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Alex felt awful. It was as if he were shot and dragged through the mud. He had had both of those things happen to him before, and wasn't fond of either of them. He took a quick look around his prison, and that was what it was, a prison. The question was, how did he get into a prison? He couldn't think of anything that would put him in there, but you never know nowadays. He thought back to the previous night. He and Adam had deen making a break for it when…

"Adam! Adam! Are you here?" he yelled frantically, then thought to the next part, and realixed that even if Adam was two feet away, chances were that he wouldn't answer. All he could hope was that Adam was given the best treatment possible, as soon as possible, but he highly doubted that. Especially considering the fact that he was dragged through the mud into the mansion unconscious, with a bullet in his abdomen. From all Alex had heard, though things were wicked nasty to have been shot in. The ones that survived figured it was the most painful thing, and that they wished that they had died.

Alex looked around again, and saw a limp form stretched out on what looked like an operating table. It was old fashioned. All that was there was a tray that looked as if it belonged to a dentist, and the table itself. A familiar tuft of red hair was visible at one end of the table, and a small rise and fall of Adam's chest was a signal that Alex's new friend was still alive at the moment. The only thing that they could do now is to hope that someone could come to the rescue, a feeling that Alex hated. He realized he had no choice, and huddled in the corner of the cell, awaiting someone, friend or foe, we still do not know.

NYPD headquarters

Although no one else was, Stella Bonasera was starting to get anxious. "Mac, Adam and Alex were supposed to be back a good two hours ago!"

"Relax Stella! They probably just lost track of time. You know how it is. Time flies when you're having fun. Those two are like best buds right now, you saw how they were."

"Yeah Mac, but still. Adam's job is on the line here. You know he would at least check in, make sure he could have another hour without getting fired."

"You're right. I'll call his place and his cell. We'll go looking if no one answers."

Not surprisingly no one answered his calls. He was just about to let it go and send a lab tech out when Flack came in.

"Hey guys, does the name Paul Overt sound familiar to you? We have what we think is a primary crime scene for an unknown body outside his apartment building. Neighbours heard a shot go up, and there is a huge blood spill leading to a car, one that just happens to run through it."

"If there is no body, how do you know that it is a primary crime scene?" Mac decided he needed answers now.

"There is too much blood for a person to have come far and still live, especially without medical attention. There is no one enrolled at any of the hospitals with any kind of gunshot wound or serious blood loss like the kind we are dealing with."

Stella decided to join in the conversation. "You did say Paul Overt right Flack? If Mac were paying attention he would have seen that Paul Overt was on the list that Adam gave us. He said he and Alex, the kid from MI6, were going to check out these people. Paul Overt is the last name there.