Well here's the long awaited. Wait actually it didn't take me that long to write and I don't know if anyone was awaiting it, because no-ones reviewing :( Please please review my chapters when you read them even if you think they're terrible!

One of the major positives about having Sydney with us now was the extra car. No more riding in the cramped trunk of a car. I was shocked and impressed to find that she'd somehow managed to negotiate it so that the Red Hurricane, the car I'd purchased while in Russia that she'd ended up keeping, was in the US. Actually I was impressed it was still running as when I'd first seen it I'd thought it was a piece of junk. It had served us well and almost made me slightly nostalgic. It wasn't really nostalgia for that time as that was when Dimitri had been Strigoi. I did however miss Russia. While I'd been there I'd caught a glimpse of a different life.

The extra car also raised problems though. Now we had to decide who was going to travel with who. I could Sydney wanted to limit contact with all of us to a minimum. The alchemists were all very religious and believed that all vampires - whether Moroi, Dhampir or Strigoi- were evil and I knew Sydney wouldn't enjoy playing chauffeur for us. I tried to use this to my favor, I needed to talk to Sydney and find out more about the records she'd implied the alchemists had on every Moroi.

My suggestion that Sydney and I go in the Red Hurricane while everyone else remain in the other car didn't go down very well with both Dimitri and Adrian immediately proposing they be with me in the Hurricane. While I kind of agree that it's fairer to have a half of us in each car I also need to talk to Sydney. I can't bring myself to reject another of Adrian's suggestions and so concede that maybe he could come with us.

Dimitri refuses to give up though and uses the excuse that he promised Lissa to stay with me and make sure I was okay. Looking at him I know he is lying but admitting to myself that he had a reason to lie, was hard enough let alone telling anyone else. Rebelling against my common sense and pain I feet slightly happy that he still cared.

The final arrangements much to my dismay were Sydney, Me, Adrian and Dimitri and in the Hurricane with Christian, Tasha and Viktoria following in the car we'd stolen from court.

As soon as the sun rose we set off again. Tasha and Christian, in the guardians car, were shielded from the sunlight by the tinted windows, unlike Adrians who without the tint in the windows is becoming tired very quickly. All of the Moroi are also weakened due to not having had blood. I remember back when Lissa and I had runaway from the academy, we'd tried to do feeedings every two days. Occasionally something would happen to render this impossible meaning she'd go three days without any blood. This would always leave her exceptionally weak. The Moroi with me were now approaching the three day mark, Christian and Tasha had also both done some major magic yesterday ad Adrian was sitting in the sun. We needed to find some feeders soon. Very soon,

I'm not sure how it was in the car Tasha was driving but the car I was in was in dead silence. I'd been in a car alone with each of these people before and even though it was sometimes quiet it was never this bad. With the old Dimitri there would have been eastern-european music playing that I would have teased him shamelessly about and asked him to change. Adrian on the other hand had never had any music playing but there was always a lot of banter and flirting which made the drive fun. Sydney had never been for music or joking but I had learned quickly last year that she loved to talk about her interest in ancient Architecture. This was ridiculous and was driving me almost as insane as the prison cell had.

Sydney was a harsh driver as I'd learnt travelling across Russia with her. She didn't stop for food or toilet breaks until absolutely necessary, Without blood as long as Moroi still had food they would be alright for a bit longer this is how I eventually convince Sydney to stop at a roadside cafe.

We went inside, took a table and ordered our lunch. I ordered a strawberry glazed donut, a cheeseburger with fries and a taco. I was suprised to find all this on the menu and even though I know it's an odd combination I was starving so it really didn't matter. Christian looked almost as bad as the time we'd been trapped in the basement of a Strigoi lair in Spokane. While this was kind of worrying I still need to talk to Sydney so push this thought to the back of my mind.

When the food arrived I demolished mine in what must have been record time while I watched Sydney take about two bites of her foccacia, put it down and then excuse herself to use the ladies room. I followed her lead excusing myself and following her realising that I may not get another chance to talk to her.

As I quietly pushed the door of the ladies toilets open, the soft strains of a voice I recognised reached me follwed by the hollow tinny sound of a voice yelling over the phone. I hold the door open making sure it's never more than an inch but always enough to make out at least one half of the conversation.

"No sir she doesn't know. Yes sir I will. I'll make sure of it." Sydney said. All I could think is who doesn't know what? My Rose logic informed me that the 'she' was more than likely to be me. Sigh,

"I'm sure she hasn't got the files sir. Her direction is wrong as she's following a lead from a different source. She claims to have a different aim than the one we suspect." Sydney goes on and I'm sure se doesn't know I'm file. This rings a bell. Not to long ago, just before I was imprisoned, my father Abe had organised for me and Sydney to talk via webcam so she could ask me whether or not I'd stolen the very Alchemist files I was now trying to discover the content of. Now it was starting to make sense.

"Yes sir. Won't be long now sir."

The reply that come was yelled so loud even I could hear and understand what it said.

"Be sure it's not." Then there was a dial tone and I knew whoever Sydney was talking to is gone.

This is when I choose to push through the door fully and say "Hey Sydney what you up to?"

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