"What the heck! How did I get here?" Ivar asked, looking around the dead street. He had no idea on how he got there and was beginning to think his electrokinesis quirk pulled him out until he saw November and Macey whom he recognized as the girls from the club. 

"We'll be needing your help." November took slow casual strides and stood in front of his confused bully, towering over the boy's 5'9 with just two inches. 

"Wait, aren't you two those girls from the club?" Ivar narrowed his eyes as he stared at November's taper fade. "So you had a wig on earlier? You're a guy?" He blinked in unbelief as his gaze lowered to November's masculine tight and he scoffed with his hand against his mouth. "You've got to be shitting me. And Chase couldn't stop talking about how sexy you looked the whole time."

Macey scoffed while November just rolled his eyes.

"Listen, Ivar. I'll be needing your help with this guy over here." He pointed at an asleep Charlie Wang-Holder who was still tied to the chair, his head hanging on his chest.

Ivar's pupils dilated in awe. He couldn't decipher if it had to do with the guy on the chair or his name from the familiar voice he just heard.

"How did you know my name? Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Oh, cut us some slack, Ivar Johansson. We just need your help and then you can go back to exchanging bacteria with the oral cavities of those club bimbos!" Macey fired, coming to stand beside November.

"You've got a pottymouth, have you not?" Ivar snickered for a second, and then let all seriousness capture his face. "Who are you guys and why do you have that guy tied over there?" He pointed at Charlie Wang-Holder before folding his arms. Then he exhibited his electrokinesis quirk through his body in order to scare them, but they remained unfazed.

"My little sister just got kidnapped by this guy's grandmother and I need him up and active to give me some information about her. But he's drunk and with the help of your quirk, we can revive him," November explained, hoping Ivar would be cooperative. He hated the fact that he needed his bully's powers for help. Ivar and Chase made life for him at school hell.

"And why should I help you?" Ivar asked, walking around him and Macey with a side smirk.

"Because you should." November gave him this firm reply, holding the slimeball's gaze, "it has to do with the life of a four-year-old. My sister. You would ask for help too, having been in my shoes."

"I don't have a sister." Ivar retorted.

"Just stop being a pussy and help when it's required of you. Not as if there's anything good about you. You're shitty with a rotten personality, pick on weaker vessel kids because you lack empathy." Macey insulted Ivar, brewing with rage because she was getting fed up with his behavior. November held her hand to make her refrain from throwing more insults at Ivar, who had his jaw clenched from being demeaned by a girl. But he sort of admired her guts because no girl had talked to him that way. No doubt these unknown weirdos knew him. 

"Fine, I'll help on one condition." Ivar gave in.

"Shoot." Macey raised her chin defiantly and stared at him, making him chuckle in return.

"Tell me who you are." He inquired with a grin.

"Render your help first." November gritted out. Of course, he wouldn't let Ivar know who they were. Macey needed to chill out, or else Ivar Johansson would figure out their identity.

"Fine," Ivar answered after a few moments of silence, his gaze lingered a bit too much on Macey who glared daggers at his head. They walked down to where Charlie Wang-Holder was tied.

"How do you want it?" He asked Macey, after getting a grip of Charlie Wang-Holder's shoulder.

"Just a mild electrocute charge to clear the alcohol off his eyes," November replied and Ivar nodded.

"Here we go," he began and November and Macey watched as his eyes took the exact form of thunder, awakening an electric charge and stirring up a gust of wind that circled just him and Charlie Wang-Holder.

Charlie Wang-Holder woke up through a cough in three rows and a loud agonized scream left his mouth when his eyes opened.

November, not wanting the attention of people on this side, sped towards Charlie Wang-Holder's side, and shoved his blonde wig into the guy's mouth, making his screams go all muffled.

Ivar looked at him in wonder but he didn't stop shocking Charlie Wang-Holder whose hair was a burnt heap of standing mess above his head, giving him the appearance of a rat because of his smoke-blackened face.

"I think his eyes are drunken-free," Ivar observed him and then stopped.

Charlie Wang-Holder struggled to untie himself from the ropes, but he could not. He looked at them with wide fearful eyes.

"Sorry, buddy," Macey took the wig off his mouth and when he broke out into a scream, she stuffed it back.

He jiggled with the chair and tried to free his hands that were tied to his back. He wondered what offense he committed to be kidnapped and tortured. The last thing he could remember was getting legless at the club.

November squatted in front of Charlie Wang-Holder.

"I'll take the wig off your mouth if you're gonna be cooperative. You just need to provide the required information and then we'll release you. Nod if you agree and shake your head if you disapprove of it."

Charlie Wang-Holder nodded flippantly.

"Tis' about Mrs. Thompson, your nana. She kidnapped my sister." November said with a sigh as he took the wig off Charlie Wang-Holder's mouth.

And Charlie Wang-Holder's eyes rose in their sockets. He coughed and sneezed because Macey shoved the wig way too deep in his throat earlier.

"Do you know your nana is a kidnapper?" Macey asked with a stern look, while Ivar just smirked because he was beginning to admire this girl more than normal. Despite the disguise of the heavy mask of makeup she had on.

"Speak!" November fulminated. He was already losing his patience.

"I'm sorry, I cannot tell you." Charlie Wang-Holder choked out, eyes widened in fear.

"It's obvious he and his Nana does human trafficking for a living," Macey muttered and then startled the boys by throwing a punch on Charlie Wang-Holder's face.

"Speak or I will knock your teeth off!" She yelled into his face, looking murderous.

Ivar pulled her backward with the smirk on his face never wearing off, "he needs more electric charge in his body. Perhaps if I transfer it to his brain and some parts are fried, he'd speak." 

"No, no. Please!" Charlie Wang-Holder implored, vibrating with his body doing a little fright-dance.

"You're speaking or not?" November was trying to keep his anger in check because somehow he feared if he let loose, there'd be a disastrous incident he could not afford. 

Charlie Wang-Holder gulped and Ivar held his head this time, "for the last time where is this douchebag's sister?" 

"Penny MacFarlane!" He blurted out.

"Who is Penny MacFarlane?" November narrowed his eyes.

"Penny MacFarlane goes under the disguise of Mrs. Thompson. She's a thirty-three-year-old Turkish child trafficker." Charlie Wang-Holder spoke and informed them.

Both November and Macey exchanged a puzzled look.

"Wait a minute, there's no Mrs. Thompson?" November asked, moving closer to where Ivar still had his hand on Charlie Wang-Holder's head. 

They were fooled this whole time?

"No. It's Penelope. She disguises herself as this friendly nice old lass. Just to kidnap kids and sell them off to some Arabs for a fat wad of cash." Charlie Wang-Holder explained and then he stared at Ivar above his head, scared the boy was going to electrocute his body again.

"How long has she been doing this?" Macey asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"I don't know. She moved into town a year ago, met me at the club, and told me she had a deal for me."

"Which was?"

"To be her fake grandson, so she could portray herself as this nice old woman, who would be accommodating so she could kidnap and sell off kids."

"How many kids have you guys kidnapped?" November asked. His heart was sick over the kids who were separated from their parents and sold off like Rams. But rescuing his sister was more important at the moment.

"Seven, within the space of a year. She always gave me a thirty percent profit share."

"God good. You deserve to rot in jail for the rest of your life!" Macey exclaimed while Charlie Wang-Holder bit down on his bottom lip in shame.

"It's been nine hours since she kidnapped my sister, I want to know where Mrs…" November paused to correct himself, "this Penny MacFarlane took her."

"Place is dangerous. You guys cannot go there. The most notorious and bloody men carry out illegal activities there. Gambling, drugs, human trafficking." Charlie Wang-Holder stated matter of factly.

"Say it!" November yelled in his face, and this triggered a force from him to rip Charlie Wang-Holder's shirt.

"Holy shit!" Ivar exclaimed in amazement, taking his hand off Charlie Wang-Holder's head.

"Black market, 30th to Fall Creek, near United Northeast." He provided. "It's a six-hour's drive from here and the Arabs show up by 4 AM to take the kids. Now can you please untie me?"

November shook his head and slipped out Charlie Wang-Holder's phone from his pocket. November raised the phone up to Charlie's face as an ID to unlock the screen.

"What do you intend to do." The quiver in his voice gave out how perturbed he was, as he looked at November.

"I'm gonna call Penelope and you'll speak to her."

"Why? 

"For confirmation,"

"But I just told you everything you needed to know."

"And you expect us to trust you?" Macey queried.

They spent the next few minutes listening to Charlie Wang-Holder's phone conversation with the impersonator and child-trafficker, Penelope MacFarlane, and figured Stacey was fine but under a sleeping doze.

"I need to go." November handed the phone to Macey as he panted and puffed out in exasperation. 

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Macey almost bawled as he attempted to take off.

"No, you've done more than enough. I need you to be safe, the place's dangerous." November disapproved, snapping his head back to face her.

"I don't care. We started this whole Stacey-search thing together.." Macey stubbornly persisted, walking toward him.

"Stacey? Wait a minute I know someone who has a sister like that. Four-year-old whom he carries on his shoulders each time he goes to the grocery store." It was Ivar.

"It's 1 AM, and it'd take six hours before you get there and by that time, your sister would be sold off, November." Charlie Wang-Holder finally called his name and it hit Ivar hard that it was November he had been helping all this while.

"I'm coming with you!" Macey began.

"No. I do not want to endanger your life. Stacey's my younger sister, I'll face whatever obstacle is in the day, I do not want you involved else your dad would get enraged." November's legs were vibrating already, shaking his whole body because he was warming up for his run.

"Wait a minute, Sheriff Brightside wouldn't arrest me, would he?" Charlie Wang-Holder asked in fear.

"Of course, my dad will." Macey cast him a shoulder glance.

"You're Macey Brightside? The weird eleven grader?!" Ivar clamored. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"November!" Macey cried out when the boy tapped into his energy force and disappeared into the speed of the night, leaving her hair a flying mess for the second time within four hours.

"Stay safe, Mace!" His voice echoed from afar and he applied his newly discovered extra-dimensional energy source to run 30 miles per second.

"Woah!" Both Ivar and Charlie Wang-Holder chorused in astoundment.