*Hey guys, the next part will come out today and the next episode will come out next week(if I'm not too busy with school). This is published on February 8, 2020. If you like this part(s), please comment and/or vote. I would love to see what you guys think. Enjoy!*

Jean hid underneath Guy's hat. He already mapped out where the assassins were taking them by looking through the fabric of the hat. He noticed he's stepping on something and glanced down. He examined the picture of Guy, as a young kid, building a treehouse with a group of people which he could assume that it's Guy's family.

"Why hide it here in all places?" Jean muttered to himself and flipped over the photo. There's something written at the back that read: Jeckles Abbot. "Who's Jeckles Abbot?"

They stopped in front of the dark alleyway of an unknown city. Why stop? The assassin carried passed out Guy and unknowingly Jean through the dark alleyway. He memorized the way they came while planning out an escape for both him and Guy. He witnessed the assassin entering a secret basement door that led into something bigger than what he would think of a basement. It's some sort of a hideout with a cell in front of them but the assassin turned a sharp left, taking them somewhere else.

There's a door to the left in which the assassin entered through. He sat Guy down and chained his wrists to the arms of the chair while chaining his ankles to the legs of the chair. There's a table in front of them. Jean looked up just in time to see the assassin disappearing in the darkness. Guy's head hung low, his breathing quiet. The mouse sighed for a second until he noticed a smaller tracker across from the huge one Louis showed off earlier. He squinted at it and decided to take it with him. It might be a backup tracker or something. It had a small band so he wore it as a headband...just for fashion sake.

Jean peeked out of the hat to get a better look around the room they were in. He noticed the handcuffs gripping tightly around his friend's wrists and the arms of the chair. He slid down Guy's arm and examined the cuffs. He used his bucked teeth to nibble the chain off of Guy but it's no use. He twitched his whiskers with irritation with a low groan to himself. He sniffed around the area and noticed a small pin on the floor that can be used as a lockpick.

"Jackpot," Jean whispered to himself as he scurried to the small pin. He picked it up and scampered back to Guy. He attempted to lockpick the chains around Guy's ankle, although the small pin he grabbed was weak and it eventually broke off. "Ugh, son of a yip."

Jean climbed up the chair Guy was sitting on and glanced around the room. He grunted to himself to think for a moment.

"Jean?" A familiar voice called out to him. Jean perked his ears and turned around to notice a familiar mouse with bright red fur hiding from a hole below him. The mouse crawled out of the hole to reveal himself in the light, which made Jean smiled.

"Valjean, what are you doing here?!" Jean whispered excitedly to his friend, Valjean.

Valjean glanced around the hole anxiously. "I'm trying to bust your wife and daughter out of the cell."

"My wife and my daughter?!"

"Yes, come on, they need you!"

Jean glanced back at Guy, who was on the verge of gaining consciousness. "I don't know if you can hear me but I'll come back to you. I promise."

Jean gazed up at the corner of the picture sticking out behind Guy's head. Jean pulled the picture out and used it as a floater all the down towards the hole where his friend was hiding at. He dragged the picture into the hole, knowing that it might be useful for something later on. He hid in the darkness with his friend while they climbed up the drafts behind the walls.

"Jean, you need to get a better lawyer," Valjean commented while crawling through the shadows. He noticed his friend carrying the picture. "What's the picture for?"

"I don't know...but I have a feeling we can use it whenever we need to float down. Where's my family?"

"They should be this way, come on."

Both of the mice scurried through the walls and into the vents. They scampered quickly towards a lone room that appeared to be an office. Jean and Valjean peeked through the shades of the vent and noticed the red fur man sitting in front of the desk.

"That's him," Valjean whispered to Jean. "Jeckles Abbot."

"Wait!" Jean flipped over the picture that he's been carrying around with him to notice the name. "Why write the name? Who wrote this?"

"Where did you find it?"

"My friend was wearing his hat over the picture and I found it while I was hiding underneath the hat."

Valjean gasped in shock. "Wait, you're friends with a man?"

"I'll explain everything later, mon amie." Jean shifted his focus on Jeckles. He heard footsteps stepping into the office.

"We have him, Jeckles," A hollow voice spoke up from behind Jeckles.

Jeckles chuckled lightly. "Good. Is he awake?"

"Not yet."

Jeckles got up from his seat to reveal Jean's family were trapped in the cage. "Where is he?"

"In the interrogation room."

"Excellent. Did you make him comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Good," Jeckles said as he exited out of the office with the assassin.

Jean and Valjean opened the vent door and used the picture again to glide down towards Jean's family. When they landed on the desk, Jean quickly rushed up towards his family. His wife gasped happily and sprinted towards the bars while the daughter followed her from behind.

"Jean?" His wife cried while putting her paw on her husband's cheek.

Jean grabbed her hand and kissed her palm with a tearful happy gaze. "My love, Cosette, I have come to get both you and Fawn out of this."

"Papa!" His daughter exclaimed joyfully while reaching out to touch her father's face. Jean knelt down to let his daughter touch his face.

"I'm here, sweetheart." Jean cupped his paw on his daughter's cheek. "I'm going to get you guys out." He turned to his friend, who already found a key for the cage.

"You might need this, friend," Valjean whispered to Jean.

"Je vous remercie, Valjean," Jean replied and unlocked the cage with the key given to him. The wife and daughter ran out of the cage and hugged Jean. "I love you, my family."

"We love you too, Papa," Jean's daughter, Fawn, uttered in a sweet innocent tone.

Jean smiled at both of them but his expression switched to determine. "Come on, we got to go. But...first...I have to get someone out. I might need your help, Valjean."

"Whatever you need, brother," Valjean responded.

~.~

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room in Fullsome prison, Goat glared at McWinkle, Gluntz, and Sam.

"Are you going to try to stupefy me again, Gluntz?" Goat groaned a bit at Gluntz.

Gluntz shook her head. "No."

McWinkle took off his shades and hardened his gaze at Goat.

"Alright, Goat, do you know why we're here?" McWinkle interrogated Goat.

Goat chuckled at McWinkle's question. "To milk the info out of me."

"That's right!" McWinkle snarled while showing a picture of the red-fur man. "Who's this man?!"

"Not talking," Goat grunted while crossing his arms. Gluntz took out her tea set and poured some tea into the teacups.

"So...tell me about your social life," Gluntz replied while sipping her tea.

Goat groaned at her request. "Still not talking."

"Gluntz, what are you doing?" McWinkle growled lowly at his partner.

"Trust me, partner." Gluntz winked discreetly at her partner and shifted her focus back on the Goat. "So...would you like some tea?"

"Why are you offering me tea?" Goat questioned Gluntz's tactics.

Gluntz raised her brow while playing a poker face. "Because my mother makes this kind of tea. She wants everyone to try it. So, please do."

Goat grunted while picking up the teacup with his hoof and drank the tea. He put it down. "Now...I told you that--I will talk to you since I got nothing better to do."

Goat widened his eyes in complete and total shock along with everyone else in the room.

McWinkle leaned over to Gluntz. "What did you just do, agent?"

Gluntz gazed up at her former partner. "I slipped in a little truth serum in his teacup...it will last a day. Have at him, partner."

McWinkle smirked while holding up a picture of the red fur man to Goat. "Alright, Goat, who is this?"

Goat tried to resist the serum but he couldn't help it. "He's Jeckles Abbot...he's the crime boss in Floriana...ngh! He's not to be messed with."

"I can see that," McWinkle continued. "Why is he after us? Why is he after Sam? It had to be more than just Sam being a criminal."

"Is that what you think, compadre?" Goat guffawed at McWinkle's statements. "No, he's not after Sam because he's a criminal."

Sam frowned further, knowing the real reason.

"What's the reason?" McWinkle probed further with the questions.

Goat tugged a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Because Jeckles didn't like to be double-crossed. If you double-cross him...you're playing a dangerous game."

"Ooh, what game?" Gluntz jumped in excitedly, raising her brow higher.

Goat's smirk grew wider. "You really want to know?"

McWinkle and Gluntz nodded their heads but Sam shrunk in a corner.

"Your friend, Sam, knows what type of game I'm talking about. Do you, Sam?" Goat inferred to Sam behind them. Both McWinkle and Gluntz turned their heads to see Sam hardening his glare back at Goat.

~.~

Guy slowly raised his eyelids open, his breathing became audible. He tried to move his muscles but he soon realized that he's chained to the chair he's sitting on. He yelped and struggled out of his bonds.

"What the--?!" Guy gasped and breathed heavily in panic. His heart raced while looking around the isolated room. This room looked familiar. Maybe too familiar. He examined the room calmly this time.

"How did I end up here?" Guy bulged his eyes out to hear his thoughts again. "Wait, am I supposed to hear my own thoughts in my dreams?!"

Guy growled at himself while ducking his head. However, hearing his thoughts didn't hurt as it did in his dreams. In fact, it's more crisp and clear. Guy sat still, hearing everything around him. The footsteps, the pitter-pattering, the chattering...wait, how can he hear all of this? Suddenly, a door swung open and all of Guy's thoughts and hearings went silent. He heard heavy footsteps in the darkness in front of him. He can't see who it was hiding in the shadows.

"Comfortable?" A charming sleek voice spoke sinisterly from the darkness.

Guy squinted at the shape of the figure from the darkness as it came closer to the orange light lit above the table. Once the figure stepped into the light, it revealed his shape. His back was hunched over a bit from leaning onto the table. His eyes were dead cold, staring into Guy's scared ones. His dark blood red fur shimmered in the light while wearing a hat to shade his face from the light. He set his hat down to be shown more in the light. Guy breathed heavily while not responding to his questions.

"Silent talker, huh?" The red fur man ignited the conversation.

Guy didn't respond to the man's question. His mind ran into a million directions.

"Who does this guy think he is?"

"Hmph, I suspected a bit more out of you," The man in the red fur commented while examining Guy.

"Who are you?" Guy growled with a hardened glare.

The red fur man smirked. "Finally, you talked. Good to know...I'll be the one asking you the questions. You just answered them when being asked."

Guy narrowed his brows together, not answering. The man in the red fur had the folder in hand and slammed it in front of him. Guy glanced down just in time to see the folder open and revealing Sam's wanted picture but it has a red circle around his face.

"Where is he?"

"Huh?" Guy widened his eyes before looking back up at the man.

"Sam-I-Am. I know you know where he is."

"Oh, no...why is this guy after Sam? What did Sam do this time? Just...Just come up with a lie...he's in Fullsome...that's the part we won't tell him."

"Well?" The red fur man questioned Guy, noticing that Guy has been quiet.

Guy blinked his eyes and came up with a lame lie...however, it might as well be convincing. "I...don't...know."

There's a brief silence while the man chuckled at Guy's answer.

"You don't know? He's your briefcase buddy...how could you not know? Unless you're lying to me. I hate being lied to. The same way I hate being double-crossed." the red fur man glared intensely at Guy, who seemed to shiver at his words. He smirked again and sighed. "You don't know what game you're playing...do you?"

Guy doesn't know what the man was talking about. His heart was thumping faster than his mind could process.

The man smiled. "Hmph..you know, everyone was born to play a role. You have a role to choose from, Guy Am I. Are you a pawn or a king?"

Guy widened his eyes while staring at him.

~.~

"Seriously...a game of chess?" McWinkle gruffed in disappointment with that answer from Goat. "How dangerous can a game of chess be?"

Goat nodded his head. "Yeah...I was wondering the same thing, compadre...until well...one day."

"One day, what?" McWinkle probed on with the questions.

"Someone was brave enough to double-cross him." Goat glanced at Sam, who didn't participate in the interrogation.

Sam softened his gaze...remembering that day when he saved Mr. Jenkins from Snerz instead of finishing the mission. He didn't know the consequences and thought he was happier with his friends after he gave up crime...but...of course, Jeckles didn't like that. That's why he's after Sam and his friends...anyone he touched, Jeckles will torture and Sam knew that for sure.

McWinkle and Gluntz glanced at Sam again. They were smart enough to realize what's going on.

"He must have taken this game of chess way too seriously," Gluntz muttered a bit.

Goat nodded his head in confirmation. "That's what he thinks of life...a game. You're either a pawn or a king."

"What about a knight or a queen...or even a bishop?" Gluntz threw in her questions.

Goat sighed deeply. "He thought of those as pawns as well. Since they're all under the king's rule."

"Who's the king going against him?" McWinkle questioned out of pure curiosity. He cleared his throat to make his question clearer. "If Jeckles refers to himself as king...who's the other king he's going against?"

Goat pondered that question for a moment.

~.~

Guy blinked his eyes for a couple of minutes in pure confusion.

"What does this crazy man mean about roles? Is this a game of chess?"

"What are you talking about?" Guy inquired, raising his brow.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," The man growled at Guy.

"No, I don't."

The man evaded the subject while pointing back to the matter at hand...Sam. "Where is Sam?"

"I told you that I don't know!" Guy shouted at the crazy man, although a fist came out of nowhere and slammed into his cheek. He took an impact from the hit and breathed heavily.

The man furrowed his brow. "You were last seen with him in the Party Box...he must have told you where he's going before you two split apart. So...where is Sam-I-Am?"

"I don't know!" Guy stuck with his answer in frustration. Someone wrapped their arm around his throat with a knife barely touching against his bruised cheek. However, the red fur man waved his hand to signal whoever was behind him to not hurt him.

"What do you know about Sam, huh? Did you know that he's a criminal?"

"Of course, I knew that...but...he's changed now," Guy groaned while struggling to get out of someone's hold.

The man began to laugh at Guy's answer. "You are unbearably naive. If Sam had stuck with the crime...you would've been a perfect 'dead-meat' partner for him."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh...you don't know? What a shocker. Sam was supposed to have a partner in this fun mission he was supposed to do. I warned him about getting close to his partner and he didn't take my warning seriously."

"Sam didn't tell me that he had to partner up with someone--"

"Of course, he didn't. I bet he told you his sob story about being an orphan, right? That's why you guys are so incredibly close. But...the question is...how many more secrets has he kept from you? Was he being an orphan enough for you to protect him with your lies against me?"

"Secrets? He has more secrets?"

"Do you wish to know?"

Guy growled while shaking his head. "No! I rather have Sam tell me them than you! All you will ever do is lie!"

"That's all Sam had been doing to you too."

Guy glared at the red fur man, breathing heavily.

~.~

"No, not him!" Sam gasped, covering his agape mouth.

"You got to be kidding me. Why?" McWinkle snarled at Goat's mysterious answer.

Goat shrugged his shoulders. "That's one of the theories. Perhaps because he's the same level of intelligence as Jeckles."

"The same level of intelligence? Like IQ?" Gluntz inquired further.

"Yes, Gluntz, like IQ," McWinkle groaned irritably at her incompetence.

"Jeckles might have him captive right now!" Sam shouted in urgency, looking around anxiously.

"Whoa, Sam...don't panic...right now, he's with--"

McWinkle's phone buzzed suddenly in his pocket. He picked it up and answered the call. "Hello? Hey...yeah...what?! No!"

There's a pause while everyone in the group read the panicked expression on McWinkle's face.

McWinkle paced back and forth in the room and then sighed. "We have to find some way...okay...alright...thank you. Find him...as quickly as you can. Love you too. Goodbye."

McWinkle hanged up the phone and softly gazed at Sam. "Sam...your notion was right...Jeckles had him."

Sam's eyes trembled, wondering what's happening to his one and only briefcase buddy.

"He might be discovering about Sam's past too," Goat added.

"Sam's past?" Gluntz questioned.

"Yes. Would you care to tell them, Sam?"

There's a brief silence as McWinkle and Gluntz stared at Sam, who appeared to be conflicted.

Sam sighed deeply, licking his lips nervously. "The Ghost wasn't just one assassin...as you all can see. It's a cult."

"A cult?" Gluntz raised her brow while leaning forward slightly to take interest in the conversation.

"Yes, a cult."

"Who were they worshipping?" McWinkle pressed on with the questions.

"No one."

"How do you know so much about the Ghost?" Gluntz questioned.

There was a distant pause as Sam looked up at them with tears edging out of his eyes. "Because...I was one of them."  

To Be Continued...