AN- Gosh, this is such a short chapter! To make up for that (and the horrendously long wait) you'll be getting two chapters posted today. Yay!

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"All twelve of them found each other?" Sherlock hummed sceptically. "That was a stroke of luck." John raised an eyebrow.
"You don't believe in luck." He replied. The detective grimaced.
"I don't." John felt the chill run down his spine.
"What are you trying to tell me?" He asked. A tendon in the detective's jaw jumped.
"I don't know." He admitted. "And I don't like not knowing."

The group met up in the courtyard and moved off to an alleyway.
"If they're blocking the entrance then it won't be long before they move in." Sherlock stated. "Once they think we have nowhere to go, they will trap us." John nodded.
"But there is more than one way to leave this village." He answered. "How many of them do you think they know?"
"If they're from the army they'll know everything we did from the last time. "Sherlock replied. "So all of them." His phone buzzed, signalling a call. The detective fished out the flip phone and answered it. As the person talked, too quiet for anyone else to hear, Sherlock's face grew stormier. When he finally closed the phone, John was barely hiding his worry.
"The clearing is compromised." Sherlock stated. "No one has been taken, but the clearing is swarming. The rest of the team are hiding out in the wasteland. Private Stanley is acting command."

John frowned, there had to be a way to get out without getting caught. They needed to break out of the village and rendezvous with the others somewhere in the wasteland, they could find out where later. An idea thrust itself to the frontal lobes of the doctors mind and his grinned.
"Who's up for a game of hide and seek?"