That night at dinner, Will had something for the players. He revealed a stack of journals.

"Players, these are your personal journals. You will note that they are numbered. This information may be useful on future quizzes." He paused to pass out the journals to them all, numbered one through nine. "These can be used to write down your notes and observations, your top suspects, and those you least suspect. In short, they can be used to keep everything you know about the identity of the mole. You are excused for the night. I'll see you down here for breakfast in the morning.

The players all broke and went to their respective rooms, all of them intent on taking down their notes and keeping track of their suspects.

Somewhere, the mole was writing in their own journal.

Success in eliminating Rachel first. I earned twenty-five grand today. Job well done. Though I have not yet begun to play. There are people here I'll admit, I will be sad to see go. But I can't go soft for that reason. The stakes are high and it's time to set my sights on my next victim. Certain people need to stay in the game for now. Sabotage tomorrow.

-The Mole

The next morning saw the players back at the dining table with Will once again sitting at the head.

"Good morning players," Will greeted them all

"Good morning," they replied.

"I'm guessing many of you stayed up writing in your journals last night?" There were several nods around the table. "Do you all have them with you?" Again nods around the table. "Good, very preparatory." He sipped his glass of orange juice. "So Mercedes, who is your number one suspect?"

The girl set her glass of water back on the table. "Honestly, I don't have a definate suspect yet. It's really too early in the game to tell. But I really don't think it's Blaine. He's too genuine."

"But Blaine apparently had trouble reading the map on the gondola ride the night he and Kurt broke curfew and lost us five thousand dollars," Santana pointed out. "And he's supposedly fluent in Italian."

"He also got us to the train station without getting lost yesterday though," Finn said.

Santana raised her eyebrow. "Yeah, after the time limit was up," she agreed.

Sam spoke up then. "If I remember right though, Blaine was all for trying to get to the train station within the new time limit. Puck talked him out of it."

Santana had nothing to say about that. Sam had a point. Just about everyone was capable of having been involved in molish activity. It was clearly up in the air. She sighed heavily. "Well, I still don't think it's Kurt. He's always been so driven to get an exemption. The mole wouldn't need an exemption. They guarantee themselves to make it to the end of the game."

"At the same time though," Blaine spoke up, "That could be his tactic to throw everyone off his trail. That said, I still don't think it's Kurt."

Everyone is deliciously confused, thought the mole as they settled in to finish their breakfast.

"Okay, now that we're fed and watered," Will said," I want you guys to nominate two people who are physically fit."

That didn't take much decision.

"Puck and Santana," Quinn said. The others all nodded.

"Okay, Puck and Santana come with me. The rest of you stay put until I get back." Will lead Puck and Santana out of the hotel, where a car with two bicycles strapped to the back was waiting. "This car is going to take you to the base of a mountain. It is a thirty mile climb to the summit. Your task is to get there before the others. If you can do that, you will both receive an exemption from tonight's execution. The only thing is, you have to get there on these bikes."

"We can do that," Puck said. Santana nodded.

"Good luck," Will said, watching the two of them climb into the car. The moment the car drove off, he returned to the dining room. "Okay, now I need two people who just want to relax and five people who like board games."

The group all conversed among themselves for a moment.

"Okay, so who are my two people who just want to relax?" Quinn and Brittany raised their hands. "So Quinn and Brittany will just stay with me the whole day. The rest of you decide on a leader between you."

There was another short discussion.

"I'll be leader," Kurt said.

"Okay, if you will all follow me." He lead them all out front to where two cars were waiting. "Now, Puck and Santana have been sent off with bikes to pedal up to the summit of a mountain. You five need to beat them there. The way you are going to do that is by taking the skyline cable car to the top. The catch is that a chess champion has your tickets. To earn them, you have to beat him at a game of chess. Kurt, as the leader, every final move will be decided by you. The rest of you are free to make suggestions but the final move must be made by Kurt. If you can make it to the summit before Puck and Santana, you will warn twenty thousand dollars for the pot. This car will take you to your chess game. Best get going. Puck and Santana may already be on their way up the mountain."

They wasted no time piling into the awaiting car, all eager to get to the chess game. None had any idea how far along Puck and Santana were already. They had that much of a head start.

Just have to stall long enough for the other team to beat us, the mole thought, whichever path they were taking to get there.

Will turned to Brittany and Quinn. He opened the door to the third car, offering the two of them to get in first. "As for us, well, we're going directly up to the summit to wait for the others." Quinn looked pleased as the car drove off, headed for the summit.

Meanwhile, Puck and Santana had started on their bike climb. Santana was clearly the faster pedaler. She glanced back at Puck.

"What's the matter mohawk, never pedaled a bike up a hill before?"

Puck glared at her. "Biking is not part of my training regimen Lopez! Lay off!" He huffed, trying to increase his speed.

"Oh right, I forgot! The only training you ever do is hanging cheerleaders!" She sped up, laughing. But Puck had a retort for her.

"You weren't complaining when that cheerleader was you!"

""That was a long time ago Puckerman! Before I came out of the closet!" That shut him up and effectively ended their banter as the two of them continued to pedal up the mountain. They had no idea how the others were supposed to get to the summit but they both wanted the exemptions.

The other five; Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, Sam, and Finn had arrived at the location of the chess match to be faced with a ground sized chess board and well known chess champion Artie Abrams. They were already deep in a match and it became clear that Kurt was not all that good at chess.

"I told you to move the knight Kurt!" Sam shouted as Artie swiped the rook Kurt had just moved. "Now he's got you in check!"

Kurt threw him a bitch glare and Sam, Mercedes, and Finn starting shouting all at once, confusing him. Kurt's hands flew up to his perfectly coifed hair. He tugged at it in frustration.

"Maybe choosing him to be the leader was a bad idea," Finn whispered to Sam.

"None of us one we would be playing chess," Sam retorted as he watched Kurt pondering his next move.

"The mole did," Finn pointed out. "The mole knows all."

"The mole may not even be on our team though," Mercedes pointed out.

"She has a point," Blaine said. "The mole could be Brittany," he added and others all gave him a look.

"No offense but I don't think Brittany is smart enough to be the mole," Finn said.

"Maybe not," Blaie replied. "But have you realized she's gotten out of both today's and yesterday's challenges? The mole could do that with confidence because they are guaranteed to pass the quiz. On the other hand, if she's not the mole, than she's going to do pretty poorly on the quiz tonight."

They were quiet for a moment.

"This is so confusing!" Finn finally cried. No one argued with him.

"Checkmate!" They all turned to see that Artie had won the game, causing them to groan as Kurt and Artie's helper moved to reset the board.

"Thanks for the help guys!" Kurt shouted sarcastically, alerting the others to the fact that they hadn't been paying attention to the game. They all decided to drop the conversation and stay focused on the task at hand.

And somewhere in someone's ear, the words "code green" passed through an earpiece and the mole knew what to do next.

"How far have we gone?" Puck huffed as he pushed harder, feeling the burn in his legs from all the uphill pedaling.

"I don't know," Santana replied. "But I think we're more than halfway."

"Good. Can we stop and walk a bit? My legs are killing me!"

Santana threw him a look. "Are you kidding me?! First of all, we were told we have to make the whole climb on the bikes. Secondly, if we started walking now, it would slow us down and the others might beat us. I don't know about you Puckerman, but I really want that exemption."

"But I her the others are banking money if they beat us. I don't know about you but after the measly banking of fifteen thousand dollars yesterday, I kind of would much rather have that money than an exemption. I mean, if we get the exemptions, whatever money is at stake could go to the mole."

Santana pedaled harder, not bothering to look back at him even once as she replied. "The only reason you have to turn down the exemption is the fact that maybe you don't need one because you're the mole!" she retorted.

Puck scoffed. "If I were the mole, why would I be so concerned with putting money in the group pot?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe to throw me off?" The sarcasm dripped off her words like venom and once again, the two of them lapsed into silence and pedaled onward.

Back at the chess game, things were going a little better for the second game. Kurt was listening to their suggestions more and the five of them were now starting to give Artie a challenge.

"That's it Kurt!" Blaine encouraged as Kurt swapped his knight for Artie's pawn. Artie took several moments to calculate his next move and when he did, Blaine saw it. "Kurt take his queen with your bishop! That will do it!" Kurt looked at the move and saw what Blaine was getting at. He moved the bishop and swapped it for Artie's queen.

"Checkmate!" Kurt said firmly as he settled the bishop in the square.

"Well done," Artie replied after a moment. The five of them broke out in cheers. Artie pulled five cable car tickets from the bag hanging on the back of his wheelchair and handed them to Kurt.

The moment the tickets were in Kurt's hand the five off them were off and running to the skyline cable car. Blaine instinctively slipped a hand into Kurt's as they ran. Kurt just smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

"Go, go, go!" Finn shouted as they reached the skyline cable car and handed over their tickets to board. The climb would only take a matter of minutes. Kurt leaned against the railing inside the cable car and Blaine stood beside him. The two of them were still holding hands.

"You okay Kurt?" Blaine asked quietly. Kurt smiled and nodded. "Sorry we lost focus in the first game. We were having another mole discussion."

"It's okay, I was frustrated with them and myself, not you."

Blaine looked at him curiously. "Why not me?"

Kurt locked his beautiful glasz eyes on Blaine's hazel ones. "I could never be frustrated with you," he replied quietly. "One look in your gorgeous hazel eyes and I melt into mush." It took him a moment to realize what he had said and they both blushed deeply. "I really like you Blaine."

"I really like you too Kurt," Blaine replied in a near whisper. And if you don't stop being so adorable, you're gonna make it near impossible for me to even consider suspecting you anymore. Sorry beautiful, but right now, you're my number one suspect, he added in his head. Blaine didn't like suspecting Kurt but because everyone else seemed to think there was no chance that Kurt was the mole, he figured someone ought to suspect him. Though he had to admit, oddly enough, Brittany was his number two suspect. And he was well aware that Santana suspected him if what she had been on about was any indication.

Kurt opened his mouth to reply when the cable car reached the summit and the five of them climbed off. Will was waiting for them, Quinn and Brittany at his sides.

"Congratulations guys!" Will said. "You made it! Well done but I'm afraid you're just a little too late." The five of them groaned. "Santana, Puck!" The two of them came out from behind a helicopter. "Sorry guys but Santana and Puck got here first and they have a bit of news to share with you all. Santana, Puck, you want to tell them?"

"Will told us if we beat you guys here, we would both earn exemptions from tonight's execution," Santana explained. The group all groaned again.

Job well done, thought the mole. Twenty thousand dollars more added to my bank.

"A toast to all of you and to whomever may be leaving us tonight," Will said that night at the execution dinner. He raised his wine glass, as did the nine players all seated at the table. "Santana and Puck, you both have exemptions. Therefore you cannot be executed tonight."

One by one, the players were called out to take the quiz, ten questions about the mole.

Question one: What role did the mole play in the final destination game?

Question two: Did the mole ask locals for directions during the final destination game?

Question three: What number is the mole's journal?

Question four: Who was seated to the mole's immediate left during tonight's execution dinner?

Question five: Did the mole leave clues during the final destination game?

Question six: Which group was the mole in during the race to the summit game?

Question seven: How many games of chess did the mole play during the race to the summit game?

Question eight: Did the mole earn an exemption in the race to the summit game?

Question nine: What color are the mole's eyes?

Question ten: Who is the mole?

As soon as all players had taken the quiz, results were tallied and ready to go.

The players filed into the courtyard of the hotel and took their seats. Their bags were all packed and neatly lined up and ready to go. Will sat at a table with a laptop in front of him. The TV screen with the mole thumbprint logo stood behind him.

"Good evening. Welcome to your second execution. The person who scored the lowest on the quiz will be executed. In the event of a tie, the person who answered the questions the slowest will be executed. In a moment, I will begin entering your names into the computer. If the screen turns green, you remain in the game. However, if the screen turns red, you are the mole's second victim. You will have to take your bag and leave the game immediately. Santana, Puck, you both earned exemptions and cannot be executed tonight. Let's begin. Kurt, we'll start with you, seeing as you were exempt last time."

Kurt nodded and waited in tense silence as Will typed his name into the computer. Blaine took hold of his hand and squeezed it. Kurt gave him a gentle smile. There were the few tense moments and then the screen flashed green. Kurt let out a breath of relief and Blaine squeezed his hand again.

"Sam."

Will typed his name into the computer and hit enter as the blonde man bit his lip. The screen flashed green and Sam visibly relaxed.

"Quinn."

The blonde girl stiffened slightly as Will typed in her name and hit the enter key. Again there was tension in the air as everyone waited to find out her results. Once more the screen flashed green. Quinn was safe.

"Blaine."

Kurt's hand tightened on Blaine's ten fold as Will typed his name into the computer. Kurt realized that he would be heartbroken if Blaine were to go home. As they waited for Blaine's results, Kurt realized he was gripping Blaine's hand so tightly, his knuckles were turning white. The screen flashed green and Kurt was so relieved he felt like he could kiss Blaine. To his surprise, Blaine pecked him on the cheek.

"Brittany."

The girl clapped giddily and a few of the others gave her strange looks. Will typed her name into the computer and hit enter. They all waited. And waited. And waited.

The screen flashed red.

"Brittany, grab your bag and come with me," Will said, getting up from his seat. Brittany picked up her bag and followed him. Santana looked positively heartbroken about her departure. "It's been great having you here Brittany. You'll be missed."

"I guess Lord Tubbington didn't have the right answers after all," the blonde girl said. "I hope the dolphins choose each other and be sure Santana gets my phone number," she added, smiling brightly at him.

Will gave her a funny look as he opened the car door for her. "Good-bye Brittany," he said and she waved as the car drove off.

Another one bites the dust, thought the mole. I have only just begun to play.