Yay! People reviewed! Thanks so much : ) Well, here's the next chapter.

Natalie

Damn that was close. Too close. I should have known it was him, I mean, it's only been about 6 months. Oh well, atleast he doesn't know it's me or does he? Darn. They might be upset, but I had no other choice and I doubt another chance. Atleast I got the information. I knock on the door, too lazy to get out my keys. I know Melissa's in there anyway. I tap my foot on the floor as I wait then start humming. I love to sing and I love music, I can't sing though. It's not that I have a bad voice, it's wonderful actually, if I'm not being too boastful. It's the Order's fault. It's been proven in history that many secret codes have been passed from person to person through song and taking away music/ singing from the world has been another precaution the Order has taken. After a few seconds, the door opens.

"You'll never guess who I just met and what happened like an hour ago!" I say as I take the two steps neaded to enter the room. Ugh. It's those white walls again. Everything in here is black and white. It was cool at first, but all the colorlessness has really started to get to me. The Order can be so strict at times, as if havong a little color in the world would do any harm! Well, it's just the plain apartments that are like this. Public areas are perfectly fine and normal. I can atleast still choose my own clothes. The heater here is so warm that within seconds I'm already sweating. I tug one end of my scarf and yank the crochetted yarn off then toss it on the couch. Bad idea. I shouldn't have done that. Now my hair is all staticky. The couch is perfectly fine though.

"What?" Melissa asks with an excited tone. Well, I guess she would be. Our mission has been mad boring so far. Six months of living with a different identity, getting into hardly any fights, and absolutely no news for the goddess. It stinks. It really does. I pull my hair back, twist it, and keep it there with a clip before answering.

"I met-" I begin but am quickly interrupted cause apparently Melissa is a truthseer and never told me.

"Ethan and Dillon?"

"Yeah! How did you-"

"They're our new neighbors," she interrupts again holding a finger to her lips, "Quiet. You never know what they can hear,"

"Got it," I lower my voice. I know we're in the Order and all and our room isn't one of those being monitored but those listening devices are real sensitive and pick up almost every sound. They hear just as well as I do partly because I, and some people who specialize with machinery, built them. I guess it wouldn't be too bad if those devices picked up our words, but Lathenia wants our mission to be an absolute secret. We're the only two, and Lathenia, who know about it. Okay, maybe a few others too who are sorta helping out, but otherwise, it's a complete secret. Lathenia is so worried about any rebellion which, by the way, is our job: make sure no rebellion groups are forming and if there are, well, take them out. According to Melissa, it's an easy mission. I guess it's true, but it is so damn boring. There's the chance no rebellion may even form. We do get to hang out with the rest of the Order sometimes, though. But then, we're completely masked. Of course those other soldiers know our names, but not our exact identities. Lathenia wants even that to be kept a secret too.

"You're such a truthseer," I say. Melissa's always ahead of everyone and this is the only explanation I accept for this. The idea that she is 'smart' is too hard to comprehend. Not that she isn't smart. She's a genius! School wise and logically. But since she always is ahead of us, it's impossible for me to believe it's simply cause she's smart. If it was, then she'd be too smart.

"You know I'm no truthseer. If I was, I would tell you,"

"No you wouldn't,"

"Yes I would," she smiles and I can't tell whether she's joking or not. She's being awfully 'smart' right now. Confusing me and all. So I guess she's no truthseer. Most likely not even though it is still too hard for me to understand how she does it, being ahead and all.

"Did you get anything else?" I ask

"Their alias? Well, I think you know that already," there she goes again! Knowing everything without even having to ask

"How did you know?"

"Logic. And you have extrasense," we call it extrasense since extrasensory hearing has WAY too many syllables, "and it would have been easy for you to pick up their names,"

"Oh," it makes sense when she explains it. I've really got to start thinking things through and opening my mind to all the 'possibilities'

A knock at the door draws our attention.

"Who is it? Nobody usually visits us," Melissa asks suspiciously. She asks me because with extrasense, I should be able to identify the guest. We would use that peep-hole thing in the door, but the Order has taken those out of all doors. Perhaps when they invade someone's home or something, they don't want them to know who it is so they can't run away.

"I can't tell..." I say as I strain my ears checking the person's breathing. Exactly seven seconds pass between each breath this person makes- pretty calm in my opinion, "I think it's okay," I go to the wooden door and grasp the brass handle. It's cold. I twist it after using my other hand to turn the lock and pull it open.

"Nat! Mel!" A girl screams

"Zoe!!" we hug and Melissa comes over to hug the visitor as well, "It's been, like, forever!"

"I know!" she says pulling off her gloves, scarf, and hat getting accustomed to the heat. We lead her to the chairs and we take a seat. Zoe's been with the rest of the Order while me and Mel have been here. Once in a while she visits with news from the Order. She ruffles her hat hair before she speaks.

"So," she says suddenly serious. It's always business reasons for her visits. It can't be for anything else otherwise we'd get into trouble, "find out anything yet?" she eyes the room as if someone were spying on us.

"Yes, actually we did," Mel comes over and offers us each a drink. Chocolate for me, coffee for Zoe, and tea for her. She knows exactly what we like and how to make it since her powers are touch and animation. We give Zoe the overview of what we've learned which is basically everything since we've only met the guys today. We speak in our little code. Since me and Mel attend the college nearby we act as if Aaron and Andrew are new students at the school and substitue all the other details. The interpretation is not exact, but it says the basic point.

"Oh this is great! Mother will be so totally pleased," Zoe says referring to Lathenia, "I've gotta go, appointment I can't be late for!" she grabs her winter accesories from the seat beside her and hastily puts them on. She's never allowed to stay long and always has to make up some excuse to leave. Mel goes over to open the door while I follow and Zoe exits. She leans on the door as she closes it and stays there for a while. I can't help but wonder why.

"Is there someone else coming?" wondering if maybe she felt someone coming towards our door

"No," she says immediately and gets off the door. She picks up a book on the couch and makes for her room for some privacy. I shrug off the feeling that something is bothering Melissa and go to my own room. I log onto the computer and check my mail. Nothing. There hardly is any anyways since every letter, e-mail, and package is inspected and no one in the world could possibliy be comfortable with this. I used to stay online for hours at a time, but now... I sigh as I flop myself onto the bed. The Guard is still active, so what does that mean for the Order? They wouldn't be able to defeat us though. As I lie down, I drift slowly into slumber. However, one minute before complete rest, I hear voices. Our neighbor's voices to be exact. I'd be asleep by now if my extrasense was off, but no. I forgot. Sometimes it's so hard to switch off your powers. Bits of their conversation flow into my ears, "underground...when...6...half...long...no...yes...can't be..." if only these walls weren't so thick! I press my ear against the white wall. "...dangerous...spies...undercover..." I groan aloud. No one can hear me anyways unless they have extrasense. I go into Mel's room not bothering to knock.

"How many people are in there?" I ask seeing as her palm is already on the wall opposite our new neighbor's. She holds up three fingers. So they've got one visitor. Isabel? I think, but no. I heard three male voices in that room. Melissa straightens herself.

"The person left. What did you hear?" I repeat the few words I heard and Melissa tries to put them together in an attempt to reconstrcut their plan, "Maybe they plan on being here for 6 months, half a year. I don't think they'd be staying underground for that long espescially after coming here. So maybe there is some sort of hideout for them underground. They could be shocked by the length of their mission and maybe they've been warned about the dangers: the spies...there's not much of a plan in there though."

"True...we should keep our eyes and ears open for any of their visitors," I say

"Yeah," Melissa agrees. I leave her room to go to my own seeing it's late night already and, unfortunately, we've got school tomorrow. The real downside of our being undercover.