"They're gone! I can't believe him! I'm going to kill him when I see him! I hope he doesn't die so I can strangle him myself with my bare hands!" Tony's yelling wakes up Jensen and Daisy. He kicks the wall in front of him and lets out a loud groan, partly because of the pain now in his toe, but also out of his sheer frustration.

"What are you on about?" Jensen groans as he props himself up on his elbows. He rubs his eyes and squints in his direction.

Daisy groans and peaks out the top of her head from her sleeping bag, just so she could see Tony raising up a piece of paper in the air and waving it around wildly.

"Alec. He left a note! A freaking note! They're all gone! The entire. Freaking. Pack. Gone!" He stomps as he paces back and forth in the room. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him."  He mutters to himself. "I just can't believe he would do this after—" Tony shakes his head, not finishing the sentence.

Jensen and Daisy glance with each other before sitting up completely in their sleeping bags.

"All of them? So, everyone is gone?" Daisy asks first.

Tony doesn't look over as he continues to pace. "Yes! Didn't you just hear me?" He groans as he runs his hands through his pile of chocolate curls repeatedly. "I can't believe him." His respect for his brother has just hit an all-time low.

"But last night—" Jensen begins.

"Screw last night, that obviously didn't mean anything. We obviously didn't help him acquire crucial information so that he now knows where to go, and..." Tony stops in his steps and turns on his heels to look down at his friends. "If we get on the road now, maybe we can catch up to them. They can't be that far already."

Tony slides on his knees on the carpet as he rushes to his corner of the room. He begins to furiously pack his things into the large, black duffle bag.

Daisy and Jensen share a look. "I say we just go with it," she whispers.

Jensen nods.

Daisy and Jensen begin to pack their things as well, although, not as furiously as the Italian boy.

Once all of their things are packed, they go to the car, wasting no time. This time, Jensen sits up front and Daisy in the back.

"You got it mapped?" Tony asks, putting the car into drive, pressing lightly onto the gas.

"Hold on." Jensen types in Purpose International, Topeka into his phone. "Okay, I have the address. Two hours and fifteen minutes," he announces after pressing a couple of buttons on his phone's screen.

Tony turns out of the driveway while glancing over at the GPS. Instead of pressing onto the gas gently, this time, he slams onto it, shooting out of the neighborhood at a dangerous speed.

"Oh, good Lord." Daisy lets out a squeak and holds into the edges of the seat so she doesn't jolt forward.

"They're probably already there... What's the plan for when we get there?" She asks from the back.

Tony sighs as he makes the turn out of the neighborhood, pulling out onto the main road. "I guess we find out who the bigger boss is. I imagine that's what he's planning to do. But considering we're heading to their headquarters... I doubt they made it that far."

"What do you mean?" Jensen turns to him. There's a hint of urgency in his voice, like he knows the answer already.

"I think they were sending us to the headquarters on purpose. As a trap. Because that's what they do to us, they trap us and take us, and then does God knows what. No one's exactly lived to tell the tale, so..." Tony tells them and clenches the steering wheel tighter. The veins in his jaw stand out more as it tenses.

Daisy sets a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Maybe Alec knew that, and that's why he left us. So in case, it is a trap, we know exactly where they are..." She offers positively as it begins to make more and more sense in her mind as she thinks about it.

"I hope that's the case. Because otherwise, I'm going to be so incredibly ticked off," Tony says, not taking his eyes off the road. He clenches his jaw tightly.

"Well... me too," Daisy adds, nodding her head.

"Yeah, you strangle him and I'll cut off his toes. Maybe Daisy will stab him with her knives," Jensen speaks up. He thrusts imaginary knives into an imaginary person.

Tony's head slowly turns to glance at him and Daisy looks at him dumbfounded. "What the heck, Jensen?" Daisy mutters, shaking her head.

The three of them burst into laughter.

"You're so morbid." She facepalms.

Tony laughs lightly and grabs his sunglasses from the cupholder next to him and puts them on.

"I hope you never actually cut off anyone's toes, Jensen. That's so gross." Tony chuckles at the end.

Daisy fake gags. "Imagine touching someone else's toes. Couldn't be me."

Jensen nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'm actually not good with blood, like, at all, so. Plus toes are just gross in general. Even I can't stand my own toes. Why are toes even a thing?" He mutters while crossing his arms and lifting one of his legs and resting on the dash.

"That's actually something I can relate with," Tony agrees with him, nodding his head.

Daisy laughs. "Like, of all the ways to torture someone, and imagine you chose toes. I think we have bigger issues there. Anyone willing to cut off someone else's toes is probably stashing them away for safe keeping, if you know what I mean."

Jensen lets out a shout of disgust. "Oh my gosh, you did not have to go there! Ew!" He fakes a throwing up motion.

Two hours later, sans any more conversations about toes, the trio arrive in Topeka.

They drive around the area, knowing that if Alec and the pack were here, they would park at least a block away. Eventually, they spot a group of familiar vehicles behind an abandoned auto service shop.

Tony parks the car next to the pack's car and they hop out.

"Crap, you were right," Jensen says as he closes the door of the empty black van that was left open. "It was a trap."

He runs his fingers over a line of bullet holes left in the side if the car.

"My only guess would be that Alec left the kids in the van, maybe with a couple of adults who didn't want to participate in the raid. If it really was a trap, then they got them too." Daisy offers as she looks underneath the cars for anything helpful.

Thankfully, she didn't find any blood. At least they're probably still alive, she thinks.

Tony huffs and nods. "Yeah, that would make sense. But do you think they're keeping them in the headquarters?" He adds, glancing around. His heart beats rapidly, adrenaline taking over his body. Things could escalate at any second if the people who captured his brother happen to be hanging around.

Daisy shrugs. "I don't like it, but, there's only one way to find out."

Jensen walks back to Tony's sedan and opens the trunk. He moves the duffle bags and pulls out a gun. He tucks it into the waistband between his pants and t-shirt.

Tony sees what he's doing and walks over to him.

Jensen reaches back into the car and hands another pistol to him.

He copies Jensen's moves, tucking it securely against his hip.

The blue-eyed boy reaches in one last time to pull out a belt. Daisy walks over and takes it from his hand wordlessly.

They know what they have to do, and not one of them is happy about it. So, no ones dares be the next to speak for a while.

Daisy's knives fit perfectly on either side of her hips when she adjusts the straps.

"These are a little conspicuous," she states, breaking the ice, as she crosses her arms that are covered by her black, long-sleeved shirt that's tucked into her pants. "I think we might need the jackets to cover them up."

Jensen nods his head. "My sentiments exactly, dear." He pulls out the jackets from the duffle bags and tosses them to their owners.

The trunk slams shut as Jensen puts one of his arms through a sleeve, shrugging the black material over his entirely black ensemble.

The three teenagers then make their way for Purpose International. It doesn't take long to walk there. The skyscraper cowered over the city like a dark cloud. The tinted windows left little light to be reflected.

When they reached a place with a view of the back of the building, they watch the exits from around the corner of a pwn shop on the next block.

"Uh, so what's the plan exactly?" Jensen asks as Tony pears around the corner.

"Well..." Tony turns back to look at him. "I didn't exactly get that far." Anxiety shoots through him. Come on Tony, you're supposed to be the Phoenix King. You can't fail like this. Come on, think of something useful, he tells himself. He mind racks through plans. However, ultimately he comes up short. Strategy isn't his strong suit.

Daisy sighs and Jensen rubs a hand across his forehead. "Okay, then we need to figure that out. Like, right now, preferably." Jensen throws his hands in the air.

They're all quiet while they wait for someone to come up with an idea. Jensen looks at Daisy who shrugs and turns to Tony.

The olive-skinned boy sighs and leans against the wall of the building behind him. Pull it together, Tony. "Okay," he speaks up. "How about we capture the first person we see and make them tell us where they are?"

"Okay, but what if they're just like the janitor or something and they have no idea what we're talking about? Then they go and tell their boss, or call 911, cuz, ya know, assault is a crime, and boom--game over," Jensen rationalizes.

Tony shrugs. "Then they'll just have to take us to someone who can help us. And, we won't let them go. So, they won't be able to tattle on us, Jensen."

"I don't really like this plan." Daisy butts in.

"We don't have any other choices," Tony tells her.

Her hazel eyes meet his dark brown ones in a challenging stare.

"Hey, I have a plan. I have a great plan," Jensen suggests as his friends finally look away from each other.

Their scowls still faintly stay on their faces as they look at him.

"Guys, we're supernatural." Jensen raises an eyebrow.

Daisy and Tony share a look of boredom this time.

"Tell me something I don't know?" Tony asks sarcastically.

"I can see through walls! You can hear people from far away." He gestures to Daisy. "And you, create fire!" He looks to Tony.

"We could set off the fire alarm and then the sprinklers will spray people, so, they'll leave. That will give us time to search the building." He grins as he tells them his plan, proud that he actually came up with something feasible.

"That's a much better plan." Daisy sighs, relieved that they don't have to commit a violent crime.

"Alright, we'll do your plan." Tony shrugs nonchalantly and keeps his face blank as he tries not to let his friends know his true feelings. Some King I am, he thinks.

They go to the back door of the tall building of Purpose International and Jensen turns to Daisy. He glances between him and the street where multiple cars pass them. "Do you think you could break the handle off?" He asks her, knowing her werewolf abilities make her stronger than either of the boys.

Daisy shrugs. "I can try." She grabs the handle of the door and yanks it as hard as she can. Instead of breaking the handle off the door, she breaks the entire door off its hinges. "Oh my gosh, what do I do with this!" She exclaims, setting the door back into place while glancing back at the cars passing them.

"Just put it sideways," Tony tells her as he tries to help her move it. They successfully move it sideways inside the building so that it looks like the door is just propped open.

"They should work on their security," Jensen mutters, glancing behind them, as they step inside quickly.

They all steer clear of the now open doorway and look down the long hallway. At the end of the hallway, they can see a big, open room resembling a lobby.

Jensen's eyes turn orange as he looks around. He scans the building and looks through the walls. "There's a fire alarm around the corner, it's next to a water fountain. Daisy you're going to go get some water and then casually pull it." Jensen's eyes turn back to blue and then he turns to Tony. "After the alarm sounds," he points up and all their eyes find the ceiling to find a sprinkler, "you're going to make some fire."

"Alright," Tony breathes out and he and Jensen look to Daisy expectantly. She nods her head and walks toward the opening, trying her best to look inconspicuous.

She tries not to watch the random people littering the lobby as she heads over to the water fountain a couple of feet away from her now.

I'm just minding my own business. Don't pay attention to me, thank you, she thinks. 

She gets to the fountain and casually pulls the alarm with her right hand while her left is pressing on the button to make the water flow.

An alarm blares out and Daisy turns around just as Tony has made the sprinklers go off. Only, instead of facing the lobby, she faces a very tall security guard.

Water runs down his dark buzzed hair and his hardened, wrinkled features. He reaches out to grab her arm, but she slips under his outstretched arm and sprints in the direction of her friends.

She skids around the corner and runs into them, literally. With the water making the carpet floor more slippery than usual, all three of the teenagers end up on the ground.

At the end of their feet, the man with a patch reading "security" over his heart, appears.

"Get, up! You're coming with me," he shouts as they jump up from the ground.

Tony looks him dead in the eye and says, "I don't think so." He then throws a hard punch to the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. He cradles his hand at first and his face scrunches up.

"Ow," Tony mutters and shakes his hand out at his side. He hisses in pain.

"Jensen, do you think you could look through the floors for them?" Daisy turns to him.

Water streaks down his freckled features. When he nods his head water flies off his hair and chin. His eyes change color and he looks around. "I don't see anybody. There's nothing below us but storage and above," he looks up, "are offices. Are you sure we're in the right place?"

Tony stares behind his shoulder and Daisy follows his gaze. Behind Jensen stands a man resembling an Indian version of James Bond with six more guards wearing the exact same uniform as the men that had approached them in the abandoned airfield standing behind him.

"Oh, you're in the right place." His native accent hints in his words.

Jensen whips around to see him as well.

A light smirk plays on the stranger's tanned face when he sees all of their eyes change color.

The guards behind him lift their guns and they fire at the teenagers. Darts pierce their bodies and they stagger backward.

Tony groans as his body hits the ground, hard. The last thing he sees is the man in the black suit looking down on him with a curious gaze in his dark eyes.