Number Nine
The elevator door slides open, reveling two people. How did they find us so quickly?, I think. Standing in front of me is an illusion of Eight, most likely orchestrated by Setrakus Ra himself, and some girl I don't think I know.
"Woah! You can put the gun down man, it's me." The Eight look-alike says. I glare at him. I don't believe a word from his mouth. The girl looks over at him an rolls her eyes.
"I told you," she says. I point the gun barrel back and forth between the two of them.
"Told him what?" I question the girl.
"Oh, you know, that you would think he is Setrakus Ra." She responds.
"What would make you think that?" I ask, obvious at what she will say.
"Well, for one, you haven't put down that gun since we've been here. And by the way, you going to invite us in or what? I don't know about you, but I don't enjoy cleaing up dead bodies." She jokes. She is already skipping to the part where she will kill me, or so she thinks. I don't even really need the gun, so I put it down.
"I'll humor you," I say, motioning for them to come in. They do. "Lets say you are the real Eight, which you're not, since I saw him die in Florida, but I humoring you, so, tell me Eight, something that no one one but the Loric Gardes would know." That should keep him busy while he thinks up something that would be completely untrue.
"That you're an asshole?" The girl interjects. I ignore her, and it seems to just fuel the fire even more. "Your place is nice, Nine. When did you get it remodeled? It was beautiful before. Though, I still like this new theme you took on. Gives you a look of destruction." I stand still, and try to tune her out.
"What's the problem, Nine? Cat got your tongue? Let me help you with that," I feel a force moving my mouth, willing me to speak. I try to fight it but fail, and I end up looking like a fool, saying random sentences that don't make sense. The girl just laughs.
"I haven't had this much fun since I made that guard Mog stab himself with his own sword!"
"Cut it out, Two." Eight says.
"Huph. You're no fun, you party pooper." The girl replies. She pouts, and then her frown returns to a grin and she laughs again. I'm just about to kill them both when the Eight look-alike begins to speak again. He tells me about the last night on Lorien. Even though I vaguely remember it, our stories match up. There is no way any Mog could possibly know that story. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to tell from memory like that. And I know, that it truly is Eight.
Number Two
"Damn! It really is you Eight! How the hell are you alive?" Nine asks, question after question. I hold back a fit of laughter. I have to say, he's kind of cute when he's confused. A girl walks in, sees us, sees Eight, and takes a step backward.
"Real me." Eight says to her. She looks over at Nine, who nods his head as if to confirm that it really is him, and then she runs up to Eight and embraces him in a huge hug.
"Oh my god!" she says, well actually she whispers it into Eight's ear. She releases him from the hug and looks at him.
"How...?" She questions.
"He was just getting to that part." Nine says. And then he adds, "And don't forget to tell us who the hell this chick is." He points at me. Eight tells them all about me saving him with my Gremlan and how I used telepathy to find them. The girl introduces herself as Marina, Number Seven.
"I'm Nine." Nine says to me, "But you already knew that so I don't know why I'm telling you..."
I meet Six as well. They tell us they had been here no more than a half hour when we arrived. They came to get what was left, the chests, some tablet, and they wanted to make sure that they hadn't suffered any casualties on the human part of their 'team'. After we had packed anything useful, we congregated in what was left of the living room. I sensed people even before the elevator showed that it was headed to this floor.
"We have company." I tell the others. They look up to see that the elevator had already past the halfway point and would be arriving very soon. I try to read the minds of who ever is on the elevator, but something is blocking me.
"Who is it?" Six asks me, knowing full well of my telepathic abilities.
"I don't know. I can't get a reading on them." I say.
Nine steps in front of the doors, a machine gun in hand. It begins to open. I am finally able to read their minds, and I know who they are.
"NO! STOP!" I yell a warning to Nine. But it's too late. I can't stop the trigger from being pulled. The doors slide completely open.
"Die mother fuckers!" Nine yells as he releases a round of bullets into the elevator.
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