Chapter Ten: Yet Another Plan

Tally POV

We finally decided to give it a break after... well, we, or at least I lost track of time after the first few hours. ​I honestly didn't know how long we were going at it, but I did know the sun was down and we had pretty much wasted a whole day.

Well, I certainly wouldn't call it wasted, but we didn't get any closer to David.

"Tonight we'll be there," I told Zane quietly.

"We may want to go over our plan, seeing as we really don't have one," he pointed out, stretching his other arm around me.

"We may want to make one before talking to Fausto and Dasha," I said. "It'll be easier if we already have a plan, don't you think?"

"So, Tally, what exactly are we going to do?" he asked.

"No clue," I admitted. "I'm afraid that, plan or otherwise, we'll just go in and wing it. It is something we've been known to do."

"True, but we can't afford to wing it right now, so let's go with the plan that actually involves having a plan."

I laughed, "Deal."

"So here we are, Fausto, Dasha, you, and I, approaching Go Die—"

"Diego," he corrected me with a laugh.

"Fine, here we are approaching Diego, we can see the city from where we are standing, we recognize some buildings, and then what?" I asked.

"Well, I'd say Fausto would know his way around the best, but I'm not sure if we can fully trust him yet. I would love to trust him, he was my best friend, but he did betray every Special, right?" he asked.

"Yes, he did, and I don't see myself trusting him again after what he did. And trust is a big part of a mission, Specials are supposed to trust each other with their lives, and we all trusted Fausto, and look where that got the rest of them. Most of the Cutters are Pretties again, Zane. They don't have the lesions still, because of their jobs, but still. They're still New Pretties, but they have jobs. Ho and Tachs are still semi-Special, they're rangers, like the ones I met on the way to the Smoke." I ranted. I absolutely hated what Fausto did. It disgusted me. He betrayed every Special for his own gain, even when he could have saved the rest of them, too. Bitch.

"I know, Tally, but look, we have to trust him, or we can't do this."

"I know!" I snapped. I was getting childishly angry for no reason. I crossed my arms and glared up towards the sky.

One moment I was looking at the night sky, the next my view was completely obscured by a much better one. Zane was hovering above me smiling.

"You're so sexy when you get mad," he said, kissing the top of my nose. "But it's cute."

Ugh. Cute? Really? I figured that adjective would have dropped after the Special operation, but apparently not.

He kissed his way down my jaw line, kissing little trails down my neck, then nipping at my collarbone.

"No, Zane, come on, we need to get going, seriously," I halfheartedly protested.

He smiled against my skin and all forms of protest were lost. "Mmm, Tally," he mumbled.

I grabbed his face, brining it towards mine, his lips met mine passionately, ravishing them like he had all day. One hand was brushing my hair out of my face, the other was grabbing at my waist. He wasted no time thrusting into me. I let out a cry of pleasure as he did so, repeating the motion slowly but hard. I bucked my hips to meet his, going faster and faster.

"No!" I heard someone yell from the distance. I didn't feel like stopping, so I didn't, but Zane had other plans. I grabbed his waist, still thrusting.

"Fuck," he sighed, "Tally, stop."

I did as he said and looked up. And standing there was Fausto looking very angry. His flash tattoos were swirling madly, that plus his angered face made him look quite scary.

"Fausto—" Zane began before Fausto cut him off.

"No, I don't want to hear it!" he yelled, fuming, "We've put up with this all fucking day, Dasha and I, and we're sick of it. I know you guys haven't seen each other in quite a fucking while, and Tally you thought he was dead, but damn it, this is getting ridiculous! Dasha hasn't been able to sleep, obviously, and what are we going to do with a tired Pretty whose probably going to have one of the biggest parts in the plan? You're being fucking selfish, putting all of us, including David in danger if our plan goes wrong. You don't even know what we're going to do, do you? You don't have a plan. You've been fucking each other senseless in the woods!"

"Look, Fausto, we're sorry. We were being immature and irresponsible. We'll make a plan, let Dasha sleep, and possibly postpone it a day."

"You guys don't even realize. We don't have a day to spare! You've already completely wasted today, we don't have that much time! Do you guys honestly think they're just keeping David in captivity all this time, not doing anything? They may take a day or so debriefing him about Tally, or doing tests, making sure he's okay to have the operation. And do you even know how much they're going to fuck with his brain in order for him to forget about his entire life? A life like his? He's as good as dead. He might as well be fucking dead."

He turned his back on us, disappearing into the woods. I'd never heard him so angry. And he was right, we selfishly wasted a day now who knows where David is.

I wordlessly got up to get dressed.

"I'm sorry, Tally," Zane apologized quietly.

"No, it's not your fault, we got carried away, we made a mistake."

"Well, let's make up for it. We'll work as fast as we can, we won't waste any more time, and we'll make it there, we can do this."

"What of it's too late?" I asked.

"No matter what, we'll do everything in our power to save him."

Once dressed, we headed out to Fausto and Dasha, where Dasha was sleeping and Fausto was staring at her, smiling slightly.

I cleared my throat, announcing out arrival. Fausto looked up quickly, his face hardening, glaring at us.

"Okay, let's plan," I said.

"About time," Fausto replied.

"Fausto, you know your way around Diego?" Zane asked.

"Yes."

"So you know where they would probably have David?" I asked.

"Zane would know exactly where they would have David," Fausto said with a cynical smile.

"You mean...? They would have him where I was?" he asked.

"You really have to ask that, Zane?" Fausto said, "It was Fauntlen who captured him, and it's Fauntlen whose head of Specials in that building, that's the building where they do things that Shouldn't really be done, and I'm guessing Fauntlen is not going to just hand him to the Pretty Committee and say 'All yours!' do you?"

"I guess you're right," Zane said.

"No shit. So, now that we've got that down, whose going to go in?"

"Tally and I can't just walk in," Zane pointed out.

"And I'm sure they'd tell Dasha to get the fuck out," I said.

"So that leaves me," Fausto said. "Maybe I could bring Dasha in, saying that she needed to be Special, to Fauntlen, who would probably oblige. Then what?"

"Well, obviously if you do that, it might hold the attention of one or two people, but not enough to distract the entire ward."

"But your return might, Zane," Fausto said.

"No!" I hissed, "I'm not letting that happen."

"So you're choosing Zane over David? I always figured it was that way, but you'd think that after all David's done for you, you'd be a little more willing to help."

I had no clue where this Fausto was coming from. He was so different, and... evil. He reminded me a lot of Fauntlen.

"What the hell is going on with you, man?" Zane asked, as if reading my mind. He squeezed my hand assuringly.

"It just pisses me off," Fausto said.

"What does?" I asked.

"That your putting... everyone in danger by not caring about this like you of all people should be."

"I'm sorry, Fausto," I said.

"Just... make sure things go smoothly. I don't want anything to go wrong."

"But your brother is head Special there, what do you have to worry about?" I asked confusedly. Why was he so worried about this? Why was he worried period? Fausto has never been one to worry, he goes in and does things with a battle cry and a menacing smile.

"I'm not worried about myself, okay?" he spat.

"Oh," I said in understanding.

"Just make sure the plan is well thought out," he said. "And I don't want... her alone."

It sounded like he was having a hard time getting his words out. Did he really have feelings for her? He's never had feelings for anyone, not as a Pretty, not as a Special, and now here he was, confessing that he had a thing for a Pretty.

"She won't be," I promised. "But your underestimating her, she's capable of doing things on her own."

"I know that," Fausto said, "but if your plan does go wrong, I don't want her in danger because of it."

"Okay, okay, now let's get started," Zane said.

"I've got sneak suits, two, Zane has one, I have smart plastic, needle rings, shock sticks, hoverboards, and voice changers," I said, listing off all the things I have that could come in handy.

"Zane's too noticeable, especially to them, for smart plastic to work, Dasha and I wouldn't need it, so you'll be disguised in that, Tally, Zane you need the sneak suit, and the other two could be for Dasha and David, since I have one, but those won't be needed at first."

"Okay, but what's our plan?" I asked.

"We can have Dasha go in, like your brother did, Fausto, and demand to be a Special. That would get some attention, but enough to distract them and get David?"

"Seven o'clock," Zane said, "that's when they all eat. Almost every one of them, If you can get past guards and alarms, your in. The inside of the building would be like a ghost town."

"Perfect." Fausto said.

"Let's Go Die."

A/N: Sorry I can't update! I have strep throat and I'm not allowed out of my room! I'll post this as soon as I can!