"Close enough, but it's Raphael." Denella corrected.

"Whatever, who even cares? I found out that he's the one who made the phone call. I think he's working with Celcus and maybe there's a chance of him being the guy we're after." Brandon said as he hurried to the TV and turned the volume up so they could listen.

"No! He's on our side. They're the good guys, like us." Denella exclaimed.

"I don't think you understand what's going on here, Denella. That Raphael guy is the one who called Celcus. And now--"

"You're the one who doesn't understand!" Denella rudely interrupted. "I don't know what exactly he's trying to do, but I know for a fact that he's trying to help. He's not working with Celcus."

"Are you sure?" He asked as if were expecting a 'no'.

"Yes, and I think that I should go there. What if Celcus tries to do something?"

"He won't, they're in public." He said.

"No, something's wrong. I just . . . I just have this feeling that he's going to something. Even if Raphael did call, why would Celcus agree to meet there, especially since there are so many people?"

"Fine . . ." A smile appeared on Denella's face, "But, I'm coming with you."

Elmer's Supermarket, Belle City, 12:04p.m

The wind still continued to squeeze its way through the crowded mob of people, even though it was packed. Everyone stood there confused.

Brandon parked three blocks away from the supermarket since it was all blocked. Denella got out of the car as police started to get there.

"Denella, wait! You can't go out there. Everyone will see you." Brandon warned her.

But Denella continued to go, ignoring what Brandon had said. Not knowing what to do, he ran behind her. They pushed their way past the curious citizens of Belle City and rushed to where Raphael and Henry were.

"Denella, what are you doing? You shouldn't be here!" Raphael shouted over all of the commotion.

"Oh, there our little R.O.S.S. agent is," Celcus started, "I knew you would come. Well, this has been a lovely time, but I have to get going now. I just don't have any time to spare. Speaking of time, the clock is ticking." he said as an evil-like grin appeared on his face. The helicopter took off leaving them all standing there, but the crowd and the cameramen were still there.

"He's gone. We have to follow him." Raphael hollered.

"No, something's not right," Denella begun, "Why would Celcus agree to meet in a public place where it's so busy and then, all of a sudden, leave? That was almost way to easy. It just doesn't add up . . ." Something was wrong. She could feel it. And what did Celcus even mean? " 'Speaking of time, the clock is ticking.' " She whispered. What clock? " '. . . The clock is ticking.' "




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