I put up the wrong chapter 5 previously, if you didn't read the change- read it please? Sorry about that! No wonder xxthetruthmasterxx was confused! Thanks for messaging me Emix! Sorry 'bout all that!

Melissa

"Ooh, your own mission for the Guard? Mother'll be pleased," Natalie says shuffling through the file given to me, "hmm," disappointed, "This is a lot like ours. Nothing exciting. It seems the only missions given nowadays are to observe. We don't even have to travel in the past anymore- just on rare occasions,"

"Yeah, one crappy job," I agree. We round the corner and the apartment building comes into sight. She hands me back the folder (a purple one now so in case they saw her reading it they wouldn't think it's the file).

"I can hear them," she states, "…waiting for you…they need your help,"

"Really?"

"Yep,"

I wave goodbye and go up the stairs ahead of her so she can stall and listen to the conversation on her own so I don't have to repeat it. I walk past them casually as if not expecting them.

"Meredith," the two practically whisper. I look around nervously then follow them as they lead me into their apartment. I emit jumbled thoughts of confusion and doubt about the mission, what a typical person would be thinking while I hide my true thoughts behind the mess. Ethan hands me an address and Dillon gives me a short article ripped from this morning's news.

"Do you think you can get us in there?" Ethan questions me. I cross my legs on the couch and lean forward to read. The convention, I see. They want to get with the government officials.

"Umm…" I stutter, "I could try…but why would they let someone like me in?"

"We were thinking," Dillon begins sitting next to me, "since Nicole is going into journalism, she could pull some strings as a college student soon- to be- a- journalist or pose as a journalist with us along by her side to get in,"

I tuck my hair behind my right ear only to have it cover my face again. "I could try, I guess," I reply unsurely

"Try? We need you to be positive you could get us in," Ethan sits across me in the large armchair, "The gathering is tomorrow. We'll have to look for an alternative as soon as possible is you can't get us in,"

"I'll ask Nicole and get back to you at exactly 10,"

"Subtly ask," Ethan adds while Dillon asks

"Isn't 10 early? People are still awake by then,"

I shake my head, "You forgot about curfew: no one is out by 10 and all lights off by 1:30,"

"Hm. Okay," they agree and I exit immediately, feeling Dillon's stare on me and my face heating up. Natalie arrives just atop the stairs, mail in one hand. She grins nodding her head.

"Piece of cake," she says as we shut the door to our own apartment.

Natalie

A couple of phone calls and we've got a reservation for the party. Melissa sits beside me listening intently as I hang up. I find her blue eyes close up staring right at me. So far, this is as exciting as our mission has gotten.

"Got it?" her question has a tone of excitement in it

"Got it,"

"Yes!" she says a fist in the air. Glancing at the clock ticking ever so softly on the wall, she holds up her index finger, "I'll be back in a minute," and rushes out the door closing it with a slam. I can hear her knock on our neighbor's door, their conversation rushed whispers. She returns exactly as she says, in one minute.

"Now all that's left to do is buy a dress," I state smirking

"A dress?" she questions

"Hello- rich government guys with their equally rich hot sons!"

She rolls her eyes in reply, "All that's left to do- for real- is tell mother and make sure spies are attending as well,"

"And that," I mutter counting the money I currently have in my wallet, "You're going to need a slinky new dress too- have you noticed Dillon's infatuation for you?"

Deciding to ignore the question, she gets Zoe, our mediator to the Order, on the phone. I don't bother listening, knowing exactly what the conversation will be about: what she told me we had to do earlier. She hangs up, her phone snapping to close.

"We'll be meeting Zoe and Stephen when we arrive and we have to be careful to make sure Dillon and Ethan don't see us with them. Heron will be attending as well, but he won't make any contact with us unless Dillon and Ethan, who he'll befriend, introduce us to him. Got that?"

"Mhm," I mumble, "What about that terrorist/ revolt attack thingy?"

"Oh that- if there is an attack, we remain neutral in the whole fight. Anyways, if there is a revolt- I doubt the Guard will be included- they're trying to stay low until they learn more- and the security can take out any protestor easily,"

She retreats to her room once I reply I've got it all down and I go on to mine. Lying on the bed in my pajamas, I can't help but overhear a conversation going on next door. Rolling off the bed, I kneel on the floor with my ear against it straining to hear the soft whispers. Adjusting my hearing, I finally have them clearly audible.

"It's dangerous- getting involved with a person, especially one you've just met, like that," an unrecognizable man states. His voice is soft and though young, sounds very mature in a way. I hear him walking around the room, other people's feet shuffling, and shifting in seats.

"But-" Dillon is about to retort an answer

"Dillon, listen to him," A girl backs up the man. I hear someone, presumably her, rise from their chair and walk over to stand by the man.

"They don't seem bad though, if they were- my instinct would go ballistic with their presence," Ethan claims. Yeah right, I scoff. Ethan's instinct skills need a check-up.

"At least be careful around them," the girl pleads, "We trust her too- I mean, we let her in on the secret, but just be careful," she repeats

The group remains silent. What's wrong with them? Talk already! I need to hear more. Just as I think this, I hear the anonymous man there practically jolt as he says, "Shhhh!" Aw shit. It better not be because of me that's got him all frightened. I was blocking my thoughts right? I mean, I know I blocked the ones about Ethan needing a checkup- but the ones after that- I'm not so sure. With a whooshing sound, the two visitors leave the room and I can hear Dillon and Ethan try their best to not make a sound. After a few minutes, one whispers.

"What was that all about?"

"Arkarian reckons someone was listening to our conversation,"

Arkarian! So he is the famous blue-haired Guard member! He was in there? Damn. They should have brought Melissa in there. Then again, they were talking about her. They continue.

"Who would be listening to us?" Dillon questions

"I don't know, maybe Meredith came over to tell us something more and Arkarian took on the initiative to leave?"

"Don't bring her up again," Dillon groans, "And if she came, she would've knocked on the door or something,"

"Or not…" Ethan's voice drifts off

"Don't tell me you're taking their side on this!"

"No- I'm not," Ethan responds defensively, "If I was, trust me, I would tell you and we would cut off all communication with them,"

Dillon scoffs a response then relaxes, "Ok, sure, and for them, I guess I won't get to close to her,"

"Good idea, Dillon. And we've got other things to focus on so now let's get to work and find out exactly who is invited to this party,"

For the rest of the night, they work on making a list of all government officials, their backgrounds, and everyone else who will be attending. I yawn out of boredom- I already know the whole list and going back to lie on my bed, I catch up on sleep.

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