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The helicopter filled with Six, Seven, Eight, Sam, Sarah, and Agent Paulson grounded. The blades whirred to a stop as the pilot powered down the vehicle. Six's boots hit the ground first, her hair whipping around her face from the force of the wind. The rest followed after her, observing their new terrain.
They kept low profiles, knowing that Mogadorian eyes could be anywhere. Their helicopter was disguised with the logo "HELICOPTER TOURS" to deter any suspicion in case the Mogs had a wide mile radius for scanning activity. They had grounded a good mile and a half away to not be too noticeable.
"We're going to have to pursue the rest on foot," Agent Paulson said as the group gathered around.
"Fine," Six's face was terse, "let's go."
"Hold on," Sam held up his hands, "we need a plan of attack, we can't just go in guns blazing."
Six's fists clenched, "Why not?"
"Six," Marina looked at her, "we've got to go about this logically, Four and Nines' safety is at risk."
"I think a diversion would be best," Sarah spoke up, "two of us can go out as bait for them, then we strike."
"The Mogadorians recognize you all," Agent Paulson shook her head, "even you two," she looked at Sam and Sarah, "they'd know it was a trap instantly."
"So what do you sugget?" Eight asked.
"I'll go," Agent Paulson said firmly.
"We can't take that chance," Six shook her head, "the Mogs could recognize you too."
"I doubt it. They've only dealt with my superiors, I haven't had contact. I can pretend there is an important message to be delivered regarding the assets."
"Okay," Sam nodded, "then we can sneak in."
"That'll be tough," Seven shook her head, "there's security everywhere."
"What if Sarah came with you," Six looked at Agent Paulson.
Eight's brows furrowed, "But she just said-"
"I know what she said. What if we pretend that Sarah approached the FBI to give them information in return for John."
Sarah's eyes widened, "I would never-"
"We know," Seven gave her a supportive smile, "just for the sake of the mission."
She nodded glumly as Six continued.
"Agent Paulson, that's how you get in. Demand that you need to speak with the base leader. Once you're inside, you can create a path for us to enter and we can find John and Nine."
Sam nodded, "That just might work. If you both can distract the superior Mogadorian officers inside, then that'll make sneaking in a lot easier."
"Ladies and gentlemen," Agent Paulson smirked, "I think we've got a plan."
This time when the helicopter grounded, it was straight in the backyard of the Mogadorian base. It was expertly hidden in an underground World War 2 bunker that was easy to miss by the untrained eye. However, Agent Paulson was trained to understand these things. The coordinates they received from HQ definitely narrowed the location significantly, and she spotted it by the unnatural cleft in the overgrown grass surrounding and concealing the base.
The helicopter touched ground, the blades whirring to a stop. Paulson jumped down and dragged Sarah along with her. She gripped the young, blonde girl's arm tightly, trying to make it seem that she was uncomfortable and here against her will.
"I hope this works," she muttered under her breath.
Sarah looked straight ahead with unfeeling eyes, "It has to."
Paulson and Sarah walked straight ahead. Though she couldn't see the cameras or elaborate security system, the agent knew the Mogs were watching.
"Look," Paulson whispered to Sarah, looking at the ground. Sarah followed her gaze, "tire tracks. They look fresh."
"Yeah," Sarah nodded, "and this place was supposedly abandoned in the 40s."
"Looks pretty inhabitated to me."
As they approached the tall mound in the grass, Paulson saw a rusted old doorway that looked like it hadn't been open in 50 years. However, right above it was a small blue light flickering from a technologically advanced security camera.
"This is the place," Paulson sighed, she could feel it in her bones. The feelings of something alien, of being watched. She cleared her throat as they came to a stop in front of the door and camera.
She fished her FBI badge from her coat and held it up to the lens.
"I am Agent Paulson with the FBI," she spoke clearly, "and I have a gift."
She gestured to Sarah beside her who was putting up a face of fear.
"I know you're in there and I've been sent by my superior officers to deliver crucial information regarding your recovered assets: Numbers Four and Nine."
Nothing.
Paulson's eyes darted around, looking for anything. She continued, "This is Sarah Hart, ally to Number Four. She has approached the FBI in light of the recent disappearances of the Loric assets. In exchange for knowledge of his condition, she has agreed to divulge rather enlightening information regarding the remaining assets and their current location."
Still nothing. Paulson was growing antsy. They only had one shot, if this didn't work, then they were out of options.
"Come on," she sneered, "you Mogadorians simply cannot pass up on an offer as good as this. You have two know, but imagine capturing the rest? Your work would be done, you could seek your true purpose! What?" she tugged at Sarah's arm, "does this little girl scare you?"
At that, the lock clicked. A buzzing sound echoed throughout the clearing. It was loud, like a danger alarm.
"What is that?" Sarah looked around, alert.
Paulson reached forward and turned the knob to the rusty old metal door. Rust flakes dotted her palm, but she pulled the door open and was met with a long, dark hallway lit by metal-caged lights.
"It means we're in," she whispered, "let's get moving."
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