Since I'm going back to college I won't be writing as often, but I'm trying to leave you at a good point at least in my story. This chapter takes place on the day that the exchange for Jasper and the key is to happen. Reviews please! Thanks, I'll try to update when I can, but no promises on when that'll be. Mostly since I don't know what my workload will be. I'll do my best to keep it going! Thanks again!

Read descriptions of Miles Naaria after the story!

-Katie

-Henry's POV-

I woke up in the morning sleeping in my hammock. I half expected to see Jazz in his bed, but in his place was Maggie. Of course it was nice to see Maggie there, but it seemed so empty without Jazz there. Before I could think anymore, my stomach demanded that I feed it a breakfast omelet. Today, some cheese, onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, potatoes, and a little bit of black pepper suited my tastes. As I sat down to eat my omelet, Maggie came stumbling down the stairs, half awake and looking like very groggy.

"Mmmm, Henry, whatever that is it smells really good. It would be very, very awesome of you to make me one of those without any meat. Thanks!" She waddled over to the table, and stared at me, obviously waiting for an omelet.

I sat there staring at her for a few more seconds before it registered with my brain that she wanted an omelet too. When I figured it out, I got up and started cooking another one. In five minute's time, the omelet was finished and on the table in front of a very hungry Maggie. I hope she likes it, a lot of people say I'm a good cook.

As she picked up the first piece of omelet, I couldn't help but watch her every move until she popped into her mouth. After a few seconds of chewing it, I received the sign of approval as a grin spread across her face.

"Oh my god Henry, this is the most delicious thing I've eaten in a long time. Dad's not a very good cook…remind me to come eat breakfast at your house more often!"

It was a relief to know that I didn't food poison her or something, that happened once or twice…

"Thanks! It's nice to know that I'm good at cooking!" Best not to tell her that sometimes I never really was that good with eggs!

My expression turned slightly grave as my mind turned back to the thought of Jasper, kidnapped and possibly…worse than just that.

Maggie's brown orbs shifted to mine immediately, catching the sudden drop in my mood as she gave me a reassuring smile. As she walked past me with her empty plate, she gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, and then proceeded to put her plate in the dishwasher. However, when she opened it, a mount of clothes fell out and onto the floor. "Um…Henry? Why are they're clothes in the dishwasher?"

I walked up behind her, not really surprised, especially since they were mine. "What are you talking about? I was washing my clothes Maggie!" I scooped up my now dry clothes and put them in the laundry basket, ready to be folded and put in my drawers.

She looked at me oddly, as if I was doing something freakishly unusual or strange. "Henry, I hate to break it to you, but the dishwasher is for dishes, cups, and silverware, not your dirty clothes."

Well that would explain why it's called dishwasher…never really occurred to me…. "Oh…so that's what that's for! Thanks for telling me that. But really, it's a great place to wash your clothes."

She slapped her forehead and just mumbled some incoherent words as she walked up the stairs. Sounded like something about changing clothes and being back in a few minutes. I took this time to myself to think about my plan for getting Jazz back. Whether or not anyone else approved I was going to get him back, and fast. Though it would be nice to have the help of a friend...I just don't want to risk getting anyone else hurt.

-five minutes later when Maggie's done changing and walks back downstairs, Maggie's POV-

I had slipped on a pair of jeans and a blue V-neck sweater as I walked down the stairs. I hadn't bothered to do anything with my hair since I figured Henry Griffin was the only guy here, and he didn't give a damn about what I looked like. Little did I know that I was literally going to be swept off my feet by a certain excited teenager.

He carried me over his shoulder, grinning as if he had made some huge discovery, or something like that. He plopped me down on the couch where two puppies sat, staring at her. "The one on the right is my dude puppy, Red Fern, and the one on the right is Jazz's. Her name is Lola."

I swear, my heart melted into five million little pieces. Lola was the cutest little puppy I had ever seen. Red Fern looked like such a toughie, but I could tell that he had a soft, caring heart on the inside. "Awwww! There the cutest little puppies ever! I'll help you take care of this little one, because she's so adorable! Yes you are! Yes you are you little cutie puppy you!" I nuzzled my nose with Lola, happy that I got to see a puppy, mostly because I've always wanted a puppy. I didn't get a puppy for Christmas like I hoped, but I did get some goldfish…crackers.

His face turned serious again, as if he was contemplating something. "Hey Henry, what are you thinking about?" I placed the puppy on my lap as I turned to face him.

He kept staring off into space. "I'm just thinking about getting Jazz back…I'm going to rescue him, but the thing is…I don't know how…or if I can even do it."

I smiled slightly as I moved next to him on the couch and slung my arm around his shoulder. "Hey, we have two brains between the both of us and 2 of us to carry out the plan. Between your skills and my brains, I'm sure that we can concoct a great plan!"

He shook his head, despair coating his eyes. "Maggie, I can't put you, or anyone else in danger. If something happened because I couldn't protect them…it'd be my entire fault. I couldn't live with myself."

A small smirk formed on my face. "Well then Henry Griffin, you can't stop me from following you whether you like it or not. So whether we do or don't have a plan including myself, I'm going to go help get Jasper back. So you should let me in on this plan that we will carry out and form together, as a team."

Admitting defeat, he raised his hands up in the air. "Ok, ok! I'll let you in on the plan. I have to admit though…it's nice to have someone around to help out. With your brains, we can devise a great strategy. Lucky for us, the exchange date is in 5 hours…let's get started…"

-skip to 5 hours later, at the exchange point-Henry's POV-

Maggie was ducked down under the back smart car seat as I drove up to the meeting point, the key in my pocket. As I pulled into the desolate parking lot of the warehouse, I put the car in park near the edge of the warehouse and stepped out. I reached into my pocket, grabbing the key and clicking a small button to alert Maggie. Nearby, the red eyes of the masked kidnapper peered at me from across the lot. The kidnapper closed the distance between us, stopping only about 5 feet away from me.

"Take any moves to hurt me, Griffin, and your precious cousin will die."

Behind the both of us, Maggie crept out of the car's trunk, sneaking into the side door of the warehouse.

A small beep sounded in my ear, alerting me that Maggie had made it inside. "Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with. I want my cousin back."

His red eyes flashed to me, a devious grin spreading on his face. "So impatient. I'm the one giving the orders her, Griffin! If you want your cousin back, you'll be wise to follow me." With that said, he led me to the same door that Maggie snuck into, leading me further and further into the unknowns of the warehouse…

-swap to Maggie's POV-

I had made it into the warehouse as I crept around the corner, out of nearby guard's sights. Before anyone else could find me, I slipped into a room to my left. To my surprise, I found the guard's uniforms hanging on the walls. This could be just the disguise I need to get around safely. After slipping on the black garment shirt, pants, boots, and mask, I hid my old clothes in one of the lockers in the room and locked it with a lock attached to it. Creeping back outside I took my 'post' near the doorway. Within a few seconds, the door opened as a masked individual with red eyes walked in with Henry close behind him. He stopped immediately and walked over to me.

"Guard, have I seen you before? I don't recognize you."

By this point in time Henry, who immediately recognized me, kept his eyes calm and aggravated.

I on the other hand, was nervous, though I didn't show it on the outside. "Yes sir! I've been a guard here for a while now, sir!"

At this point in time, it became obvious that I was going to ask to prove it. Luckily for me, I had Henry Griffin to back me up. Without warning, he ran at me, grabbing onto my left arm, as if he was trying to subdue me, though it was all a ruse.

I growled at him, playing the convincing role of a defensive guard. "Get off me you punk!" My fist connected with his face softly, but it was enough to make it look like I really punched him as Henry fell to the ground. "That's right you punk! Think again before you attack someone when your outnumbered!"

The masked man grinned behind his cloaked mouth, staring at Henry with his piercing red eyes. "I suggest you collect yourself if you even have a hope of getting back your cousin, Griffin!" His red eyes shifted in my direction next. "Guard, I need you to get Henry's precious cousin. The exchange will happen as soon as you bring him. I trust that since you have yet to guard him you don't know where the cell is." The masked man leaned in to whisper the location. "Walk down the hall to your left and go into the 2nd hall on your right. He's in the last cell of that hallway. Be quick about it! We don't want to keep our guest waiting any longer. That Jasper is annoying!" The red eyed captor slipped me a note as he walked back to Henry.

With that, the two proceeded down the opposite hallway, walking towards a glass room at the end of the hallway.

I can't believe this! This disguise work! Now I can get Jasper and get out of here without a hitch! I unfolded the note, curious as to what it said. The note gave me permission to get Jasper. Probably so they knew I was legit. With that, I walked off towards Jasper's cell, ready to retrieve him for his mysterious captor. I rounded the corner, spotting Jasper in his cell with two guards on duty.

I had to act tough to get him. "Move! I have orders to take the boy for negotiation immediately."

One of them grabbed the letter out of my hand, studying it before the cage door was opened. The second guard walked in with his keys, unlocking Jasper from his cuffs and shoving him out into the hallway. Before he could collapse, I grabbed his arm roughly and led him out of the hallway roughly. As soon as I was out of site, my charade disappeared as I checked Jasper for his wounds. He was slightly delirious as he struggled to even walk or speak at all. Deep gashes, bruises and various cuts of all sizes laced his face, arms, and legs. I couldn't imagine the suffering and trauma he was in right now…no wonder he is delirious. As gently as I could I grabbed his arms behind his back and pretended to shove him through the halls. Much to my despair, several guards took a moment to sneer at him or even throw a punch here or there. The worst part was that I couldn't do anything about it. As we entered the negotiation room, I saw Henry staring furiously at the captor, who was sitting across the table from him.

My back straightened as my chocolate eyes explored the room, taking in a scent similar to the musty scent of blood. "Sir, I retrieved the prisoner. "

They both stood simultaneously, staring down me holding Jasper's arms behind his back. The captor's eyes spoke of satisfaction at Jasper's injuries while Henry's screamed for me to grab him and run now. Though the latter option would no doubt be disastrous as my allegiance to Henry would become obvious.

The captor walked over to my side, folding his arms behind his back with a knife curled between his fingers. "If you want your precious cousin back, you will give me that key and tell no one about what happened in here or how you got your Jasper back. Quick and easy, painless even…well only for you, if I do say so myself."

The movement was reluctant, but Henry pulled the key out of his pocket. True, it was very important to him, but nothing could be more long lasting and important to him then Jasper's life. "Alright, it's right here. But you have to let Jasper leave first, and then I will give you the key. No questions asked, no further discussion." His eyes hardened, the seriousness of the situation reflecting through his tough outer expression.

Jasper's captor grinned, excited that he was getting the object that he wanted for a much lower price than it was really worth. "Alright, I'll let my guard remove him immediately and place him in your vehicle if, and only if, you surrender your key immediately and not follow.

Henry's eyes were suspicious, but he held the key in front of him. As the captor snatched it, he whirled around to face Jasper, knife in hand, facing the heart of Jasper.

I could hear Henry's sharp intake as he saw the knife. My instincts tried to move quick enough to avoid the knife upon Jasper, but I was too late. The knife connected in Jasper's torso, causing blood to erupt from the wound. A sickening scream erupted from his lips as the pain registered with his brain. I had to get him out now.

A foot slammed into the captor's head from behind as Henry Griffin engaged the captor in battle. "Go now! Get him out of here! I'll be right behind you!" His foot slammed down into the captor's rib cage repeatedly as his anger boiled. "Kill my cousin will you! Well now it's your turn!" Henry's hand grabbed onto the masked man's neck, his red eyes shocked as he failed to comprehend the situation.

Shock ran through me at Henry's outburst, but I didn't have time. I burst through the door on my right, carrying Jasper as well as I could in my arms. The smart car was nearby, thank goodness. I dashed to it, worried that I was being chased every step of the way. What if one of those goons tries to stop me? I need to get out of here but Henry still has the freaking keys! All I could do was stow Jasper in the passenger seat as I sat in the driver's seat. Hurry up Henry! This is no time for your vengeance!

-short swap to Henry's POV-

I had the captor on the floor, my hand clamped on his neck, killing him slowly. The entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong. It was then that I realized I didn't have the time, or a true desire to kill this man. I hated him for hurting Jazz, but could I kill him for that? As much as I wanted to, I couldn't, so I did the next most sensible thing, call Maggie's dad. I moved my hand onto the captor's chest, knowing that above all, it would subdue him and prevent him from standing.

Maggie's dad answered the phone call immediately. "Hello, Chief of Police Winnock. What is the nature of your emergency?"

Relief flooded through me as I heard his voice. "Chief Winnock! I need your help! I'm at 178 Dodger Road. I got Jasper back and have subdued the captor. Please, come quickly and bring an ambulance! Jasper's hurt!"

Winnock's urgent reply came quickly and swiftly. "We'll be there in three minutes tops!" With that the line went dead, it was now up to me to keep this man down. In a matter of seconds, the captor's goons surrounded me, guns drawn and pointed at me. I had no choice but to release my hold on the captor.

Brushing off his cape, the captor stood and grinned through his dark mask. "Well, well, well. How the tides have suddenly turned. You'll be dead by the time your police friends arrive here. All your precious cousin will have to see is a mutilated, shot, and bloody corpse that used to be Henry Griffin."

I folded my hands behind my head, knowing that there wasn't a way to get out of this by myself. In a matter of seconds, the gunshots sounded, and death was in the warehouse…

-swap to Chief Winnock's POV-

"Go, Go, Go! We got an operation to break down and a life to save! Let's move!" Chief Winnock yelled at his fellow officers, urging them into the SWAT team trucks as they prepared to leave. In a matter of seconds, the truck flew out of the station, lights flashing and cars yielding to their presence. They arrived on the scene in precisely three minutes as they stormed out of the trucks.

Chief Winnock was the last out. "Alright, surround the perimeter, no one leaves without my say so!"

The men ran around the building, guns raised as they prepared for anything. Chief Winnock and his special mission troops climbed onto the roof, ready to break in from the top. Their helicopter had found a hatch in the ceiling that they could enter from on the south wing of the roof. Heat sensors showed that a large amount of people were gathering just below there. It couldn't be more perfect then this. Him and his men lower themselves with their cable as troops flood in from both entrances, surrounding the gang and detaining them.

As quietly as possible, Winnock opened the hatch. Seven cables dropped down from the helicopter to lower the men through the hatch. Moments before they lowered themselves, Winnock received a radio call from a troop outside the western door.

"Winnock sir! Your daughter and Jasper have left the building. They've told us that Henry Griffin and the captors are in the Southern wing. They are armed and dangerous. On your command, we'll flood the building, sir!"

Winnock paused for a moment contemplating the situation. The call went out to all the troop's radios. "Storm the building, now! Detain all members alive, aim to injure only if necessary!"

No replies went through, but a large amount of footsteps were heard entering the building from all four entrances. With guns drawn, Winnock and his crew lowered themselves through the hatch, guns drawn and ready for anything.

Ten men surrounded two on the inside, guns drawn and aimed at one of people on the inside. The target was none other than Henry Griffin, standing in the center of the ring, his hands raising slowly into a complete surrender. The sounds of the guns silenced the room entirely.

Eleven men fell to the ground. The red eyed captor is left standing, completely uninjured, his bloody gun falling from his hands, never to hurt an innocent life again. Gunshots were heard in other places as the troops made their way to the center of the conflict. Over twenty paramedics were on the scene, with stretchers ready for the eleven hurt, the eleven dying. Only one didn't deserve it. Only Henry Griffin didn't deserve it.

Henry Griffin was placed on a stretcher, his breathing hoarse and slow. He was conscious, aware of everything happening to him. Aware enough to see Jasper next to him on a stretcher as they shared an ambulance. I watched my daughter climb into the ambulance with them, her face streaming with tears. The red eyed killer was none other than Miles Naaria, a gang leader who has been wanted around the world for years. A long list of 200 murders lay behind him. Perhaps today it would become 202, either way; he would pay dearly for his crimes. The satisfaction of him being caught would end the reign of fear in the hearts of many and finally give peace to the family of the victims.

The ambulances sped off into the distance, the lives of their patients at stake. As they left, Naaria was led out with five guards around him, his hands handcuffed behind his back. A happy grin was spread across his face as his head swiveled towards me. "You and your goons may have caught me, Winnock, but my legacy will be praised by many across the world! My legacy will not go down in silence. More will rise to finish what I started, whether you like it or not. You have been warned, Winnock. Good luck." An officer prodded him in the back again as he was forced into the SWAT team truck. Reluctantly, I followed them into the truck. Naaria was shackled to the wall, his mouth silenced by a piece of cloth wrapped around his mouth. All that he needed was his eyes now. The grim satisfaction of murder shined clear as day, the eyes that would haunt my memories forever. This time, he would not succeed. He would die in a matter of days after his trial. That was for sure. The truck sped off to the high security prison for criminals, leaving behind a warehouse of blood, and a nightmare of torture.

Warning: Don't read if you haven't read the story yet.

As promised, the description of Miles Naaria.

Hair color: brown Hair length: neck length-short bangs on forehead area

Gender: male Eye color: red (with contacts) Normal eye color: brown

History: A notorious gang member. Has murdered at least 200 (known) people, uses colored contacts to disguise his eyes. Also uses makeups to make his appearance different each time

Outfit: A black robe with a black hood and a scarf like thing that crosses over his mouth and nose but leaves his face/forehead area exposed , has fair skin (slightly pale). Has a black shirt underneath the cape and dark , leather gloves on his hands only (think biker glove length)- black combat boots and dark red pants (the kind that have belts on them)

Sorry I left it in such a cliff hanger, it's sort of like my incentive to write the next one asap. My college classes have started, but I'll be sure to write as soon as I can! Hopefully soon, since my work is still light at the moment. But soon enough it won't be quite so light, and my writing will become less frequent, though I'll try to write tidbits of the chapter and post it as soon as it's done. Please bear with me on that. Thanks and please review! I think I did pretty good on this chapter, but I want some feedback on improvements if you think it needs any. Thanks for reading!

-Katie