A/N: Hey there guys! Back to the grind of posting these chapters again! I eked out some time from my schedule to write this over the past few days, and it wasn't easy, but totally worth it. Sorry for the late update, I'm gonna use the school excuse again. :P Hope you guys are enjoying the series, though I kind of rushed that last chapter. Moving on, this chapter will take place after the Garde's meeting with each other, and now they must decide: Will they take action?

John

After a half hour long debate, we've finally discussed and weighed all our options. Although there were differing opinions on what we should do, we all agree that we should go talk to the UN and head to Canada-British Columbia to be exact-, then go from there. Six thinks we should capture the rogue Mogs, then let the government do what they want with them. Sam backs her up, and adds that we should round up the human Garde not attending the academy as well. Marina disagrees, thinking we should have some input from Adam before deciding the fate of one of his last living relatives. Ella occasionally reminds us to stay focused on what's in front of us, but also gives her own opinion, stating that we need to take matters in our own hands, forget about the government and what they want. Do what we think we should do.

As for me, I'm leaning towards executing them. While Adam gave up his freedom to stay with them, to unite them, his efforts weren't enough to keep them from turning on him. They deserve everything that's about to come to them, I tell myself. We certainly can't stick them in a cell; even if their Augmentations are weakened, not many prisons would hold them for long. There's just the problem about Adam's sister. If we kill her without Adam knowing, would that break him? Ultimately, I decide to leave that decision for later, time is ticking.

I clear my throat to adjourn the meeting, then begin to review the preliminary plan we decided on. Me, Ella, and Marina will fly out to British Columbia and search the area, with the public lending us a hand. Meanwhile, Six and Sam will head out to the UN headquarters in New York City to give them the rundown of what's happening in the world, from the Augmented Mogs, to the Garde that continue to elude us, and of course, the increasing concern of the Mogadorian sludge found. According to Agent Walker, while they did manage to track down all the MogPro who were in possession of the substance, there were still 'mass quantities' of it around the world based on what she heard.

I'm hesitant on the idea of us splitting up so soon. While I most likely can't carry all five of us at the same time, it still feels better knowing we have each other's backs. Sam insists on it though, stating he and Six don't want to put too much of a strain on my Legacies after what they just witnessed. I begrudgingly agree, then we all begin to pack up, Ella heading to the back to get some food, Sam and Six taking the enormous backpacks they had used for their vacation.

This leaves Marina and I alone. "I don't like this," she says eventually, her face etched in concern.

I heave a sigh and shrug in response. "Trust me, I don't either," I reply, taking her hand in mine. "I would take the five of us together if I could, but since that's not an option, we might as well kill two birds with one stone."

"Yeah I know," she says, meeting my eyes now. "I just don't feel comfortable splitting up so soon, in case something happens."

"Don't worry about that," I tell her softly. "We can keep in touch with one another telepathically, and the Vishnu army can keep an eye on Adam. Everything will be fine."

She nods at this, then puts her hands on my shoulders. "Be careful out there, don't push yourself beyond your limits. Do what you can, and remember, we're here for you. Always."

I smile at this. "Marina, I'll only be gone for ten minutes to drop them off at the airport."

"Whatever," she replies with a smile. "You know I'll miss you whenever you leave, no matter how long it's for."

Then she pulls me in and kisses me, with a passion that I haven't seen for a long time from Marina. I immerse myself in it for a few seconds, returning the feeling with equal intensity. Sadly, the moment ends, and we pull away from one another slowly, though the smiles still linger on our faces.

I glance past Marina, and notice Six waiting for us at the mouth of the cave. Although I don't have a clear view from the distance, her face appears to be scrunched up in an expression of sadness. We make eye contact, then she turns invisible, and I can sense she's left the area.

"Well looks like it's time," Marina tells me. "Time to go get them."

Me, Sam, and Six fly towards the airport in silence, although at the speed we travel at, it would be difficult to hear anything as it is. I tried to get the local military to privately escort the two of them to New York, but they couldn't arrange it on such short notice. Instead, I booked them a private jet, just for the two of them. I had to argue a bit with the attendants who were on the phone, but thankfully I was able to convince them.

I don't even bother turning visible at the airport, so we can avoid the flurry of people chasing after us. I take them straight to their terminal, turning visible once we're at a washroom corridor where no one's looking. I send an email to give the E-tickets I bought for their flight, which can be scanned right off the phone. I turn us invisible again, then take their hands in mine.

"Be careful out there," I tell them, putting on my serious face even though they can't see it. "I wish we could all go together, but you two should be fine on your own. If only we had more time, it's all happened so suddenly . . ."

"I get it John," Six replies. "Trust me, I would rather hang around here than go out to save the world again. But sometimes, we have to make the best of a situation."

"Yeah, don't beat yourself up for something out of your control," Sam adds. "We will get through this, and be back together in no time."

"I just wanted to say something before we leave," Six tells us, sucking in a breath. "Thank you, John, for everything you did. From all the time we spent together, to when we fought alongside one another, it was a wild ride. I wouldn't trade it even for Lorien, what we had together, it was special."

"Sorry, I just needed to get that out. I've been waiting to say that for a while," she finishes. "This isn't the end though, only the beginning of a long road ahead."

I hope so, I think to myself, beginning to feel choked up from her words. I pull us all into a group hug, and the moment is gratifying, even if only for a few seconds.

"Thank you, it means the world for me to hear you say that," I say solemnly, then brace myself for the farewell I'm about to give. "One last thing: I'll be checking in with you guys telepathically every now and then, just so we keep in touch. Good luck out there, remember, we're all in this together."

Then I let go of their hands, watching them as they present their tickets to the attendant, and disappear into the tunnel. I begin to reminisce on the old days, way back when it was just the three of us, laughing together, training, and the bond we had developed over time as a result. Before Setrákus Ra showed up, before the invasion had begun, we were just three battle scarred teenagers who were having a good time. I smile sadly, wondering where it all went, how much things had changed since then. If only things were still so simple.

Marina

"Ready?" I ask John after he comes back. Thankfully, he doesn't appear to be spent like last time, no signs of exhaustion in his face.

"Yep, we'll just wait for Ella to head out," he replies, then notices me studying him. "I should be fine, I don't think my flight wears me out as quickly as my other Ximic Legacies."

I feel relieved at this, and decide that with no one else around, now's a good time as any to ask him what he's been seeing during his meditative states. With all the chaos around us as of late, there was never an opportunity, and it had completely slipped my mind.

"So, what's been going on with you lately?" I ask him, opting to get straight to it. "You know, with your meditation and all that. Did something happen? You seemed a bit off ever since."

He looks startled by the sudden change in conversation, but recovers quickly. "When I was in that state of bliss, I began to have visions, kind of like how Ella did out of the blue. I didn't have control over what ones I could and couldn't see, it all just flipped by like one big slideshow," he explains with a sigh.

"Visions of . . . the future?" I ask him, my mind now racing. "Do you remember what you saw? Anything, even just a glimpse."

I'm not exactly sure I want to know, if I even should know, but I can't help it. I think back to the prophecies in our cave when we had first arrived here, dark premonitions of what was to come. Was that what John saw?

"Yes, it mostly flew by me, but I was able to catch a few things. I saw a war happening from afar, two army battalions fighting one another. There was destruction, and I definitely saw some Legacies being used. I couldn't tell who was on whose side, but it got ugly," he says with a grimace. "But there were good things as well Marina."

"I saw you and me living together, laughing with one another. I got a sense of peace, we only looked like we were about twenty years old or so, but of course, the Loric can look like they're twenty until they reach fifty. There . . . I think there was a child too."

I'm not sure what to say. This vision of his has predicted we would be together in the end, but only after a war that appeared to be global. No need for words, I decide, as I embrace John in a hug.

After it ends, John looks me in the eye and smooths out my hair, closing his eyes while taking a breath. Is there more?

"There's one more thing," he begins, his eyes now open again. "A voice spoke to me, I think it was the Loric entity, maybe even Pittacus Lore himself. It told me, 'John, you have done a tremendous job so far. Not just with the human world, but our world as well, carrying on the spirit of Lorien. But, your goal may not be completed yet. There are billions of people on this planet, hundreds of humans with newfound Legacies. Not all of them want the same fate as you for the Earth. There is still evil out there, there always will be. Remember, John, always fight for what's right, contact me when you are ready.'"

I replay the words over in my mind, and frown. "What does it all mean?" I ask him eventually.

"I don't know. There's only one way to find out though," he tells me.

Then he takes my hand and clasps it in his, just as Ella emerges from the cavern.

John then takes her hand, looking at the two of us with a steely determination in his eyes.

"Here we go again," he says, and we both nod in agreement, the feeling mutual. Time to get back to business.

This time, John flies with us at his top speed, and he tells us we should be in Canada within two to three hours. Normally, I would object to him pushing himself like this, especially considering how his Legacies weaken him now, but the stakes are too high. We all know that capturing the Mogadorians as soon as possible is the best option. Still, I opt to keep an eye on him over time.

The journey is quiet as usual, the sum of us occupied by our own thoughts and concerns. Occasionally, John stops to rest, but it's brief. His condition hasn't deteriorated yet fortunately, but I know it may only be a matter of time.

"Phew," he says during our stop in the Pacific. "I just contacted Adam to let him know what's happening. Sounds like he's getting better, he'll be out of the hospital by tomorrow."

Adam. There's someone I don't feel comfortable talking about. I think back to when I had reluctantly accepted him as an ally of the Garde. I didn't trust him one bit, especially at the Sanctuary with the Entity of Lorien present. Time has passed since then, there's respect between us now, but I'm not sure I consider him a friend.

"Marina?" Ella says, and I snap my attention to her now. "We're getting ready to leave now, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking about things," I tell her briefly, not elaborating any further. Then again, she probably already knows what I've been thinking.

She nods at this, then we head off again, only about an hour away from our destination now. We remain silent once again, opting to preserve our energy until we reach the mainland. It'll be a long hour, but with the two of them at my side, nothing can stop us.

After a while, we finally reach the shores of British Columbia, the city of Vancouver within sight. The only issue now is finding the Mogs. They were spotted around this area about four hours ago, according to the authorities, but I'm still worried they may be long gone by now. I know John must have a plan, he couldn't have come here to search blindly for them in such a vast area of land.

"What now?" I ask him, after we land and turn visible in a bustling street full of people. John looks a bit spent. We throw some sweatshirt hoodies over our heads to conceal our faces, although I know the ruse won't hold for long.

"Simple," he replies. "Now we wait for our allies to help us."

As if on cue, his cell phone begins to ring, and we head down an abandoned alley so he can put the call on speaker.

"John?" The voice sounds familiar, old and gruff. "It's General Lawson, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear, General," he tells him, then he looks in confusion at the phone. "Wait, I thought Agent Walker was my liaison to the government."

"The situation you reported to us was threatening enough to international security that it went straight to me, so that's how it is. The important thing is, the trackers are now up and running. We're sending you an up-to-date image of their location now. Apologies about the delay, it took us a while to pinpoint their trackers' IDs."

"Thanks Lawson, and don't worry about it. We just got to BC just now, perfect timing actually."

"Well in that case, good luck on your mission. I hope you've got a good crew with you, you've got to beat those damned alien bastards to hell and back," he says as encouragement, and then I hear the click as he hangs up.

"What was that all about? Trackers? For the Mogs we have to find?" Ella asks.

"Yup, turns out US national security had the idea to implant them before transferring them to Alaska, they just never bothered turning them on because they never imagined having to use them. It took them a while to search through all of the people implanted before they finally ID'd a few Mogs, but they turned the rest of them on pretty quickly after that."

I raise an eyebrow at him, then ask, "Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?"

"Well, I wasn't sure if the Feds could ID the Mogs in their database, so I didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing. That's why I eventually agreed to let Six and Sam head to the UN, at least we could alert the people there if we couldn't find the Mogs in time," he tells us.

He sighs, then continues. "But you're right," he admits. "I should have told you guys about it, even if it was just a possibility. We're lucky it happened now, so we better take advantage of it."

I nod, knowing time is of the essence now. With that, he clicks on the app for the tracker on his phone, and I can see the three dots, due East of the city, about a hundred kilometers or so. There's not a second to lose now.

"John, I hope you still have some energy left in you," I tell him. "Because now's your time to shine."

We glide through the air at a mesmerizing speed, closing the gap between us and the Mogs quickly. They seem to be in a forest, and I'm glad for the trackers being active. It would've taken us weeks to find them without the implants. We begin to descend, hovering at a low distance to search for them.

They're within the vicinity, I can tell that much from the locator. Only a couple hundred feet ahead of us.

Then, it happens. We finally get a close up view of the Mogs. They're walking across the terrain in silence, their pale skin glimmering in the dark.

Now, Ellatells us, and we come down to deliver the first blow, a sucker punch.

The Mogs are caught badly off guard by the surprise attack, as we sweep them off their feet. We turn visible, and begin to deal with each of them individually. I activate my Cryokinesis, freezing the ground, while enclosing the Mogs in a circle of tall icicles. To my left, John uses his telekinesis to keep one in the air, a fireball generated from his Lumen in one hand. One of the Mogs manage to recover quickly enough to attempt a counterattack, maneuvering his hands to launch a beam of darkness at us.

"Ella! Use your Dreynen!" I call to her, while throwing up a wall of ice at the Mog. After a few seconds, the bolt of energy breaks through my shield. Ella quickly charges the air around her with her Dreynen field, but the bolts of darkness continue to come at me. Then I remember what I saw with Setrákus Ra, how we negated his Legacies, but not his Augmentations. John subdues his Mog after shining his Lumen in his face, the trueborn still being sensitive to light. The Mog I took on is still trapped within my icicles, but is beginning to break free slowly.

We can't disable their Augmentations, but then I recall what does work against them: my Healing. John, Ella, I'm going to use my healing on these Mogs to get rid of their Augmentations. Cover me, I tell them.

Not waiting for an answer, I rush over to the Mog John rendered unconscious with his Lumen, putting up another wall of ice to protect myself from attacks. I press my hands onto the Trueborn, then the icy feeling begins. I position myself so that I can watch for any ongoing attacks, then I hear a cry of pain, though fortunately, it's not from John or Ella. The black sludge slowly begins to ooze out of his body, seeping into the ground beneath us. Once the process is over, I give him a quick whack to the head to ensure he doesn't wake up and cause trouble.

I rush back over to the battle, and see that John is fighting the Mogadorian blasting beams of darkness. I realize that this Mog must have received the augmented version of Lumen, and John looks determined to defeat him.

"You! Your powers!" he yells viciously, tossing a fireball at him. "They are nothing more than a pale imitation of mine! This is my Legacy, and only I can use it to its full power! Like this!"

At this moment, he strikes the final blow, a dazzling glow of light that blinds the Mogadorian, burns now visible on his legs. John generates one last fireball, one that will certainly cause death, but I put a easing hand on his shoulder, reminding him that we can't kill them. Not yet, at least. I glance over at Ella, who is holding her own against the weakened Mog, despite her lack of battle Legacies. She relies on her telekinesis mainly, putting her enemy in a near stranglehold before John finishes the job with a karate chop to the back of the neck.

"Wow, good work," I tell her, and she smiles proudly.

"I guess Nine and John taught me well. Though mostly Nine," she says with a slight blush.

"Okay," I say afterwards. "Time to take these guys to the authorities."

John nods, but Ella looks at questionably. "Alright, but then what? . . . Do we let them get killed or not?"

My immediate answer would be to allow them all to get executed brutally, but then I remember Adam's sister was part of the Mogs' little rebellion. The way I see it, it's either all of them or none of them. I'm still not totally sold on either idea without Adam's input. I feel like he should have some say in it at least.

I sigh eventually, deciding to put off the decision until the time comes. "Later, we'll figure it out. Right now, let's just do one thing at a time."

I can see them both hesitate; they would much rather have a verdict now than later, but eventually they agree. But I can tell from the looks they exchange they aren't thrilled with it.

John calls the authorities for a chopper, and informs us it'll be here in about twenty minutes. I take the time to remove the Augmentations from the Mogs, my mind still racing. I hope that whatever we choose to do, it'll be the right thing in the long run. For all of us, and for the sake of the planet.

Once again, another long chapter full of rambling XD. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and was able to get through it all. Also thanks for 1,000 views guys, once again, thanks for all the support! Be sure to review, rate, and share, all that good stuff if you can! And as always, you can follow/fav the story if you're becoming a fan of the story. PM me if you have any suggestions, my fingers are getting tired and writer's block is taking over my mind rn.

Also P.S: I'm trying to find a way to incorporate Nine into the story, but can't think of an excuse for him to leave the academy. Should I just do a POV of him every once in a while to check in? Or do you want me to find a way to get him in the story? Let me know your thoughts!

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