*I own nothing except the plot in my story

POV-Marina

My first thought, "Holy cuss that's a lot of mogs!" And I was right; there were more mogs then at the battle back in Spain. I saw what was left of the convoy in a defensive circle in the center of the sea of mogs. Thousands of soldiers, hundreds of Piken and Krauls, hundreds of tanks. Even a few massive beasts that were at least 50 feet tall and looked like massive alien monkeys.

"Time to start this party" said says. She seems to be the only one who isn't demoralized about being hopelessly out numbered. She already is making a storm and striking down mogs with her lightning. Crayton gives Ella a few guns and a few grenades and daggers to each of us.

Just as we were about to charge, I saw a small spec few out over the battlefield towards us. As it got closer I realized that it was a person, Number Eight. He landed near us and shouted over the noise, "fancy meeting you here, and please find some cover. Please be back in thirty seconds." And with that he flew off over the battlefield, wherever he flew all the mogs turned to ash. Within seconds there were mountains of ash.

"Whatever he's going to do, we probably should find some cover," Crayton said to us. I realized then that we were all staring at Eight in utter amazement.

We all ran back to the road and took cover in the ditch. Just a few seconds after we were all in the ditch, a massive explosion made the ground shake. We all carefully looked up and saw smoke rising few the direction of the battlefield. Needing no words we all walked back to the smoking battlefield.

Eight was there waiting for us in the middle of a group of the surviving soldiers and trucks. "Ah, nice to finally meet you Six, marina, Ella, and Crayton.

"How do you us?" Six asked defensively.

"Legacy of future sign. I also have the legacy of flight, kill without touching, and of course telekinesis. I already know what your legacies are or are not".

"If you have those legacies then you should certainly be able to fight well. Please come with us to find Number Four. He is in America under the name John Smith. We are currently arranged to meet him in the U.S. in about a week.

"Legacy of future sight dude, I know all this. I also know that he will not be there when we go to find him. The person with the address, I don't know his name, was captured in their attack on the mog base and Four was forced to leave without him. Four was also very badly wounded in their attack."

"What!?" shrieked Six. "There I no way that John would ever leave Sam behind! John is one of the most loyal people I know, he could never do that. Where is he? Is he going to try to save Sam? Is Sam being tortured? What is happening?!"

I'm shocked; Six is always the calm, levelheaded one. From the looks on Crayton's and Ella's faces I'm not the only one who is surprised. Why would she be so scared and nervous looking? She has to be exhausted and tired but it looked that didn't matter to her now. She was trembling with fear and anxiety about Four and whoever was left behind. Why would she freak out like this unless…

"Relax," Eight said in a calming voice. "Four was injured, but was healed. Then he ran headfirst into a force field. He was sick for a couple of days, but is now getting stronger. He is currently in a abandoned house a couple of miles for the mog base with Number Nine, who was rescued in the attack. Sam was and is currently being tortured, but only to motivated Four into coming back to save him. More importantly, Four and Nine are planning on attacking Setrakus Ra when he leaves the base to come to kill us here."

"Also, Setrakus Ra offered Four a choice, come to die and he will let all the numbers live, or for us all to be killed. Four was going to go, but Nine talked him out of it." Eight finished.

Six visibly relaxed as she heard that John was safe. Then she asked, "Will they survive the attack?"

"They are planning on crashing Setrakus's ship when he tries to leave. Their attack will not work. Setrakus will sense them hiding in the bushes and attack them. We can communicate with them, to tell them to stop. I think that Marina has a communicator in her chest. We can contact them with that.

I open my chest and look around. "Which is the communicator?" I ask Eight.

"Unless I am much mistake, that pulsing red crystal is it. I'm pretty sure, but you don't know until you try" Eight smiled tauntingly.

"I'll give it a try," I say snatching the red crystal out of the chest and stomping away. Dang eight is annoying, I think.

I run far enough away that Eight can't hear me and sit down on a rock. I tap the crystal on the rock and say "hello?" while feeling extremely stupid. I'm just about to walk back to the group when I hear a male voice say "Hello, Hello? Who is this?"

"You first" I say

"This is John Smith, Number Four, Who are you?" he asks.

"How can prove that?"

"If Number Six is with you, can I talk to her? She knows me. Either that or I can tell you something that only a Garde would know." he says.

"One second" I ran back to the group and heard the give the crystal to six. I mouth, "It's Four". She takes the crystal and ran off to where I was sitting and starts talking. While I'm watching I can see that she starts to cry.

"Who was that?" Crayton asked.

"It's John Smith, Number four. I asked for him to prove it was him and he asked to talk to Six, if she was here. I guess now we can arrange to meet up some where."

Six came back after about ten minutes, her eyes red from crying. "We're going to the U.S. to meet up with him. We didn't arrange a location to meet up because he was under attack from the mogs. He just said 'get here as soon as possible'". She looks so bad that no one asked any questions. We just got into one of the convoy trucks, and headed back to the city. We stopped at a motel for the night so we could fly the the U.S. early in the morning.

Nobody said anything until we were in the motel room for the night and Crayton said" We'll sleep in shifts for tonight, any volunteers?"

"I'll go first" Six said immediately. She looked like she needed some time to cry in peace. I guess the others thought the same thing because no body challenged her. She immediately sat down on the chair by the window, and stared out the window.

I laid down on the bed, and after a few minutes of I fell into an uneasy sleep.