs of U.Z.Z. have been kidnapped in the same way? Are you implying that there's some sort of conspiracy going on or something?"

"Hold on a second!" Anita interjected. "We don't have any proof that that's what happened."

"We don't have any proof that that's not what happened, either."

"True, but the last thing I want to do right now is speculate. Let's see if we can find any more clues around here, got it?"

Milou just shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Alright, now where do we start?"

"Well..." Tamara began. "We're pretty certain that this is where the mysterious organization has been operating from, though we can't be sure if it's temporary or permanent. So we'll have to see if we have anything that can identify this organization."

"You mean like that?" Jeremy pointed at a parked spider-bike that was near a sparsely-decorated metal desk. "That might be an identifying marker."

Milou squinted her eyes at the spider-bike. "Weird. Why would T.H.E.M. keep their spider-bikes inside an abandoned warehouse?"

"And what do they have to do with any of this?" her partner Patrice added.

Anita stepped forward and took a closer look at the spider-bike. "You're right... why would T.H.E.M. do that? Do you think they might be involved in any of this? Oh God, do you think... they might be the one behind this?"

"I'm not sure," Tamara replied. "But we'll have to keep investigating before we can get the answer to that."

The group then split up, each pair of U.Z.Z. agents heading to a different part of the warehouse to see what they could find.

After all six agents had searched every parameter of the warehouse for some time, they were eventually able to find a memo inside the same metal desk where the spider-bike had been parked near.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" Victor yelled. "It was in there the whole time?"

"Damn, and we looked everywhere, too," Jeremy rejoined. "Well, hopefully, it tells us where our bosses were taken."

Patrice retrieved the memo from inside the desk and started reading it. "Says here that all the employees must relocate to someplace called Lemuria after stopping by the Canary Islands to collect their uniforms. Hmm..."

"So I guess we'll be stopping by the Canary Islands next?" Anita asked.

Patrice nodded. "If we're going to get our bosses back, then we'll have to."

"But why the Canary Islands of all places? Wouldn't T.H.E.M. want to pick someplace on a quicker route?"

Patrice could only reply to his counterpart with a shrug. "You'd think so, but I guess they have business connections with someone over there."

The group was all quiet as Patrice finished reading the memo.

Patrice then took a step back from the desk and put the memo away into his pocket. "So anybody want to check out this mystery location in the Canary Islands before we head off to Lemuria?"

"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Jeremy replied.

"Yeah, me too," Tamara chimed in.

Everyone else chimed in with a "yes" or an answer along those lines as well.

"Guess we're heading to the Canary Islands then," Patrice declared. "Should be pretty easy to find now that we've got the memo, I think."

"Yes, it should," Tamara agreed. "So what's the next step?"

"Now we just have to figure out which direction they took. The rest of the memo says that they were heading toward some sort of office building in Las Palmas for a meeting over there."

Tamara nodded. "A'ight, sounds good to me."

The other agents nodded in agreement and started heading towards their respective skybikes, ready to track down the office building in Las Palmas.

It took all six agents just four hours and twenty minutes to arrive from Paris to Las Palmas via skybike. Once there, they proceeded to make their way through the city and follow the directions printed on the memo to get into their destination, where T.H.E.M. were currently meeting up to discuss what the U.Z.Z. agents could only presume were plans they had in store for the chiefs of U.Z.Z.

"Okay, we're inside now," Tamara said. "Now all we have to do is find the conference room and let ourselves in."

"That's all well and good, but how are we supposed to get past the guards?" Victor asked.

"Let's not worry about that right now. Just follow my lead, everyone."

While Tamara and the rest of the U.Z.Z. agents made their way through the building, they came across at least six mooks wearing long-sleeved hooded chartreuse green jumpsuits with black gloves, black shoes, and black masks with a symbol of the euro currency printed on them. The U.Z.Z. agents ambushed them upfront and then strip their uniforms off them to use as disguises. Afterwards, the U.Z.Z. agents proceeded to make their way through a couple hallways without anyone else noticing. Soon enough, they managed to reach
the double doors to the conference room.

"So far, so good," Victor said. "Now what?"

"Just act natural," Tamara replied.

"Alright, whatever you say, Tamara."

"Shush! You want us to get caught?"

"Sorry..."

"I thought so."

All six of the U.Z.Z. agents headed inside the conference room where they quietly just slid into the back, listening as someone (dressed identically to the mooks) gave a slideshow presentation on how a competition taking place in Lemuria would pan out.

"The chiefs of U.Z.Z. have all been recruited to participate in a competition where they have to play games inspired by French children's games," they were explaining to their audience. "Whoever wins will get to rule over Lemuria alongside our bosses, and the losers... well, let's just say they will get to walk a mile in the Lemurians' shoes. Actually, they'll do more than walk in those shoes. They'll just straight-up become Lemurians."

Anita gasped, albeit softly enough that not many people could hear it.

Expendable Black Eight raised his hand. "Excuse me, what do we do to the losers after they've been turned into Lemurians?"

"Simple, we sell them to willing adopters outside our solar system like the Floaty-heads," the presenter replied confidently. "I hear the Floaty-heads have been looking to bolster their exotic pet trade."

"Ah, okay, just wondering."

"Thank you. Any more questions?" The presenter waited a while for the other mooks to raise their hands. "Anyone? No? Alright, then... moving on."

While the presenter continued on with their slideshow presentation, the six U.Z.Z. agents started talking in hushed voices amongst themselves.

"How much time do you think we have left?" Tamara asked Milou.

"I'm not sure," Milou admitted. "But I'm hoping we can save our bosses before it's too late. God knows what the Floaty-heads might do to them if they adopt them."

"I'm scared for them, too, but we have to find a way to get them out of there before they can be turned into Lemurians."

"I know."

Victor then felt the need to chime in with, "So how exactly are we supposed to get Lemuria anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know," Anita replied. "We'll have to listen some more. Hopefully, that presenter should reveal that to us soon."

They all looked at each other and with grave faces, they shared a look of gloom.