Everything in the command center seemed to momentarily standstill as everyone suddenly stopped to look at her. Midnight's Shadow felt the weight of each gaze upon her, crushing her and causing her to shift on her feet uncomfortably. She did her best to keep her eyes riveted upon the image of the man she believed to be her father before her, pretending that she didn't notice.

Finally, General Hawk was the first one to speak. He turned his head to the Moroccan man. "Breaker. What can you tell us?"

Breaker visibly jerked out of his stare at Midnight's Shadow. Swiveling around in his chair, he turned to look back at the computer. The sound of his fingers typing on the keyboard were oddly loud, filling the room with its sound along with the idle chatter of the other techs and soldiers in the room.

After a moment, Breaker stopped typing and leaned in closer to the computer screen to look at it better, pushing his glasses higher up on his nose. "Okay. Dr. Edward Moon. He is a weapons designer. Owned his own company, Moon Industries. They were a real up and comer over the years, mainly due to the genius of Moon," he told them.

"What do you mean? Wasn't Moon just the owner, a business man?" Heavy Duty asked.

Breaker shook his head. "No. He actually designed and created the weapons himself. He was the lead scientist for his own company."

Scarlett nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's impressive. But what can you tell us about his family? Was he really Shadow's father?" the red head inquired.

Breaker began idly typing something on the keyboard once more, his brown gaze remaining riveted on the screen of the computer. After punching one last key, the Moroccan swiveled around in his chair to look at the holographic display as a picture came on over Dr. Moon's image. The picture seemed to be a family portrait. There were three people in the photo. One was Dr. Moon, dressed finely in a suit and tie, his dark hair neatly combed. On the finger of one of his hands was a gold wedding band. This hand rested gently on the shoulder of a woman, holding her close to him.

She was beautiful in many respects, with long pin straight blond hair that flowed past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and flawless. Dark lashes hung over bright blue eyes. She was dressed in an expensive looking dress, with a pearl necklace around her neck and pearl earrings. On her finger was a stunning diamond wedding ring on a silver band.

Lastly, standing in front of her two parents was a young girl. She had long, black hair like her father and bright blue eyes like her mother. Her skin was pale, also like her mother. She wore a nice blue dress, complimenting her eyes. From the look of her, she appeared to be no older than four in this picture.

"Is that…me?" Midnight's Shadow asked, her voice oddly quiet. Her blue eyes were riveted upon the face of the young girl before her.

Breaker nodded. "Your name is Katherine Aithne Moon. And the other woman is your mother, Lenore Moon," he informed her.

Midnight's Shadow felt an excitement grip her. She had a family. She had a name. Her past was within her reach once more. Her eyes skimmed over the faces of her parents, searching them for some sense of familiarity. But there was nothing. Their faces were plain and held no meaning for her, no emotion. They were strangers to her.

"Are they still around? I mean, where do they even live?" Heavy asked, voicing a question as he crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest.

Once again, Breaker swiveled around in his chair and began to rapidly type on the keyboard. "According to this, Moon Industries is based in London. And….from the looks of it, that's where Shadow-or I guess, Katherine-and her family lived. As for her parents….oh."

Midnight's Shadow felt her stomach drop. "What?" she asked, fearing what the Moroccan would say next.

"When you were about five years old, your mother was killed in a car crash. Your father seemed to snap….He kept going to the police saying that someone was after him and his family in order to gain possession of his company and research but he wouldn't say who. Because of this, the police ruled it as an accident and didn't investigate further. A few months after his wife died, Dr. Moon sold his company to an anonymous buyer, who still owns it to this day. After that, he took his daughter and went off grid. No one seemed to think he was missing, just that he moved away. There appears to be no record or trace of him or Shadow since," Breaker told them. He turned around, once again facing the rest of the Alpha Team.

"No trace? Nowhere?" Midnight's Shadow repeated, her dark brows knitting together in confusion.

Breaker shook his head, glancing over his shoulder at the computer screen for a moment before looking back to her. "Not that I can see. I mean, if I had more time, there is a possibility that I could find where your father went, but we've already run the infinity scan for you. And we all know what that turned up."

"Alright, so essentially what you're saying is that from the time that Shadow was five 'till now there is absolutely no trace of her," Hawk said, clarifying.

The Moroccan nodded. "That is exactly what I am saying."

"So," all eyes shifted to look at Scarlett. "Something must have happened during that time. Something that would make these terrorists want to go after her. Is there a chance that they were after her father too?" she inquired.

"Probably. The guy was a weapons designer and lead scientist at for his own advanced technologies business. Could be that he made something that the terrorists wanted to get their hands on and were going after his family to get it," Heavy Duty theorized.

"But what would that something be?" Midnight's Shadow asked, her blue eyes searching each of their faces. Their eyes were downcast, their expressions uncertain. She felt a growing dread within her. Had they reached a dead end?

Heavy Duty shrugged. "I don't know. But I think that we need to find out. And the best place to start would be at your old home in London. Maybe there are some clues there," the British man suggested.

"But it's been so many years now. Wouldn't their home been sold and have someone else living in it by now?" Scarlett asked.

Like he had done many times already, Breaker turned around to face the computer. His fingers began to immediately fly over the keys as he began to search for information once again. Within minutes, Breaker found the answer to Scarlett's question. Without turning around, he began to shake his head slowly. "It doesn't look like it…..Actually, it looks like Dr. Moon still owns the property. Someone is still paying for it," he said, his tone perplexed.

"Who the hell would continue to pay for a home that doesn't have anyone living in it? Is Dr. Moon the one still paying for it?" Heavy Duty inquired.

"I don't know. All I know is that all the expenses are still being paid for. Her home should be exactly the way that she left it when she left when she was only five years old," the Moroccan said.

Midnight's Shadow shook her head. "I don't like this. Even if my…my dad was continuing to pay for our old home, why would he do something like that? I mean, didn't he take me and move to get away from everything that was happening. Why would he continue to pay for an old home that we were more than likely never going to return to?"

"You think that the terrorists are behind this?" Scarlett asked, clarifying as she cocked a slender eyebrow.

The dark haired woman shrugged. "I don't know for sure. I just a feeling that I have. I mean, we already have the theory that my father designed something that they wanted to get their hands on. What if they thought there were some clues left in our home that could lead them to it? Or maybe it's actually hidden there. Who really knows?"

"From the way you're talking, this could be a trap," Hawk observed, leaning forward with his hands braced on the sides of the holographic display. "They could upkeep your old home and wait for either you or your father to return and lead them right to what they are searching for."

Midnight's Shadow nodded. Her eyes flicked downward as she tucked a stray stand of dark hair behind her ear. "That is entirely a possibility."

"But, sir." Everyone shifted their gaze to Scarlett. "We need to follow this lead. Not just for Shadow but so that we can also locate the terrorists. By going to London, we may be able to draw them out of hiding," she suggested.

"You mean to use her as bait?" the general asked, his filled with more than a little disbelief.

"Somewhat. We need to root out this threat, general. We can't do that by ignoring the only lead we have," Scarlett said, pushing further.

Hawk was silent for a long moment, his eyes straying over the faces of the Alpha Team, as if he was trying to gauge something. Midnight's Shadow found her stomach tightening in apprehension. She even held her breath, waiting for his answer.

After a few, long, agonizing moments of silence, General Hawk spoke. "Alright. Alpha Team. You are to escort Miss Moon and protect her. Search for any clues as to who these terrorists are, what their intentions are, and what their interest in Miss Moon and her family is. Follow any trails that you find, no matter where they lead you. I want regular reports on your progress. Agreed?"

All at once, everyone seemed to straighten in their stance. They all nodded. "Agreed," they said at once.

"Alright then. Pack your gear. Looks like you're going to London."

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is shorter than usual. Everything that I wanted to put into this chapter ended up being much shorter than I thought it would be. But, I least we have learned much more about Midnight's Shadow-or should I say Katherine. When I was writing it, I couldn't help but feel like she lost her element of mystery and that everything is really obvious now, even though there is still a bunch of stuff about her past that I have to reveal. Is that how you guys feel? Shoot me a PM or write a review to let me know what you think!