As soon as Cara turned the corner into the hallway, she ran, guessing from the angry roar coming from the training room, she was about to give chase to at least one trained assassin for what she did. She kept running, pumping her legs to their limit, not even stopping to consider turns, she didn't know where she was heading or how to get back, all she knew is, she wouldn't lose something as simple as hide and seek, however more dangerous being chased by multiple assassins made it.

Keeping up her pace, she continued running, behind her the sound of doors opening and closing slowly approached, letting a grateful sigh out, glad she hadn't tried hiding in any of the bedrooms or other rooms. By know she hadn't even paid attention to how many turns she took all she knew was to follow a constant pattern of left turn, right turn, left turn, right turn.

After another 5 minutes, Cara reached a dead end, the sound of doors opening and closing still present behind, staring hard at the 5 doors in front of her, she did the only thing she could, eenie-meenie-minie-moe. When she was finished, her hand had landed upon a small gray door, stepping forward; she turned the steel knob and entered it.

The room inside was dark, searching for a light switch, the only thing Cara could tell at the moment was that it was tall, tall enough to add an almost eerie echo to it. Sighing in relief as her hands bumped the edge of something sticking out of the wall. Placing her fingertips on the end of the switch she flicked it down and turned around. The room behind her put the word 'big' to shame. It appeared to be some kind of library, considering the bookcases that towered to what must be around 30 feet.

Cara continued taking in the vast room before her for all of about 15 seconds before she realized she was still being chased. Taking a deep breath she turned the lights back off and calmly strode into the inky darkness.

Ten minutes later

Still walking through the seemingly endless hallway, Jyabura continued his pattern of searching rooms, one after another, open door, turn on lights, check closets, leave. He was nearing, if he remembered correctly, the end of the tower's north wing, each of the other CP9 members had taken to a different wing.

After the situation at the training room, Lucci's first defeat was something of a shock. As the resounding thud of the sparring staff sounded against Lucci's skull, his body crumpled against the floor like a ball of paper. For what seemed like a year, the room was quiet, then Kaku closed his book, stood up and walked towards the doorway "When he wakes up, there's gonna be a certain redhead in his crosshairs. And he's going to be pretty angry. We might want to find the girl before we have another incident; Lucci didn't leave much of the last secretary intact." Kaku hummed as he left the room and turned into one of the other hallways.

Since then, Jyabura had been searching the rooms for Cara. Each room as empty as the last, he kept walking down the gray hall. Nearing the end of the North Wing, he sighed, there were three rooms left, a storage closet for cleaning supplies, an infirmary, and the library. He opening the door to the closet when he heard a rustle from the Library, pausing, he turned and opened its doors instead. The two black chunks of wood squeaked a bit as they opened.

Waiting for the dust clouds to settle, Jyabura proceeded to enter the room and close the doors behind him, flicking the lights on he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight before him. Sitting calm and collected at one of the foremost desks was Lucci, quietly leafing through a book. His curls held back in a ponytail to avoid distracting him from reading.

"Holy fucking shit Lucci!" Jyabura exhaled, not having the breath to shout left in him. "How the hell did you get in here? Last time I saw you, you were headed in the complete opposite direction!"

Shutting his book with a sigh, Lucci glared across the room with enough force to make Jyabura inwardly cringe, remaining firm on the outside though. Leaning back in his chair Lucci diverted his attention to staring at the ceiling "Obviously you're not as good of a spy as you think, not be able to track one person. By the way, have any of you managed to find the girl yet?"

Slowly entering the room, Jyabura made a point of closing the door, loud enough to rattle its frame. Turning back towards Lucci, he growled out "I'll just ignore the fact that you called my skills poor and move onto the second part, as far as I know, we haven't found her yet, but Kaku and Kalifa should be finishing their branches of the tower, so any minute now she'll be in our hands. And I emphasize our hands, we're not going to let you murder another secretary over as trivial a thing as this." Remaining in front of the door so as to block the room's only exit.

Standing up, Lucci moved towards the bookshelves behind him. Placing the book he was reading in its respectful place, he returned to his desk, only to sit on the edge this time, kicking up little storms of dust from the long-forgotten wooden floor. "Well you caught me here, for that you get some kudos. On the subject of the girl, let me out of here, I'll give up this chase. I forgot how much I hated both dust and reading." As if to prove it, he loud out a little sneeze, shooting up another cloud of dust from the floor.

Jyabura stood silent for a moment, debating the chances that the cat was lying. After a couple more seconds of silence, he realized how little of a chance he would stand at contained lucci for an extended time, the wolf rolled his eyes in defeat and stepped away from the door, allowing Lucci to leave. Smiling, Lucci got up from the desk and walked across the room. Making sure to walk as slowly as possible, savoring his victory. He continued to quietly gloat as he neared Jyabura, who continued to avoid looking at the smug cat.

As Lucci neared though, he suddenly let out a groan from deep within him. "Oh fuck me." Was all that escaped before he collapsed to the floor like a wet rag. As he fell, something resembling ripples began to spread across his skin, and milliseconds later, his body began to change, beginning with his hair which began to alternate between practically the entire color spectrum until it settled on a dark shade of blonde on the verge of red. Also, his skin decided it was time to impersonate heated wax, literally chunks of it began fall from his skin, splashing to the floor only to disappear a second later. As more and more skin began to fall, different features started to surface, these ones surprisingly feminine. Delicate cheekbones, a narrow jawline, even a slimmer nose began to make themselves known as Jyabura stood there, the embodiment of pure horror plastered to his face as he was too surprised to step away. When it was all over, the only thing remaining was an unconscious body face down on the floor.

When Cara woke up, the first thing she did was check her surroundings; in this case, it was easy. Opening her eyes, the first and only thing she saw was darkness. Reaching out she couldn't even she her hands right in front of her. Trying to find any form of light, she began to panic, chest pulling in quick, shallow gulps of air. A slight gasp escaped her mouth before she heard a chuckle to her side, followed by some steps. Seconds later, the darkness lifted, she had to blink a couple times to recognize Jyabura above her, waving a damp washcloth, smiling gently.

Standing right next to the bed she recognized as his own, he kneeled down to be eye-to-eye with her. Reaching behind him he grabbed a cup that had once been hot, but was now reduced to a slight warmth. Realizing it was for her she lifted a very sore arm and took hold of the cup's tiny handle. Holding it to her lips, she took a tiny sip to discover it was only tea, tipping the cup again, she took a bigger sip, only to nearly choke on it when she remembered how she got into her situation.

Eyes widening with his hand already in place to pat her on the back, Jyabura edged forward on his knees. "Careful, is everything alright, you took a good hit to the face when you fell, are you sure you're feeling okay?"

Placing the cup on a nearby nightstand, Cara nodded "yea, just a sore nose and a wounded sense of pride." Looking down she wound the sheets of the bed around her hands "So are we not going to talk about what you saw in that library?"

Jyabura leaned back on his heels for a second, frowning, then he leaned back in, staring straight at Cara, who was busy trying to do the exact opposite. "Yea we can talk about that, or we can talk about why you were both screaming and crying in your sleep."

Cara's face whitened, then slowly, she raised her gaze and looked Jyabura dead in the face, eyes darkening slightly she simply whispered "no."

Bam, I finished the chapter. Sorry it took so long, I was about 3/4ths of the way done, then m computer decided to freeze and delete the vast majority of it so I basically completely rewrote this entire chapter.