*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!*

Guy glared at the red fur man as the man removed Sam's wanted poster. He saw horrific pictures of dead bodies in random places where the photos were taken.

Guy widened his eyes when he saw this. "What?!"

The man chuckled at Guy's response. "He's not fully responsible for their deaths but he participated. He's a little 'understudy' if you will call it that."

"No...he's not a murderer! He-He wouldn't hurt a soul if I know Sam!"

The man slipped in a picture of someone being hanged in his living room. "Recognize him? He's your girlfriend's deceased husband."

Guy covered his mouth, his thoughts too fast to process. He shook his head vigorously. "No...No! No! Someone else must have done it! I know it's not Sam!"

"Protective over your briefcase buddy already? I thought you would have the opposite reaction...where you surrender and tell me everything."

"I know Sam better than you and he's not a murderer!"

"Because of you."

"Huh?!"

The man chuckled lightly while leaning forward on the table. "Because of you...he failed his mission...if he hadn't met you...he probably wouldn't give up crime. Hmph...compared to your brother."

"My brother...what are you--?"

"If it weren't for you, he would've lived. He wouldn't lose his life over a change of heart for you. In fact, your brother would've been better off without you. You somehow broke down my top two notorious criminals and changed their hearts and for what? You turned them against me...and I don't like that, Guy. I don't like it at all."

"Wait a minute," Guy recalled something...it's a name Jeffrey gave him before he died. "Jeckles Abbot?"

The man, Jeckles, had his face turned sour quickly. Someone, who was holding Guy, lifted his hat and searched around his head. Guy didn't know what this person was searching for but whatever it was...it's not there.

Jeckles growled, "Where is it?!"

"Where is what?"

Jeckles snapped his fingers while the assassin had his blade up against Guy's bruised cheek again. Guy struggled to get out of the hold but the assassin had him in a choke-hold tightly.

"Hey! Stop!" Guy shouted while growling.

Jeckles stepped closer to him, losing patience. "Where is it?!"

"Where is what? What are you talking about?!"

"The secret! Where is the secret?!"

"What secret?!"

Jeckles lost his patience while signaling the assassin to unchained him. The assassin unchained Guy and held him violently. Guy struggled wildly like a stubborn caged wild animal. Jeckles led them out of the room while the assassin was holding onto Guy. Guy shook and tried to fight back but another assassin from out of the darkness came in to help. He held Guy by the arm so the other assassin can hold onto the other arm.

Guy struggled continuously with the look of pain in his face. "Where are you taking me?!? Let me go!!!"

~.~

Louis hanged up the telephone box of a small town near Cambridge. He sighed heavily while walking up to Michael, who's sitting at the edge of the curb.

Michael perked his ears up and noticed Louis coming up to him. "Anything from your Pops?"

"He seemed worried about Guy. That means that we got to keep moving," Louis determined while checking his tracking device.

Michael stood up to his feet and glanced over Louis's shoulder. "What's that?"

"Remember about the backup tracker thingy?"

Michael nodded his head.

"Well...it should track to where Guy is...but...it's moving for some reason."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Good thing it has a camera too."

Michael raised his brow suspiciously. "Are you like a spy or something?"

"As I said before, I'm a detective."

"Well...that doesn't look like detective work."

Louis smirked but he's too focused on the device to keep that smirk. "We got to find Guy--"

The camera turned on while both of them noticed that they were seeing someone crawling through vents.

"Uh...why are we in the vents? Wait, are those mice?" Michael noticed the shadows of mice scurrying through the vents and behind the walls.

Louis widened his eyes in realization. "Jean must have found it in Guy's hat. He's wearing it."

"Jean! Can you hear me?!" Michael shouted but Louis shushed him.

"Jean can't hear us. He has got to show us where Guy is."

They suddenly heard a familiar scream.

"Don't tell me that's Guy," Michael muttered underneath his breath.

"It is...come on." Both Louis and Michael sprinted out of the town and towards Cambridge.

~.~

Meanwhile, Jean led his family and friend through the vents when they all of a sudden heard a familiar scream.

Jean widened his eyes in fear. "Guy!"

"Who?" Valjean questioned immediately.

Jean didn't respond as he scurried towards the drafts of the ceiling. He saw Guy struggling from both of the assassin's hold while being led by the man in the red fur...known as Jeckles Abbot.

"Sacrebleu!" Jean gasped while sprinting across the drafts and keeping his balance.

"Jean! Wait!" Valjean chased after the blue mouse. Cosette and Fawn went after the mice. Jean kept switching his glance between Guy and what's in front of him.

"Let me go!!" Guy pleaded, giving up on struggling.

"My patience has run out on you, Mr. Am I. You're choosing a role that I certainly do not like," Jeckles growled with impatience.

"What are you talking about?!"

Jean furrowed his brow while noticing a machine ahead of them. The assassins strapped Guy's wrists and ankles around the machine. Guy began to become scared...having no idea what's going on and Jean wouldn't blame him. Jean leaned in to listen to the conversation.

"What-What are you doing to me?! What's wrong with you?!" Guy screamed, drawing his brows together.

Jeckles smirked at Guy. "Where is the secret? Your brother must have slipped it to you before he's gone."

"Why did you kill my brother?! Why?! He hasn't done anything to you!" Guy yelled angrily with tears coming out of his eyes.

Jeckles narrowed his brows together. "He has failed his mission. If his heart is stone-cold like he said it was...he would be standing here today...and you wouldn't even be here."

Jean continued to skulk through the walls while hearing the conversation perfectly. When he peeked through the gap, he saw Guy in tears. It's almost like Guy believed every word Jeckles was saying to him.

"You're a failure, Guy." Jeckles's words cut Guy up like a knife. "You're a failure at everything...your inventions, your love-life, your friends, and even your own family. If you would have been such a good older brother to him and loved him like what you are doing now...he wouldn't have to come after you. He wouldn't have died if it weren't for you."

Guy breathed in and out shakily, his tears staining his face. He appeared to be a complete mess of a man. Jeckles smiled when he watched the man he was torturing was suffering.

"But...there is a way where you won't fail," Jeckles suggested in a sleek convincing and charming voice.

~.~

Meanwhile, Dave waited in the hotel room with Michellee and E.B.

"So, when are they going to be back?" Dave asked Michellee, hoping that she would know more information than he does.

Michellee shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. They should be back any minute now."

"Mom, can we get something to eat?" E.B.'s stomach growled after she asked the question.

"We'll find something, sweetie. We'll find something to eat," Michellee determined.

Dave looked around the room and noticed a little device that McWinkle held in front of them last night in the rain. He picked up and messed with it until the camera thing turned on. Dave's eyes widened in complete horror. Michellee noticed Dave's face becoming pale.

"Dave...what's wrong?" Michellee questioned Dave.

Dave didn't answer. He held up the device that revealed Guy being held hostage by some madman, strapped onto some scary machine with Guy agonizing in pain. Michellee widened her eyes in complete terror while her hand covered her agape mouth. E.B. bulged her eyes out and her lips quivered.

"G-Guy? What's happening to him?" Michellee stuttered, her voice becoming fearful.

Dave pressed the sound button while the three of them heard Guy panting...sniffling. Michellee's heart sank when she's hearing her lover suffering and for what? What for? Michellee had tears edging out. Dave leaned over to watch Guy being pressed on with the questions.

"Where is the secret, Guy? Where is Sam?" The mysterious voice spoke up.

Guy's body shook violently in the straps. "I don't know...anything about this secret or where Sam is."

"He's lying," Dave whispered to Michellee. "To save Sam."

"Even if I know where he is...I will never tell you," Guy growled at someone in the shadows.

~.~

Jean watched closely at Guy, who seemed defiant now despite being insulted.

Jeckles growled while motioning one of the assassins to turn on the machine that Guy was strapped to. The machine began electrocuting Guy, causing him to scream out in pain. Jean covered his agape mouth, having the urge to save his friend but he can't... there are too many assassins and Jeckles was standing there.

Jean paced back and forth with anxiety. What to do? What to do? He kept asking himself that question.

The mouse kept hearing Guy screaming until the electrocution ended. Jean shifted his worried gaze back at his friend while taking off his headband, already sweating from wearing it.

Guy panted, his body trembling violently. His breathing was shaky and he gazed up back at Jeckles, who smirked at his suffering.

"Is he worth it? Your short briefcase buddy, Sam? Is he worth dying for?" Jeckles questioned him, playing the mental game in Guy's head.

Guy hardened his gaze while gritting his teeth.

Jeckles smiled. "Choose, Guy."

"Huh?"

Jean, from watching in the shadows, raised his brow. "What?"

Jeckles stepped closer to Guy. "If you don't tell me where Sam is...I'll find your family...and I will torture them right in front of you. Or...you can just tell me where Sam is and I will spare you, Michellee, and E.B. You will get to walk out of here free, Guy. And you won't be hunted anymore. So...choose, Guy. Sam...or Michellee and her daughter, E.B."

Guy's brow began to twitch, remembering his dreams. All those dreams of him having to choose between the people he loved have come true. His heart had to choose but little did he know...Jean was formulating a plan to get him out of here.

Jean sighed deeply while noticing that the headband he's been wearing has a camera on it and it's blinking blue. The mouse widened his eyes in realization.

"It's a tracker," Jean muttered to himself and placed it on a perfect place where it can watch Guy and Jeckles.

"Jean!" His friend, Valjean called him while Jean's family followed him. "What's going on?! What's the plan?!"

Jean smirked. "We need as many mice as we can gather...we have a human to save."

"How are we going to save him?" Cosette questioned her voice growing concern. "The leader of the mice hated humans."

"Guy was part of the revolution...tell him that. I'm sure he'll listen," Jean suggested in a hushed tone.

Meanwhile, Guy pondered the answer to Jeckles's question.

"Well?" Jeckles interrupted his train of thought. "What's your answer?"

A choice popped into Guy's brain, causing him to set his determined gaze at the madman staring at him.

"Sam...is...part of my family. Either way, you're going to hurt my family. So...if you want me to choose...I choose my family and that's including Sam."

Jeckles laughed at Guy's statement. "You can't do that, Guy. Sam was never part of your family."

Guy growled, "He was never a part of yours either."

"Don't be difficult, Guy. The choice is quite simple."

There's a brief pause between them.

"Fine...he's at Pinkie Pazookie," Guy lied, which it surprisingly rolled off his tongue naturally.

Jeckles widened his eyes in shock and then he smirked. "You sure is that where he was at? You're not lying, are you?"

Guy shook his head. "No...he told me that is where he's going."

Jeckles's smirk widened smugly. He turned to a couple of assassins, who took off right away without hesitation. He shifted his attention back to Guy.

"I know you're lying to me. And you're not very good at it," Jeckles stated with a grin.

Guy raised his brow, confused.

"Oh, you're confused, are you? Not surprised. You see, I already know about where Sam is. Simply by these."

The monitors appeared in front of Guy, indicating the location in Fullsome Prison where McWinkle, Sam, and Gluntz were interrogating his familiar arch-nemesis, Goat. Guy widened his eyes in complete shock.

"Wait, then why kidnap me?"

"Then, what's the point in kidnapping me?" Guy questioned profoundly.

"Oh...just so that Sam sees what he puts you through. Electrocute him," Jeckles ordered immediately.

"WHAT?!"

Guy screamed out in pain as soon as the machine turned back on. His body rattling against the machine while his screams were louder than the last time he was electrocuted. The machine finally stopped. Guy's body became weaker, losing consciousness.

~.~

"Wait, what?! You were one of them!" Gluntz gasped in complete shock.

Sam nodded his head to confirm his statement earlier. "Or the 'understudy' for them. In case a Ghost died, I get to obtain the secrets."

"What were the secrets?" Goat jumped into the conversation, even though he knew he caused Sam to confess that he's a Ghost in the first place.

Sam glanced up at Goat. "The secrets that were written in the photo...it's supposed to reveal their identity and who they were working for. So that the understudy knows the boss and the assassin they were helping out with. However...all of the photos contain a secret message."

"What's the secret message?" Gluntz questioned immediately.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."

McWinkle gazed at Sam softly. "Do you remember any of the victims you helped kill with the assassin?"

Sam's lips quivered while gazing up at his friends. "I remember helping an assassin with killing the people we were assigned to kill but I don't remember their names. Except for one...his name was Bill. I don't know him too well...but I know that he had a wife and--"

Suddenly, Sam widened his eyes in complete shock. "Wait, that's why she's familiar."

"Uh...what?" Gluntz asked, raising her brow.

"Who are you talking about, amigo?" Goat inquired, tilting his head in confusion.

Sam had his eyes widened. "Michellee."

"Michellee...? Wait...Michellee had a dead husband...right?" Gluntz recalled while glancing up at McWinkle.

McWinkle had his eyes bulged eyes in realization. "You helped kill Michellee's first husband?"

Sam lowered his head in shame. "It's part of the mission...I didn't know Michellee back then...I didn't even know E.B. Although when I first met them on the train...there's something familiar about them. I couldn't pin it down."

"Until now?" McWinkle guessed.

Sam nodded his head slowly.

"Who's the assassin you were helping out with the kills?" Gluntz questioned Sam.

Before Sam can answer the question, Michellee, Dave, and E.B. bust through the interrogation room.

"Great, a family reunion," Goat implied sarcastically.

Dave panted as if he's been running for minutes. "McWinkle! Guy has been kidnapped!"

"I know that!" McWinkle stated loudly and clearly.

There's dead silence.

"How did you know?!" Michellee questioned with a panic tone. "Why aren't you doing anything about it?!"

"What do you mean?" Gluntz asked stupidly, causing both Goat and McWinkle to sigh in discouragement.

Dave took out the device he found in the hotel room and showed it to them. It's a camera shot of Guy screaming out in pain by the torture. McWinkle enlarged his eyes in complete shock. Gluntz covered her agape mouth. Sam's pupils shrunk in terror.

"No! Guy!" Sam cried, his tears streaming down on his face.

Goat flicked his ears. "Look, I may not like Guy because he's the one who put me here in the first place but...dang, despite the fact that I don't like him...he doesn't deserve to get tortured like that."

McWinkle raised his brow at Goat. "Didn't you try to drown Guy and Sam in the boat and throw them off a cliff at one point--?"

"To get the dang chickeraffe! But they were in the way!" Goat shouted at McWinkle's accusation.

McWinkle put his shades back on. "We gotta go. Guy needs our help."

"You're darn right he does!" Michellee snapped, more worried than angry.

"Come on! We don't have much time!" Sam cautioned as he bolted out of the interrogation. Michellee and E.B followed at Sam with Gluntz chasing them. Dave trailed behind them while McWinkle stayed behind.

"Thanks for the info, Goat," McWinkle saluted as he was about to leave.

"Yeah...I had no choice...I had the stupid truth serum inside of me."

McWinkle chuckled. "I won't forget that. Adios, amigo."

McWinkle left Goat in the interrogation, alone. Goat sighed deeply, scratching the wooden table with his hooves in boredom to wait for the guards to take him back to his cell. Then...he heard a couple of footsteps coming towards him with a blade. He growled irritably...he doesn't like to be hunted.

When the group was in the middle of the hallway, they heard a goat bleating. McWinkle, Sam, Gluntz, Dave, Michellee, and E.B. immediately turned their heads to hear someone being kicked and shoved against the wall. McWinkle took out his net gun to capture the assassin in the interrogation room with Goat. Suddenly, the door burst wide open and the assassin tumbled out of the interrogation room, unconscious. Everyone had their brows raised until Goat stepped out of the interrogation room uncuffed and unchained. He put his own sunglasses on with a focused gaze at the group.

"Let's go, amigos. Let's go get Guy," Goat determined, flicking his ears.

McWinkle lowered his net gun. "You're not going to betray us?"

"If I do, it won't end well for anyone," Goat stated with a chuckle. "Including me. Besides, I hate Jeckles. I don't like it when someone hunts me down for no apparent reason. So...I thought of paying Jeckles a little visit."

"We can't fight Jeckles yet. He's too powerful," Gluntz replied urgently.

"As you said...he thinks of life as a game of chess...so, we're playing his little game. If you join us, you will have to be strategic and you have to stick with us because he'll get us when we're separated as he did to Guy," McWinkle explained to Goat.

Goat huffed. "I don't like the idea of joining in any chess club but if that's what it takes to avenge my family's death...I will do it."

"Family's death?" Sam questioned, raising his brow.

Goat clenched his teeth with a snarl. "Stupid truth serum. I'll explain it to you later. Come on."

Goat led the group out of the prison through the secret passageway. "You know, I was going to use the escape passageway to get out of this hole but...never used it. Guess fate had other plans."

"Quit talking and tell us where you're leading us," McWinkle growled impatiently.

Goat nodded his head and led them into an empty parking lot where criminals have their vehicles. Goat, luckily, still has his motorcycle that had the license plate that read: 'Trouble'.

Goat sighed wistfully at his motorcycle while feeling the dusty rims of it with his head. "Ah, I miss you so much."

"You know that this motorcycle belongs to Fullsome, right?" Gluntz informed.

Goat rolled his eyes at Gluntz's statement with a smirk. "Forget Fullsome. Goat is her daddy again!"

"What does that mean?" E.B innocently questioned.

Dave leaned in to whisper to the little girl. "I don't think you want to know."

"Wait, we're riding on a motorcycle?!" Michellee gasped in shock. "That's not safe!"

"Life is not safe, Senorita," Goat implemented while hopping onto his motorcycle. "Ah, sweet ride. Hop on!"

"But there are not enough seats for everyone," McWinkle pointed out to Goat.

Goat smirked again. "This thing doesn't just have one seat."

Goat pressed a button on his hooves that pulled out a couple of sidecars on each side. Everyone widened their eyes in shock.

Goat patted on his seat. "Hop on in."

Dave, Sam, and McWinkle jumped into one sidecar to the left while Gluntz, Michellee, and E.B sat in the other sidecar to the right.

"Where to, amigo?"

"Cambridge," McWinkle responded to Goat's question.

Goat stared at the road ahead of them while sounding off his engine. "Let's go."

The motorcycle made a roaring sound as it sped out of the empty parking lot near the prison building. Luckily for them, Fullsome people were too hungover to realize that the prisoner escaped along with the group.

It seemed like hours riding on the freeway before McWinkle noticed the familiar blue fur man with a fox.

"Goat, pull over," McWinkle commanded.

"Why?" Goat questioned.

"Just do it."

Goat rolled his eyes and pulled over where Louis and Michael were. Michael raised his brow and Louis smiled when he saw McWinkle.

"Hey, Dad!" Louis greeted.

"T-There's a goat riding a motorcycle?" Michael stuttered, examining Goat and the motorcycle.

"Yes, don't judge," Goat gruffed.

"Hop in, both of you!" McWinkle ordered while both he and Dave scootched over for Louis and Michael to hop in. Michael and Louis hopped on in the sidecars McWinkle, Sam, and Dave were sitting in.

Goat smirked playfully and stated sarcastically. "Anyone else you need me to pick up, amigo?"

"No, let's go."

Goat pushed the handles for the motorcycle to keep speeding throughout the freeway towards Cambridge.

Cambridge was a small country town with a few hiding spots. Perfect for the criminals to hide in. When they arrived in a small town, they had to think about a plan.

"We have to think up a plan. And fast," McWinkle commanded. "We know that Jeckles's hideout is strictly secured but we need a way to get in."

Sam sighed deeply...he already had a plan. "We bait them."

"Huh?!" Everyone gasped at Sam's idea.

"Bait him with what?" Michael questioned urgently.

Sam set his determined gaze over at the dark alleyway where the basement door hideout was. "Me." 

To Be Continued...