Chapter five.

Getting ready.

Number Eight.

Wednesday

It feels so good to be home again. Uncle Mike and Sara came to the hospital to pick me up, and we just arrived back home. We walked into the kitchen where maps and blueprints were laid out on tables and countertops.

Uncle mike walked me through the plan to break into company headquarters, he explained how this thing called 'Scylla' is the Company's little black book.

But when the day to go after the Company finally came, so did the fights.

"Sara you need to stay," my uncle stated firmly.

"Why?" she snapped back.

"Because," he began quietly. "I love you more than anything, and I can't stand to lose you."

Sara walked up to him, placed her arms around his neck and said "You won't," before kissing him.

So I left the two alone and walked passed the next room where my dad, Sophia and Sucre sat talking, but Sophia and Sucre looked like they were trying to persuade dad to do something. This is one of those situations where I hate my stupid curiosity.

So, needing to know what they're talking about, I snuck into the room and hide behind the desk that was near the door. I still couldn't hear so when Sophia looked away, I crawled under the bed.

"Look Linc," Sucre said seriously. "I know how much you love L.J. but you can't do this."

"I have to, I'm not putting his life on the line again, I've done that too many times before."

"Lincoln," Sophia joined in, "What would Michael say about this?"

"Why does everyone think everything has to be 'approved' by Michael? Who made him in charge of everything?"

"Linc, we just wanna make sure you know what you're doing. I mean, do you know what could happen if you work for them?"

My eyes widened, 'work for them?', they don't mean The Company do they?

"Right now, I don't really have a choice. Either I work for the General, or they kill L.J. I'm not gonna let that happen, I can't."

"You need to think about what you're doing. If we don't get Scylla then the Company will take over. No one'll be safe". Sucre stated.

My heart began to race and my breathing became heavy. I'm pretty certain they could hear me, 'cause no one made a sound and I could hear footsteps coming near me.

Next thing I knew Sucre was on the floor with a gun pointed at me. He sighed and put the gun down.

"What are you doing under a bed?"

He held his hand out, I took it and he helped me out.

"I wanted to know what you guys were talking about." I blushed, theres no point in trying to lie.

"How much'd you hear?" Dad asked.

"Enough," I replied. Sophia and Sucre looked at each other before turning back to me.

"L.J. you have to learn to mind your own business." Dad said, I knew he really didn't want me to hear what they were saying or he never would've said that. "This isn't about you."

"Really? Cause I heard my name a lot." I shot back. "How could you even think about working for them?"

Dad sighed in annoyance, and when I turned around I figured out why. Uncle mike stood there, in the doorway, and you could tell he knew what we were talking about.

"You guys just don't understand," Dad said quietly, he then pushed Michael out of the doorway and left the four of us standing in the room, confused.

After an uncomfortable silence, Sucre said, "Well I think we should get ready. We leave tonight, and there's still a lot to do."

Uncle Mike nodded and left the room, with Sophia and Sucre following behind.

I was about to follow when something caught my eye.

Sophia turned to me when she was half way out the door and said: "L.J. you coming?"

"Ya I'll be right there," I replied, never taking my eyes off the piece of paper.

She nodded and left the room.

I picked up the paper and underneath was two pictures of me. Whats going on? I thought.

The first picture was me at the grocery store, just before I bumped into Robyn. The next was me after I was shot, surrounded by blood.

The note was in neat cursive writing, it said:

Unless you want this to happen again, I think you should really consider all of your options.

'He's not actually thinking of joining them is he?'

My uncles head popped into the room.

"Were about to leave, you ready?"

I nodded, and followed my uncle to the front door.

'Here we go.'