How'd you like the first two chapters? Sorry if they're a little short, nothing really happens in the first few chapters. It's about to get interesting though. Anyway, read on to see what happens!

After we finish dispatching the Mogs, we hijack one of their trucks. The car that John and Nine took here was blown up by helicopters, so this was the best option. Even so, it's not safe. The government could easily recognize one of their own vehicles and pull us over. We stop at a paint shop, give the truck a new paint job, and steal a license plate. It didn't work the first time John, Sam, and I tried it, but there's always a first for everything.

Sam. As we drive along, I think about him. The last time I saw him was when we went separate ways. I headed for Spain and he went with John to the Mogs' hideout. Since John is obviously off-limits now, I've started thinking about him. I'm kind of angry we didn't spend more time at the government base to search for him. Sarah said he was thrown in a cell with her once. I'm not giving up. John feels the same way because Sam is his friend. We'll find you, Sam Goode, I think. We'll find you.

We drive for a few days. We make it to Iowa at midday of the third day we've been driving, and surprisingly no cops have pulled us over and asked for identification. We stop at a McDonald's to get some lunch. John sees something's bothering me. He comes over and we grab our own table, while Nine and Marina sit together. Bernie Kosar is an insect and he twitches in John's pocket. Although he was injured, he's healing nicely.

"So what's up, Six?" John asks casually.

"I've been thinking about Sam lately," I say. John nods his head.

"Yeah, me too," he replies. "When I was staying with Nine I had a dream about Sam. Setrakus Ra was standing by him and they were pumping some sort of liquid into him. Setrakus Ra was torturing him and he said that if I didn't come for him, he would kill him."

"You didn't tell me about this earlier?" I ask incredulously.

"Hey, there was no time. Nine and I got here and we were thrust into action right away," he says.

"John, we have to save Sam," I plead. John looks grim.

"Right now, we don't even know where he is," he says. "Setrakus Ra might be tricking me. Who knows, maybe he already killed him," his voice trails off. My temper flares.

"Don't say that!" I yell, and everyone in the restaurant stares at me. I quiet down. "Sam is alive. I know that. If he was dead I would have been able to feel it."

"I get it, Six," he says. "I want to find him just as badly as you do. But we have to be realistic. Right now our priority is reuniting with Eight's group and finding Five. Maybe after we do that, we can find Sam."

"How could you even say that?" I hiss. "A few weeks ago, our priority was finding Sam's stuff, and you had to go on a love trip with your GIRLFRIEND. And look where that got us!" He looks shocked. He looks down for a minute. Finally he lifts his head.

"I-I'm sorry. Maybe it's just been spending these past few days with Nine. Nine's priority is to eliminate the Mogadorians and settle Lorien again. Maybe some of that just rubbed off on me," he says softly. My anger fades.

"I understand," I say.

"We'll get him back," he says. "Even if it's the last thing I do, we'll get him back."

I stand up and hug him. He hugs me back, but he quickly lets go.

"Six, I've been thinking," he begins. "You know, since we found Sarah, it'd kinda be turning my back on her again to do what we did before…"

"I know," I cut him off. "I understand. I was never meant to be your love anyway. When I was spending time with Sarah in the cell, she told me that she truly believes you're the only one for her. And that is what I can't mess with."

"I'm glad you understand." He gives me a small smile. "But I have to break it to her eventually. The guilt will be overwhelming."

"Talk to her once we meet up again," I suggest. "The earlier you get it off your chest, the better. And trust me, John. She won't hate you for it. And I won't hate you either for leaving me. That's why I have Sam." I wink at him. He smiles.

"We could be like brother and sister," he suggests. "And I could give you advice about that dork," he adds jokingly. I punch him in the arm. The rest of the group is done with their food and so are we, so we go dump our trays. We're about to walk out the door, but… it's blown off its hinges.

The explosion throws all of us back. I see a small round object sail into the McDonald's, and I know it's a grenade.

"Down!" Nine shouts. Not that he needed to tell us that. I instinctively scramble away from the grenade and it explodes. In such a small area, it blows half the roof off. And there's something else too- they're not using smoke bombs anymore. I guess Setrakus Ra told the FBI the "Wanted Alive" label wasn't necessary from now on.

After the smoke clears, a small FBI unit of about 15 people storms in carrying Mog lasers and riot shields. The other people in the restaurant start panicking. One of the FBI agents holds up a megaphone and starts telling the "innocents" to get out of the restaurant. Behind the squad, another truck pulls in with more agents and Mogs.

Nine jumps into action and the rest of us follow. I go invisible, dodge lasers, and knock out a few of them with a brutal sweeping kick. Nine, Marina, and John follow too with their own tricks. Soon we have the entire force knocked out. Nine is breathing heavily. He turns to us.

"So what's the plan now?" he asks casually, as if nothing just happened.

"That was a scouting group," John says. "There'll be more agents and Mogs coming. We better get out of here fast."

"How?" Marina responds. "If we take one of their vehicles they'll recognize it and hunt us down."

"We'll take them anyway," I interrupt. "I have a plan."