Dane was sitting in Drake's lap in the SUV trailing behind Caine's. He pulled her away from his soldiers and held her close. Deep down, she'd rather be in the other SUV. She would be stuck with Caine and Diana, but she wasn't with four boys who watched her every move. Drake's soldiers were smart enough not to openly watch her whenever Drake was around but she knew exactly what they were thinking.
The driver, especially, had no problem taking glances and risking a beating from Drake. Bryant was watching her from the rear-view mirror, a sly grin on his face. Dane pressed herself close to Drake's side, wondering how mad Drake would be if she just poofed into the other SUV or just poofed back home. She felt his arm wrap tightly around her and she felt slightly safer. But Bryant was still watching her.
She glanced out the window and saw a blur run up the street behind them. A split second later, the flash flew by the two SUVs and up to the power plant.
"Shit," Drake hissed. "Faster. Now."
Bryant looked up at him from the mirror. "I can't go any faster than the car in front of me."
Drake pulled herself forward so he was right next to Bryant. "Get this pile of metal to go faster before I toss you over the edge of this cliff."
Bryant tapped at the accelerator and Dane felt the bumper tap the back of the other SUV.
Drake reached for the walkie-talkie. "Did you guys see that?" he asked to Caine.
Dane heard a crackled version of Caine's voice. "Brianna. Either that or a tornado." It was a while before he talked again. "They may be ready when we get there."
Drake smiled. "Good. I'm in the mood for a fight."
Dane looked ahead and saw Brianna clutching the lock on the front gate, ripping at it, trying to get in before the SUVs hit her. The SUV in front slammed in its brakes and Bryant struggled to keep control of the SUV without crashing. She saw Caine jump out before Brianna blitzed over to a nearby hill. Then in an instant the SUV flipped up and flew towards Brianna. Dane cursed when it just missed the girl. The SUV stopped and Drake jumped out with Dane close behind.
Drake raced to Brianna, his whip hand lashing through the air. He lunged towards Brianna but she zipped past him, forcing Drake to run in circles, roaring at the air that once held Brianna.
"Knock it off, Drake," Caine snapped. He lifted the wrecked car and threw it through the locked gate, ripping an opening to the power plant. "Leave two guards in the guardhouse, Drake," he called over his shoulder. "Let's get this over with."
Dane followed Caine through the parking lot of the power plant. Drake walked next to Dane, so close that Dane felt her shoulder constantly brush his arm with every step. Glancing up, Dane noticed a body crouched in the entrance to the power plant.
She stood and watched as Caine manipulated the boy's words into walking right up to the door without the boy running away. "Stop, or I'll shoot!" the young boy cried.
Drake moved forward and stood next to Caine, pulling Dane behind him. "You better step off before I whip the skin off you," he threatened.
The silent night was interrupted as a line of bullets flew from the entrance and towards the trio. Caine dropped to the floor and Dane crouched next to him, pulling up a force field around them. Without flinching, Drake raised his pistol and fired with great precision, advancing with each shot fired. He broke to a run, still firing at the small body in the doorway. He quickly and calmly ejected the magazine and reloaded and fired again, sending the young boy running away, screaming for help.
Caine stood again, a clear look of shame on his face. Dane knew Caine was mad that Drake stepped up while Caine cowered behind a girl. But she didn't care; all she cared about now was following Drake through the door and into the power plant.
She flinched when she heard a loud bang and a flash from a gun and began running down the hall, trying to figure out exactly where Drake went. She found Drake standing over the boy, his leg obviously broken. She noticed a look of glee on Drake's face as he brought down his whip hand across Josh's arms. She heard him scream in agony.
"Leave him," Caine snapped. "Get to the control room."
She stood still as Drake turned and snarled at Caine, his cold eyes wild with fury. But he didn't defy Caine. Instead, he kicked the boy to the side, smiling at the sound of the boy's pain, and walked to the giant steel door that blocked Caine from his goal. Caine and Dane followed, then the two leftover soldiers and Diana and Jack bringing up the rear. "Door's locked," Drake said.
Caine came forward and tried the door himself, as if Drake had lied to him. "It won't be locked for long." Raising a chest, he slammed it into the locked door. The door remained unscathed. With a roar, Caine threw the chest into the wall again, but the door didn't budge.
Diana stepped forward. "Let's see what Jack can do."
"Show us what you got, Jack," Caine responded, waving Jack up to the door.
Dane watched as Jack struggled to push the door in and Caine's problem-solving by shoving wrenches into the ground for Jack to brace against. Jack continued to push at the door and Dane saw the door begin to give way.
"When it goes down, drop to the floor," Caine ordered Jack. "Someone might start shooting."
Jack slackened his effort.
"Don't slack off. We'll take care of whoever is on the other side," Drake warned. Dane could hear a low, mean laugh and she knew that he had a plan already laid out in his head on what he would do to whoever was on the other side.
The door finally gave way and Dane ducked from the wild fire of bullets that came out of the control room. Drake returned the favor with precise, rapid-fire shots.
Caine shoved the door inward and it skidded across the floor, knocking into a girl at the knees. She crumpled to the ground with a scream, but she continued to fire at them.
Drake strode over to the girl, his whip hand snapping the air. The girl aimed her gun right to Drake's chest. Dane leaped forward but the girl had pulled the trigger before Dane was anywhere near Drake.
The gun was empty. Dane sighed. Drake was pissed. His whip hand connected with the girl and a scream of pain erupted throughout the room.
"Stop!" Diana cried but Drake continued to whip the girl, who now lay in a ball, as if it would make him stop. Diana stormed forward and grabbed Drake's shoulder. "Enough, you sick piece of-"
Diana was cut off as Dane leaped forward, shoving her across the room. Diana lost her footing and fell to the ground. With a growl, Caine stepped forward and Dane tossed him to the side like he was a small toy. She sauntered over to Diana, who struggled to stand up. "Listen to me, bitch," Dane snapped. "Let Drake do his job, and you just sit there and look pretty for Caine."
"Why do you even like that sick animal anyways?" Diana spat. "Let me guess; he's good in bed?"
Something in Dane snapped. She latched onto Diana's throat and threw her into the wall. Before she could crack Diana's skull, she felt an invisible wall shove her across the room. Caine gave Dane a death glare just as Drake lunged towards Caine, knocking Caine to the ground.
"Keep your girlfriend out of my face!" Drake screamed as he towered over Caine, his whip hand waving high over his head, his cold eyes menacing.
Caine wasn't fazed. "I'll let you have your fun. We're not here for you. Get to work Jack."
Diana looked towards Jack. "He's hurt."
"What?" Caine demanded and he turned just as Jack's face smacked into the tile floors.
Caine turned to Dane, who stood in a far corner, leaning on the wall for support. "Heal him."
"Why the fuck would I listen to you?" Dane snapped.
"Because I'm in charge!" Caine screamed.
Drake advanced towards Caine but Dane stopped him with her hand. "Just don't," she sighed. She was tired of the fighting. She was exhausted from the movement. She just wanted to take Drake and go home and sleep. Dane knew that if she just listened to whatever Caine said, Caine could get what he wanted, no one could get hurt, and she could go home.
She walked over to where Jack lay and ripped the fabric on his trousers. Placing her hand on his leg, she felt a tingle move from her hand to his wound. After 10 minutes, the wound was mostly healed. She tried to finish it but Drake stopped her.
"Enough," he said as he knelt down next to her. "It's mostly healed. He can deal with it until you rest. You're exhausted."
Dane nodded and ripped of the ends of Jack's trousers. She wrapped it tightly around the wound to prevent excess bleeding if it ever occurred and keep away the outside elements so it wouldn't become infected. She didn't know exactly if she could heal infections and she didn't want to be in a position where she had to try on someone who could die if it didn't work.
She stood and stumbled, bracing herself against Drake's side. He led her to a wall and she slid to the ground, her head resting back against the wall.
Caine walked up to them. "Is he fine now?"
Dane nodded and closed her eyes. She heard Jack get up and Diana explain to him that it was just a grazed bullet.
"Snap out of it Jack," Caine said. "Get to work."
At that moment, Bryant and another soldier walked back into the room, dragging two boys with them, their hands tied behind their back.
"Yay," Diana smiled sarcastically. "Hostages."
"He just threw down his machine gun. Little wussy," Bryant smiled.
Drake walked up to them and grabbed the machine gun, a look of admiration on his face. "I like this," he smiled.
"Maybe you two should get a room," Diana said. "But I think you'd be cheating on Dane."
Dane gave Diana a death stare, daring Diana to say another word. Diana noticed and looked down.
"None of the freaks has the power enough to mess with me if I'm carrying one of these," Drake replied. The word 'freaks' hit Dane like a freight train again. He kept showing signs that he hated every freak in the FAYZ yet he loved her. Every time he said anything that was equal to hating freaks, it made Dane question whether he truly loved her or not. Surely he meant freaks except for her, right? She looked up at Drake, but he still didn't notice exactly what he said.
Jack was working on the ancient computer system and Dane slowly walked over to a chair next to him. She laid her head in the desk, watching as he flipped through a manual and punched in keystrokes. Caine continuously walked over and asked Jack how it was going. Finally, Jack snapped.
"How long, Jack?" Caine asked as he squeezed Jack's shoulder tightly.
"Hey, I'm hurt, all right? I got shot!"
Caine gave a shocked look to Jack and Dane's head shot up. She never saw Jack act anywhere near this and she had to admit it was amusing. Small, scrawny Jack standing up to Fearless Leader. A kid who barely used his power and didn't really know how to use it against a boy who used his insane power every chance he got.
Caine just turned his attention to Drake, who stood off to the side, his attention focused on the new gun he found. "Put the hostages in the corner," he ordered to Drake.
"Uh-huh," Drake answered, but he didn't move, he was still focused on the gun.
Caine strode up to Drake and smacked the barrel of the gun. "Hey. Take care of business. You better not be screwing around."
Drake glared at Caine but shoved the two hostages into a corner and grabbed a spool of small wire. He strode over to the doorway and searched for areas where he could tie the wire to. Dane instantly knew exactly what he was doing. It was simple. The Breeze zipping in plus a web of wires equals pieces of Brianna laying on the floor.
Diana walked over to where Dane and Jack sat and sat in a swivel chair. She stared into the monitors with a glazed look, thinking.
"What's Drake doing?" Jack whispered.
Diana smiled and turned to face Drake. "Hey. Jack wants to know what you're doing, Drake. Why don't you tell him?"
"Jack is supposed to be working," Caine interrupted. "He's busy."
Drake finished his work, chuckling to himself. "Slice and dice," he said. "Slice and dice." He called Bryant over to him. "Bring the shotgun," he called. "You see Taylor popping in here you shoot."
For once Dane saw Bryant's face go pale. "I have to shoot her?"
"No you don't have to," Drake replied. "Of course, if you don't shoot her? If you forget, or get distracted, or miss? I'll whip you till I see bone."
Bryant nodded.
"Good," Drake smiled.
Dane laid her head on the desk again, her eyes drooping. She needed to rest if she was going to be any help to Caine and his plan. But she didn't want to sleep and she didn't want to help Caine. She used to like Caine before the FAYZ but now, he was just a power hungry child. He didn't care about anyone else. He was willing to kill anyone to make sure that he had the power.
