Hey this is John's POV. Thanks for the review! You guys should read . . 's stories. They're awesome.

Oh yeah, I will try to write some Nix...I'll make them get together later.

I see Sarah, Sam, and MalcoLm. Adam and I take out the chests and pop them into the trunk of the car.

"Oh, John!"Sarah says in relief.
She hurls herself into my arms and I catch her, a crazy smile on my face.
"I love you,"she says.
"So, so, so, much."I reply, grinning.
Adam and Malcolm greet each other. Sam grins and thanks Adam.

"Ok, hate to break up the lovefest, but-we gotta go!"Sam says, jerking his thumb to the car. We climb in. "Where to?"Sarah asks, gunning it.
"Washington D.C."Adam says. I cast him a side-long look. Mogs would reside in D.C?
"Its where they live,"he says. I nod. "D.C. it is."
Adam hesitates. "We've gotta destroy the vat-born. They train underground in the city. If we destroy them and the scientists, the army will be much smaller."

Sarah drives. She's an excellent driver, of course. Our passports in hand, we wait at the check-point.
I wear Malcolm's thick-rimmed glasses, trying to seem unlike a wanted terrorist.
The check-point officer peaks in, asks us a few questions, and then we're off.
I squeeze my eyes shut. "Should I...look? Who died?"
I think about the dream. Sam and Six last ones alive...

Sam gulps. Malcolm nods slightly. "Its time to know. Don't keep it from yourself."
I pull up my jeans and look. One. Two. Three.

Then my newest scar. EIGHT.
My eyes start to leak. Eight. The goofy guy who always made jokes and made us laugh. He's dead now.

"Its Eight,"I whisper. Sam stares at me in surprise. Out of all of the Loric guys, Eight welcomed Sam the most. Malcolm looks away. "Oh,"Sarah says. Adam looks apologetic and guilty. "I'm sorry,"he says. I nod, brushing away the apologies. Apologies won't bring my friend back. I wonder how Marina is taking it. Her and Eight were close. I feel especially bad for her because she watched him die.

I sigh. What kind of leader am I? Getting one Loric killed and another captured.
"John, you did your best,"Malcolm says firmly.
"Yeah, well, he died. That's the best. You know, in the end, only Sam and Six will be alive."I say bitterly.
Sarah slams the pedal down and stops the car. Everyone turns to look at me.
"What?"Sam exclaims in shock. I meet their gazes. "Well, uh. The dream Ella pulled me in to. Six and Sam were the last of the Loric resistance."I say.
Sam gapes. "What?"
"Its a lie. Just like Eight was supposed to die at Dulce."I say quickly.
Our spirits have dampened even more as we remember.
"Eight cheated death at Dulce with Marina's help. He paid for it."Sam says darkly.
I shake my head. "No. That dream isn't real because Ella would never be the heir of Setrakus and she would never command the Mogs to kill you guys."I say.
Their glances aren't reassuring. "I don't know...Ella is..."
I throw my hands up. "Guys! How could you turn away from Ella like this? We're going to get her back. If we don't, Marina will kill us."
I didn't know how literally that would mean until later.

We arrive at D.C. and check into a run-down motel.
"Do you think we could ever turn the government to our side?"Sam asks.
Adam snorts. "Man, how would we? We're just a couple of teenagers and one adult in their eyes. Not only did we lose half of the group, we've also got a wanted terrorist here."
Sam sighs in defeat. "Yeah, ok. You're right."
Adam nods. "Ok, so we're going to need to find the others. Then we'll trash those vat-born."I say.

Sarah's eyes widen. "What if Setrakus forces Ella to use her telepathy to find them? Or us?"
I bite a curse back.
"How the hell will we even find them?"Sam asks.

I sigh. "We need some sleep for now. We should figure it out later."
"Could we write something online? We could put something like, 'Eagle Goode at 983-654-1963'. We could just write my dad's number."Sam says.
I say thoughtfully, "Yeah, I know, but the problem is what if the Mogs track us through that? I mean, throughout my life, internet messages have been a big no-no. How many Lorics have died through it?"I counter.

Malcolm nods. "It could work. No one knows Eagle Goode besides Six."I say.
"Just...do it."Sarah says tiredly. "We have to find them anyway. Setrakus is probably so busy looking through Ella's mind, he won't try to find us."
"How about just leave it at Eagle G.?"Adam suggests.
"I know how the searchers work. They look for last names that could have to do with the Loric. Like Hart. Or Smith. Or Goode. Even the numbers tip them off."Adam says.

Malcolm breathes a huge sigh.
"Ok. Eagle G."
Sam quickly types up something on the comment area about the explosion at John Hancock center.

EAGLE G: Eagle G. At 983-654-1963.

"Should I type in something like 'Maren Elizabeth, there was a horrible disaster at John Hancock. This is so devastating.' Make it seem innocent?"

Malcolm nods. "Yes. Good."
He quickly adds this to the comment.
then he sends it. Everyone lets out a breath we didn't know we were holding.

"Let's go to sleep. I'll take first watch,"I volunteer. No one argues.

I sit in the motel room, staring out the window.

"Hey, John,"a voice says softly. I hear footsteps padding behind me. Sarah smiles at me. She's wearing a simple tanktop and PJ bottoms.

"Go to sleep, Sarah. I'm fine."

She rolls her eyes, hands on hips. "Uh-huh. Sure. I see how tired you are."

I sigh, running a had through my dirty hair. "Yeah. You're right." She laughs and sits down next to me, hugging my torso. "Oh, I know. I'm always right."
I raise an eyebrow at her. "A little full of yourself, huh? Have you been hanging around Nine too much?"

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and grins. Then it fades. She looks sad. "I'm sorry about Eight."

I grip the windowsill. "We all are,"I reply.

Sarah sighs. "John, I know you feel terrible and that Eight's death is your fault, but seriously, it's not. It's Five's. He killed Eight. He got Eight killed." she says. I shake my head quickly. "No! It's all me! I should have known that Five's weird behavior was all because of him being a traitor. I mean, what about burning the fields? Or never seeing a Mog before? That was obviously crap I should have seen and realized!"I say, frustrated.

"Hey, don't blame yourself. We all should have realized. Just because you're a leader doesn't mean you can't make mistakes. And this one's not on you. Don't beat up yourself. We're a team. Teams work together. Go to sleep, John. I'm watching."she says.

I start to protest, but Sarah lies my head in her lap and starts to sing. I fall asleep very quickly, thinking about how much of a fail I am.