A/N: This is a continuation of The Rise of Nine. Read if you love Four/Six. Best. Couple. EVER. Anyway, contains spoilers for The Rise of Nine and The Lost Files #4: The Search for Sam. Might not be able to understand at first if you don't read The Search for Sam, but should be able to piece it together soon.
Disclaimer: I am not Pittacus Lore (Or Jobie Hughes or James Frey), nor will I ever be, despite how much I wish so...
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Marina, with her Legacy allowing her to see in the dark, led the way out of the government base, Dulce, the rest of The Garde and Sarah following behind, with John shining his Lumen ahead to light up the way at times. Ella was right behind Marina, clinging to her like a burr, as she had since Crayton died.
She was followed closely by Four, Six and Sarah. Nine and Eight brought up the rear. On the way out of Dulce, they ran into a group of government agents and Mogadorians who seemed to be 'escorting' a prisoner and The Garde could hear the scrape of something against the floor as the agents dragged the prisoner roughly towards their destination.
They could also see a trail of blood leading from a different wing of the government base to the center of the crowd of agents and Mogadorians. The Garde could feel the fury rising up in them as the processed the scene before them.
United, as one, without any discussion beforehand, they charged forward, taking the Mogadorians and the agents by surprise. The agents immediately sprang forward, exposing the prisoner for the first time. He was collapsed on the floor, obviously unconscious, blood dripping from several deep gashes. Numerous slashes across the victim's body were gushing scarlet, pooling on the floor. Surprisingly, it actually looked like the wounds were caused by some cave-in, not torture devices.
Even though the Garde didn't know the injured prisoner, he looked like a normal human.
Ella turned to Marina.
"Marina?" She called, tugging on Seven's sleeve.
"I read his mind, the captured guy has memories of One! Good ones! And his most recent memory is of this middle aged guy wearing thick specs with him, rescuing another prisoner who apparently is the guy's son. From here!"
Four narrowed his eyes. "Ella, describe the boy."
"He has messy sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. He was also kinda gangly. Average height and he was wearing a black NASA T-shirt."
Sarah, Six and Four gasp.
"Sam. We have to save that captive!"
Four, empowered by the thought of getting information on Sam, aimed his Lumen at his feet and immediately turned into a blinding, burning Loric bonfire. He charged forward. Time to find Sam. If rescuing this guy can help me find my best friend, try to stop me from helping!
Pure determination and impulse blended together into a deadly combination. Four raced ahead, burning through all that stood between him and knowing his best friend's whereabouts while Six's gray eyes glinted.
She raised her arms above her head and almost immediately, lightning tore through the roof of the underground government base, striking Mogadorians and government agents alike. Soon there were smoldering piles of ash covering the floor, scattering in the wind brought by the storm conjured by Six.
John was still charging through the Mogadorians, putting in deliberate effort to kill the Mogadorians rather than the agents. Every Mogadorian he charged through or threw a fireball at incinerated on the spot. The rest of The Garde stood back, not understanding anything that was happening.
The government agents, realizing they were fighting a pointless battle, as well as terrified by the two Lorics, driven by loyalty, quickly dispersed and retreated. However, the Mogadorians were relentless, but even they could not stand against the might of the two Loric teens.
Unknown to most, Four was quite weak, compared to the rest of the Garde, but being the most emotional and loyal of the Garde had its advantages. If you threatened Four's friends or anything remotely related to what he cared about, there would be hell to pay. A few minutes later, all that was left of the enemy were piles of sodden ash, blown and dissolved by the wind and rain from Six's dying storm.
The captive looked like he was on the verge of death.
"Marina!" John shouted frantically. Seven raced over, placing her hands on his numerous wounds. One by one, they started healing.
Slowly, the unknown person sat up, rubbing his temples. "What's happening?" He asked woozily. "We rescued you from the Mogs. First off, you have to explain who you are. Why do you have memories of Number One and how do you know Sam and his dad?"
Then Nine tensed. "Guys, I hear reinforcements coming. We've got to go. Get the guy to explain later."
Four pulled the boy up and slung his arm around his shoulder. "Come on, we've got to move. We'll explain everything later. You've got your story to tell as well."