"Okay, no need to panic. Just gotta think. Gotta think..." Zach looked around frantically. "There's gotta be something I can use..." He looked at the cell door, the cot, then the window. "That's it!" Zach ran over to the cot and pulled the mattress off. "YES!" There was a set of metal boxsprings. Zach took one of the springs and bent it into a straight line. He dashed to the door and jammed the spring into the lock. "Man, I wish I knew how to pick locks." From the window, Zach heard the faint sound of Dr. Wallace's voice: "WHAT?! How can we be out of gas?! We filled up before we left! Fine. Forget the jet. We'll head for the speedboat." "Weird..." Zach looked back at the lock. After a deep breath, he began shoving the door, hoping to shift it. No such luck. Zach slowly walked over to the window. The moon was full and bright. "Can't believe it..." "HEY ZACH!" "WHOA! AnCharlene?!" There she was, smiling through the window. "Wait a second... how-" "Hurry it up, AnCharlene!" called a voice from below. "Audrey? Alicia? How did you guys find me?" "Pretty simple," AnCharlene said. "We just followed Wallace. He took a helicopter over here. "WITHOUT camouflage, I might add..." "Yeah, we cut the fuel line, too," AnCharlene said, pulling out an acetylene torch. "Shield your eyes..." AnCharlene cut through the prison bars like butter, and soon enough, the four were running back to the copter. "We've got to hurry," Zach said as they crawled back into the helicopter. "This is place is set to blow." With that, the blades started spinning, and they were in the air. "Hang on," AnCharlene said. They flew from the island at top speed, knocking Zach from his feet. As soon as he managed to get up, an enormous explosion came from the island, knocking him down again. "Well, there goes Alcatraz. So what now, Zach?" "Follow that speedboat."

Zach looked around the cell. There was a barred window on one side, to the left, an old cot, and across from the window, the cell door. He walked over to the window and tried to see where he was. From what he could tell, he was up one story, so digging wasn't an option. He could see the water, and the city lit up on the other side. Zach looked back to the cell door. That light was still shining in his eyes, making it hard to concentrate. "Hm..." Zach felt the heavy stone walls for loose bricks. Nothing. "Well, this is a tough one..." Zach thought for a moment. "I wonder..." He felt his pockets, checking to see if he still had his radio. "Come on... come on... ... rats. Well..." Just then, he heard a familiar voice: Fifteen minutes to detonation.

"Time to get up, Zach... Come on now..." Zach slowly opened his eyes. He looked around: he was in some sort of cell. Looking through the bars, he saw a figure silhouetted by an intense light. "Richard Wallace, I presume?" "Dr. Wallace, to you. So... thought you could foil my plans, did you?" He snickered. "Ah.. so naive. You're out of your league, Zach." He stepped toward the bars. "After all, ALICE is perfect. It won't be long before the world is under my control." "You'll never win!" Zach yelled. "Bah. You act as though you'll be around to stop me. You see, this place has been rigged with enough explosives to level the island." Zach remained quiet. For several seconds, only the sound of the waves could be heard. Dr. Wallace seemed confused. "Aren't... aren't you going to ask me if I expect you to talk?" "No... I can't think of anything you'd need to know from me..." "What?! But... unable...error...missingno...function...No, Zach. I expect you to to die! Mwah ha ha..." "...What?" "And now, I bid you adieu." Dr. Wallace walked off. Zach sighed. "I guess I should get out of here..."

Zach walked up to the door and ringed the bell. "Dr. Wallace? I need to talk with you..." No answer. Zach started knocking. "Hello... Doctor?" He sighed. "This is Zach; come in, AnCharlene." "What's the hold up down there, Zach?" "I don't think he's home..." "Well keep...krrrrrtttzzz...until...krrrrrrrrvvvv...soon." "What? I'm having a hard time hearing you... must be some interfe-" And all went black.

"Okay guys; I've got it. Ready for extration," Audrey said over the radio. Audrey climbed up the ladder and back up into the helicopter. She stood up, triumphantly holding a phone book. "Way to go, Audrey," AnCharlene said. Zach opened up the book and studied it for several minutes. He looked out the copter door and pointed to a house near the coast. "Right there." AnCharlene took the controls and started towards their destination. "I'll take this one," said Zach. "Here you go, Zach," Alicia said, handing him a parachute. Zach hesitated. "You know, I think I'll take the ladder."

"Okay," Zach said. "let's do this." The A-Team Angels each drew a straw. "Alright, who's got the short one?" he asked. Everyone held the straws up side by side. "Aww..." said Audrey, meekly. "Are you sure we couldn't just land?" "Sorry Audrey," said Alicia. "Can't draw too much attention." "Fine..." she said, as she put on a parachute. "Best of luck, Audrey," said Zach. Audrey stepped over to the door of the helicopter. She took a deep breath and dove out over the bay. She started flipping over and spinning around. When she got close to the water, she deployed her parachute. She pulled forward and began soaring towards the bridge. She touched down on top of the south tower and floated down the cable, finally hitting the ground at the end. "I could've done that you know... show-offy gymnasts..."

AnCharlene was right. There were mor pressing matters at hand. "So... does anyone have any idea what we're going to do?" asked Zach. "Well, no," Alicia answered. "But this is important, right? We'll just have to make it up as we go." "Yeah... I guess so." Zach looked out of the helicopter. In the distance, he saw the Golden Gate bridge. "Umm... do any of you guys know where he lives?"