"We have found something. Alex was very thorough in securing the details of his mission, but I think we have found a clue to his whereabouts." Garrett frantically flips through the manuscript, pages torn and bent, until he reaches page thirty-four of the manuscript. "It reads, ‘It seems they may have slipped up in their quest to hide their secret. I found an article from a small-time magazine written about two years ago regarding a new student who has overcome great obstacles. These small towns are so damn cliché, but what do you expect? It appears this student was part of a hostage situation at a bank and miraculously dodged a shot to the head. This site also appears to be a dead zone. While my phone and laptop work just fine, my transmitters have been failing. I'm not yet sure how they have managed this. I leave tomorrow.’'" Garrett looks up, smiling.

"Avoiding a bullet wound is not exactly too difficult a task, even for a mere human," Vincent says.

"I haven't finished the entry. It seems this girl, after dodging the bullet, successfully disarmed the man in one motion. He proceeds to pull a knife on her. He was then forced to the ground by some men. When asked to go to the hospital to nurse the wounds her adopted parents refused the medical attention, saying it was against their religious beliefs."

"Hm. Interesting. Could this be our Analise? We may have finally found our blessed Analise. Find out where this article was written. We will have someone leave tomorrow to gather information regarding her status. We will take care of Alex in time. We will wait to see where his allegiance lies before we intercede. Keep a distance; we cannot risk getting too close just yet." Vincent says.

"I've been there.” Their eyes widen and the room is silent. Only the scurrying men below can be heard. “This morning. Here." Garrett hands the picture to Vincent. "It looks like her right? That's her." He points and smiles as he knows he is the one who has finally found her.

Vincent reviews the photo and his lips turn up to a sinful smile. His black eyes look to Garrett. "That's our sweet Analise.” He looks back to the photo and caresses his thumb over her body. “We have finally found you. And so close, too." He cuts his eyes back to Garrett. "Check her wrists for the markings. We still need to be sure."