Mark looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with his attacker. "What do you want?"

"Me? Oh, it's not about what I want. It's about what your friend wants." He said.

Mark's eyes went wide. "What did you do to him?" He tried to be discreet as possible, trying not to attract attention, just in case the gun went off.

"Nothing, nothing. We haven't even caught him... Yet. See, your buddy was smart. After he made that call to the police, the one that took us down, he barricaded himself in his own home. Hasn't contacted anyone in weeks. Except you. And that's why we need your help."

"What?"

"See, minuites after he made that call to the police, he left you a warning. A warning that, I belive involved me, but that's not what's important to you. What's important is that you were important enough to him to be his last contact with the outside world. But in that case..." The man wrapped his arm around Mark's shoulder, tightly, as if they were close friends. "You can help us draw him out."

"And why would I do that?" Asked Mark, only partially from sarcasm.

"Well, how would your friends feel if they found out that you had a vital piece of the puzzle? How would they feel if they found out that you were close friends with the very man that took us down? That he told you Matt, Stephanie, and Nate had been kidnapped, and you did nothing to help?" He chuckled softly.

"They wouldn't care."

"Well, what about Stephanie?" He nodded towards Steph and Nate still fighting about the wheelchair. "With this new personality? She wouldn't ever forgive you."

"I'm not going to help you get him. He did the right thing by calling the police."

"Well, what about this? Do you value your leg?" He whispered playfully.

Mark was utterly trapped. "I'll give you to the count of three. 1..." Mark didn't say anything. "Two..." He closed his eyes, waiting for the sudden leg pain. "Last chance..." He took a deep breath and bit his lip. "Three."

Then there was a scream. When Mark opened his eyes, he saw blood. Blood all over the attacker's hand. Everyone was staring.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I forgot to put the safety cap on!" Said a woman's voice.

In the center of the attacker's hand, was a math compass. Steph was standing above them, trying to fix the "accident."

"I am so so sorry. Here, Mark, pass the the emergency bag." She said. Mark quickly passed her the first aid kit. Stephanie fixed up the wound, which was not that deep.

"You should get this checked out. This is only temporary, anyway." She said to him.

Holding his bandages, the attacker shook her hand. "Thank you miss. Blake Richards." He said.

"Midera Williams." She smiled, shaking his hand. "Now, we should get going. I finally got Taven into the wheelchair."

As Mark and Steph walked away, the attacker grabbed his hand and issued one last warning. "Be warned. she can't save you every time. And it doesn't matter. We will get your friend one way or another. Your friend brought us down, so we'll bring him down." And then he disappeared into the crowd.