Sorry that I got rid of the original Chapter 11, it wasn't the best and got too long and off the point, so now there's a completely different one. This is a lead up to a fighting scene since I haven't done one of them in a while, and I will be posting it very soon! Also I'm seeing loads of new Lorien legacies fanfiction, more to read! So please read, follow, favourite, and tell me your opinion of this chapter and the story so far.

Malcolm's memory was stolen, important memories, hope that it is not too late to get them back.

11

Marina

A map of the casino and the city around it had been laid out on a coffee table in our motel room. Nine planned how we would get there, and because Greyson hadn't given specific instructions on where to meet him, who would go with who finding him. The groups of two were chosen by seeing whose legacies or human skills worked best with whose.

We organised our weapons and our routes in and out. Though it was doubted we run into any Mogs, it was a big city and big cities were always crawling with them.

We were using two black SUV's, me, Nine, Sam and Zero travelled in the first one, while Adam, John, Six, Malcolm and Sarah took the second. We all remained silent as we drove, none of us moving apart from Sam who fidgeted nervously with a small semi-automatic.

The casino Greyson had asked us to meet at was a strange one. It wasn't the fact there was no bright advertising outside, nor was it because it wasn't situated where most of the other casinos were. It was because the casino was in a grey nondescript building with lit a dimly lit carpark. To add to its gloomy look it was squashed between two neon sign covered hotels, one on either side, giving it a cramped appearance. Though from the vague messages Greyson had sent us apparently the walls to the building behind it had been knocked down, and the building taken over.

It just didn't seem like the place someone would go gambling-not that I'd ever been. We parked near a dozen other cars and got out.

"Ok you know what to do", Nine said quietly, tossing and catching a small metal cylinder that would turn into his staff.

And we did.

I had armed myself with a handgun, hiding several clips of ammo in my jacket, and a silver rapier which sat in its sheath in a hidden compartment in my jeans. It wasn't that I didn't trust my legacies, I did, but I wanted to be prepared.

Zero had brought two strange looking blades that she'd taken from her chest. Each was as long as my forearm, with edges that curved in and out, and glinted with an almost angry quality.

Sam, to put it simply, had a lot of illegal guns.

John and the others stood waiting for us outside an oddly unmanned metal door that Greyson had told us about. We headed towards them when suddenly Zero glanced back at the car.

"Sorry" she frowned "left something in the boot" she looked towards me "Marina could you give me a hand".

"Sure" I replied, but with unnecessary coldness that I fought to keep out of my voice. I couldn't let her known I knew she was a liar; I couldn't let her know what I'd seen.

We hurried back, Zero quickly flipped open the trunk and began to route inside.

"Marina?" She asked as she pulled out an arm guard "Can I-".

"Don't call me Marina" I cut in, even I was surprised by the barely disguised hatred in my voice, "don't you ever call me that, I saw your chest, you stole it, it was her symbol, that chest was Two's! How dare you!"

Caught off guard Zero, stared at me silently for a single moment before something dark slipped into her gaze. I mentally cursed, so much for not telling her I knew she was a liar.

Zero let out an angry, almost annoyed sigh and slammed the boot shut. She gave me a nod but her eyes narrowed, I could almost sense her mind working to see how much I really knew and what I would say to the others.

"Of course…Seven. If that's what you want me to call you I will…"

"It is" I answered, "and don't worry I won't say anything…yet" I turned away, not wanting to see her expression. She was a liar that much I knew for sure; I was determined to feel nothing.

"You good?" John asked when we reached him.

I nodded, feeling Zero's gaze on my back, but I didn't turn.

"Well then, let's go inside".

Sam

We were only a few steps through the door when the men Greyson had warned us about appeared. Two big burly men, each with a baton and Taser clipped to their belts, glared down at Malcolm and Adam who stood, wearing suits in front of them.

"Invitations?" the man on the left asked in a low voice.

My dad frowned, "We weren't told we needed any" I felt a sudden rush of pride towards him that his voice hadn't shaken as he lied to a man who could probable snap him in half.

"Invite only" the one on the right replied.

Malcolm rolled his eyes in patient annoyance, "Well of course but my boss said I didn't need one, for our meeting. Let me explain!" he continued quickly, before either one of the men could speak. "This is my assistant" he gestured at Adam, "The others" he waved lazily back at us, not bothering to turn round, "are simply bodyguards and other necessary employees".

The men didn't look convinced and gazed at the group in stoic silence, waiting for us to leave.

Me, John and Six stood at the back of the group, it was better we didn't take the chance of being recognised, John had even gone so far as to wear a hat.

"Why would you be meeting your boss at a casino?" one of the men asked

"Well it's not just a casino is it" my dad said slyly, "I've heard things about the owner's connections; it's a safe place from all kinds of things, so why not meet here?

"Look fellas" Malcolm said with a smirk he really was getting into this, "you don't have to let me in, that's fine…but my employer won't be happy with a delay. I'm sure you've heard his name and what happens when he's displeased, and I know "Malcolm placed his hand on his heart," you don't want to be the ones to do that".

The two men seemed unmoved by this, but then the one on the left's eyes flickered to the other man's face. The man on the right noticed and let out a growl.

"We'll be watching you" he said in a dangerous voice, shoving his face close to Malcolm's.

"I'm sure you will" my dad replied cheerfully, pushing past.

Once they had let us through, we found ourselves in a richly decorated stairwell, a plush red carpet covered the floor and white roses sat in china vases. Moving up the steps the sound of music gradually grew louder, until we pushed open a large wooden door at the top of the stairs and it became deafening. Over the sound of the loud pumping music I could hear laughter, the roar of a generator and the rattle of chips coming from machines.

I stared down one golden corridor of fruit machines, to see dozens of people crouched at games or tables, gazing hopefully at whatever or whoever might let them win.

"Time to split up" John shouted out, over the music.

I moved towards Zero who was my partner, but felt a sudden hopelessness, we were only in the first room but it was half the size of a football field and crowded with people, not only that but there was dozens of doorways leading into rooms that looked equal size. And we had to find a man who had most likely changed his appearance from the smudged photo we'd been shown. How was this place even this big? Forget taking over the building behind it, it must stretch over the whole block.

"Let's go" Zero said into my ear suddenly beside me. I flinched, admittedly I had never had a full one on one conversation with her, and she always seemed a bit distant and evasive if I thought about. She had been a lot nicer lately though but that apparently had changed the instant we'd entered this building.

It was like in the last five minutes she'd become a glacier, that made me want to freeze on the spot the moment she looked into my eyes. It made me wonder what exactly she and Marina had said to each other when they went back to the car. Marina had been a bit off too-I felt like slapping myself, of course she is idiot, she still grieving, I kicked myself mentally.

I groaned aloud, but Zero either didn't hear or didn't care. She moved in the opposite direction to the others, leaving Malcolm to guard the door, and threaded her way around the people and machines that got in her way.

My eyes skimmed over the people sitting, staring intensely at the games they were playing. I had never been to Las Vegas or a casino before but everyone seemed a bit too dressed up, too on edge, the fearful glances they kept throwing the security cameras that lined the walls were unnerving.

"So what's with this place?" I wondered aloud catching up with Zero.

She didn't turn, her eyes continuing to scan the room, looking for Greyson.

"The owner" Zero replied in a careful voice, "has fingers in a lot of pockets-or pies depending on how hungry you are. And by a lot I mean everything important, but in our case, the American Military, CIA, FBI, etc. Mog's and agents alike have been banned from here, there have been some who tried to sneak in but they tend to disappear, those two men downstairs have bigger things then Tasers to fight with. So it's pretty safe here, if you can avoid getting shot, things like that don't really matter since the law can't touch you".

Not waiting to see if I had any more questions, Zero sped up moving into a quieter room. There was a bar in one corner, the rest of the room covered in small, round, crowded, glass tables. The scarlet painted walls added to my unease and I felt embarrassingly happy when I saw Nine's tall, muscular frame appear through another door with Sarah behind him.

Zero ignored them moving towards a waiter passing around glasses of champagne. She grabbed two from the tray and moved back to me.

Nine and Sarah had almost reached us, but I was too busy staring in confusion at the glasses clutched tightly in Zero's hands.

"You drink?" I hadn't meant to show my disbelief or confusion, but it was too late.

Again Zero ignored me, muttering to herself, "Should have known he'd be at a bar. Great! Bloody great!" sarcasm still dripping from her voice, she stalked past Sarah who had opened her mouth to ask a question. She stopped at one of the tables in the corner where an old man lay clearly passed out. He was wearing a dirty, stained, black suit which made his thinning white hair stand out. Drool had pooled on the table beside his mouth and his grey straggly beard with days old food caught in it, was soaking in it.

He stank slightly, a weird mix of armpit and gun powder. His appearance left me thinking of a wizard from one of those video games I used to play, maybe even Gandalf or Dumble-the man let out a loud fart accompanied by a pig like snort. Ok so maybe not a wizard, more like a pair of mouldy, old socks with fuzz beginning to- my mental descriptions of him, was brought to a halt when Zero poured one of the glasses of champagne over his head.

"Rise and shine Greyson, we're all aware you need your beauty sleep but you're wasting time" Zero said with a sigh, plopping down on the seat opposite him.

The man she'd called Greyson, but couldn't really be him, jumped spluttering to his feet, eyes wild. His drool covered beard swinging through the air, splattering droplets left and right. Nine just managed to shield himself and Sarah from being hit with telekinesis, but I wasn't so lucky.

The slimy droplets splashed my face and arms, one going right into my mouth.

"Agh" I cried bending over wiping violently at my mouth. Eventually, still breathing erratically I finally straightened just in time to catch Nine's smirk and the still dripping man's snake like gaze.

"Well lookey, lookey, a fine bunch we got here, no? Great year that, why'd you have to waste it on waking me up, huh? Huh?" the man's head bopped about as he spoke and I realised he wasn't as old as I had previously thought. And he admittedly did bear some resemblance to the man in the photo, so maybe he was Greyson…or someone who worked with him, I thought more hopefully.

"You said you had information" Zero said shortly.

"Information? Sminformation! Not important right now, Zero! Great to see you. What's it been, a year, two, three? How's the shoulder, the memory, the fake brother, dying, you being Tw-"

Zero hit him in the face with the second glass of champagne, turning his words into splutters as he collapsed back into his seat.

"The information" she repeated coldly.

"It's not here" he answered grinning.

"It's been a week and three days, my shoulder is fine, my memories seem to be a lie, now answer properly" Zero growled.

I stared at her in confusion unsure what to make of this information or the fact she hadn't replied to the other things he'd said.

Greyson nodded suddenly serious, "The information is inside the heads of two agents I acquired. Here are their files, everything you need to know about them is in there", my mind was slow to comprehend the hidden words kidnapped and torture.

"I'm not going to hurt them for information" Zero replied quietly, not reaching for the two brown files on the table.

"None of us are!" Nine added fiercely, his eyes dark, reminding me of the vague suggestions we'd be given about what happened to his Ceapan.

Greyson nodded leaning forward in his chair, a tight smile on his face.

"Your attitudes towards this kind of thing are all the same, aren't they? Doesn't it bother you that these humans, these Mog's wouldn't think twice about doing it to you?" he pulled up his sleeve displaying three long purple scars, "I've heard similar things were done to the Ceapan's of Number Six and Nine, except they didn't come out alive…" though he couldn't possible have known who was who, I watched his glittering eyes land on Nine and the cold expression on his face.

"But Zero" he continued turning back to her, "you of all people I thought wouldn't have had a problem wit this. I mean the humans worked with the Mog's, they knew what was happening. They knew all about this!" as quick as a snake, his hand shot out and caught Zero's wrist with an iron grasp.

He ripped back her sleeve displaying her forearm, but at the same time being very careful not to touch her. I found myself looking at a pattern of scars; each was pencil thin and a strange white colour. They curled in a spiral patterns, encircling her wrist and forearm, before disappearing up under the arm of her jacket. I could have mistaken them for elaborate tattoos, if I hadn't known the truth, and since I did I was horrified.

"Though I may be a drunk and the power of my last remaining legacies has almost faded, I can still feel it faintly… the pain" his finger brushed her skin and he grimaced, "don't you want someone else to feel that, so you're not the only one" he said softly.

Zero snatched her arm back and Nine almost managed to look casual as he put his hand down on the table between them.

Greyson eyed Nine's hand with distaste, "I suppose you could resort to less painful methods, although it will be so much slower" Greyson quickly rattled off a location, but I was barley listening, too busy trying to stop myself from punching him. Whether he was crazy or just down right sadistic, it didn't really matter. I just couldn't believe he was Loric, let alone a Garde.

"Now" Greyson said when he'd finished, and Zero was holding the two files, "weren't there more of you" he grinned slyly at us and suspicion filled me. Was that his true motives? To split us up, betray us, it all made painful sense. John! Six!

Zero's head snapped up her face still pale from when Greyson had touched her.

"Mog's!" she cursed

"You knew they were here" Sarah exclaimed, speaking for the first time.

"Of course I do" Greyson leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, "you would too if you weren't so easily distracted".

"But I thought Mogs aren't allowed in" I said quietly, easing off the safety on one of my guns.

"Oh they're not" he waved a hand at me, "but of course it was only a matter of time till they realised you were here, and unfortunately that time is now".

"Why didn't you tell us? You betrayed us!" Zero said with a snarl, but no disbelief.

"Nah, I wouldn't betray you Zero, not ever" Greyson's voice became dark, "not to Mogodorian scum, but you're working with one of them now so I can't trust you either. Don't worry I wasn't lying about the agents, in fact I haven't lied at all, not at all…" he trailed off.

"Will you be following us to where they're kept?" Nine asked expressionless.

"Oh no, no, no, I'll be waiting for the Mog's to come to me".

"They'll kill you" Zero replied with painful certainty.

"Yes I'm weapon less, my fighting legacies gone, you'll soon see why that doesn't matter, they might…or I could kill them first".

"It's a death wish" Zero added.

"Well seeing your friends, family and world burn does tend to make you a little, coo coo. But I sure all of you would understand that, hmm?" none of us answered, "I suggest you run now, there's only a dozen in here, the rest are testing out new equipment in the city, wouldn't want to miss that" Greyson added with a blinding smile.

Nine began to lead the way out of the room but froze at Greyson's next words.

"Run like you always have".

Nine turned to face him, "I've never been fond of running away from a fight", he replied darkly, fist clenching as Greyson let out a cold laugh.

"So say dead men".

Zero caught his arm before he could respond, "Let's go", when he didn't move, "Nine" she said more softly. Finally he did, but as we began to walk away I glanced back to see Greyson staring after us and I swear he was grinning.

Eleven's hour is over now, the clock is striking Twelves.

-The Eleventh