"Ok so that guy is defiantly up to something!" Parker announced, flopping down on Nate's couch. Sighing, Kenzi slipped down next to her and the two sisters huddled together. "I think he buys girls from other countries, mainly Russia, along with their mothers, and tells them they only get an opportunity at life here if they go by his rules. The ones that mess up get sent back to Russia." The brunette chimed in. "Yeah Nate, I think she's right." Sophie chimed in, nodding in agreement. "We have to find a way to get him to expose what he's doing."

Looking thoughtful, Nate rubbed his hands together. 'Ok this is what we'll do, Eliot, you stay on the janitor duty, Hardison, go over those files and get whatever you can from them, find out exactly what he's doing so we can publicize it. Kenzi, go talk to families that have been affected by this, figure out who knew people that have been shipped back to their countries. Parker, place video cameras on as many beams and walls as you can. And Sophie, we're going to give Ivan an offer he can't resist."

Tall, gorgeous women stalked into the gym, lifting her sunglasses off her face and peering around. A smug sneer firmly on her face, she swooped around the place, studying the girls intently. One of the coaches darted off towards the main office, and an angry looking man stormed out of it. "Who are you and what are doing in my gym?" Pursing her lips, the dark haired lady arched an eyebrow. "I am Vanda. Vanda Brisinger."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" he snarled. "Vell it should?" The women sneered. "Because I'm the woman who could make you very very rich." At that moment, Nate burst into the gym. "Vanda, Vanda what are you doing here?" He exclaimed loudly, causing most of the people to turn around and stare. "Oh god, you're making a scene. Come into my office, NOW!" He demanded, and Sophie and Nate shared a celebratory smile. Both of them stalked into the man's office and immediately started fighting for his attention.

"I vun a buiznezz wiz ruzzian girlz-"

"Don't listen to her, she's crazy-"

"My colleague wishes to keep you out of ze picture-"

"For good reasons I assure you-"

"SHUT IT!" Ivan bellowed. "You lady, explain." He demanded. Straitening up, Sophie tossed her hair. "Ze young girl he brought it yesterday, she iz part of ze bigger picture, we wish to bring over young children an train zem, open a big gym, get lotz of ze americanz to join. Keep most of ze money to ourzelvez. Good plan yes?"

Looking eager, Ivan leaned forward. "And you were going to keep this from me?" He asked, glaring at Nate. "Listen buddy, I didn't know if I could trust you yet but Vanda here was determined to get you in on it-"

Cackling, Ivan rubbed his hands together. "Oh im already part of something like that. Half the girls in that gym are Russian, and the American's pay a bunch of money to get expertise coaching because a couple girls won at nationals, a few went to the Olympics and got gold medals. All the other coaches hate me, but all the parents love me, they all think their children are going to be stars." Smirking, he leaned back and crossed his legs. "And all the girls from Russia have to toe the line and if they try to say anything about what's happening they get shipped right back across the ocean. And I get a huge payout for it. It's the perfect plan. Maybe our organizations could, join up." He chuckled.

"Vanda come on doll we're fine how we are-"

"We vill take ze deal. I vill come tomorrow to talk zings over wit you." Standing abruptly, she pranced out of the room. Nate fixed Ivan with a steely look. "You shoulda never did that man. It's a bad idea. A really bad idea." He muttered, before following Sophie out of the room, leaving Ivan gazing after the two of them curiously.

"Hello ma'am I'm Elizabeth Night. I wanted to talk to you about a girl I think you fostered several months ago." Smiling sadly Renee Mantee nodded. "If you'll tell me what this is about." She stated. "Well I had friend who went to a gym around here, some Ivan guy runs it. She told me something about how he was stealing money from families and then she disappeared a couple days after she told me. Her name was Zena. Were you the person who fostered her?" Blinking rapidly, Renee opened the door wider. "You can come in. Let me tell you about it."

Perching herself on the edge of the lady's couch, Kenzi brushed stray piece of hair away from her face. "We always only foster a few kids a time so we can completely fund them to do anything they want to do. The man who dropped Zena off was different from the guy who usually did. He told us she liked gymnastics, and recommended the gym down the street. That man robbed us. He took almost all of our money, and in the beginning it was great. She had so much fun there. But then she started to get scared; she wouldn't talk where she got home. One day she let something slip about how he was shipping girls off to Russia. After that she vanished. Someone came and picked her up and we never heard from her again. It was awful."

Kenzi went to several different homes, each with the same story. They fostered a girl form Russia and if they said anything about what was happening at the gym, they were gone within the next week.

"There's obviously girls that come with their parents, but a lot of them are just fostered out." Kenzi babbled. Shaking the bow out of her hair, Parker stretched herself out across Eliot and Hardison. "I feel so bad for those parents." She sighed. Eyes darting nervously, Kenzi huddled up on the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs. Nate shot her a look, and she sighed. "I think im gunna turn in ok? Can I use your guest room again?" she asked softly and Nate nodded tersely.

The young women bounded up the stairs, leaving the team behind. "What was that about?" Sophie demanded. "I don't want her listening in on our teams conversations ok? I don't trust her." Parker shot Nate an evil look, but didn't question it.

Up in her room, Kenzi fiddled with her knife again. It had become a nervous habit of hers after being in so many abusive homes. Being in Iran for several years hadn't helped either.

It was the first time she'd split up with her sister. They vowed that in 6 months they would meet up again. Parker had gone on to become a thief, and Kenzi had left her latest foster parents and hitched a ride on a plane to the middle east. She hadn't known that's where it was going; she'd just wanted to get out of the Americas. That's where she'd learned her style of thievery and her limited grifting.

It was also where she had learned how to fight.

After staying for a couple months, she already knew so many things she'd never wanted to know, and gotten out as soon as she could. But that was how she'd gotten a bounty on her head. That was mostly why she didn't want to meet up with Parker again. She didn't want her sister going through same thing that she'd gone through. She didn't want her sister to be killer.

She could still remember her fist kill. She had stolen something from an important safe, and a group of men were chasing her, she'd managed to loose most of them but one of them just wouldn't stop following her. She had to do it. She'd turned around, aimed and chucked her knife, watching it split his skull and seeing red trickle down his face-

"Woah woah woah what was that?" Eliot yelped, staring at the knife that had landed less then an inch from his face and was firmly lodged in the door.

Oh no