Dylan's POV

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We drove to the train station (which took us three quarters of an hour; because the town was so far away) and got there just in time to catch the train. The journey seemed to be very long, and I would have been bored to tears, if it hadn't been for the fact that I was about to jump up and ram my head into the nearest wall. The whole of my mind was screaming, "I'm not ready for this! I can't do it. I can't act like I haven't seen this before, or like the whole of this sickens me!"

It took us an hour and a half to get to London, so we stopped to get a takeaway meal from KFC, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to eat a single thing, then Lesley took us over to his friend's apartment. It was at the bottom of one of those massive sky scrapers that are full of apartments.

"This is my friend's house," He said, stating the more-than-obvious.

According to Lesley, there were tonnes of Zytons who lived off campus, and helped search for other Zytons.

The door opened, and a short, fat man with greasy hair greeted us.

"Lesley! It's great to see you again!"

"Hi, Larry!" Lesley grinned, and then went back to being all business-like, "Now, were running late, so we'll have lunch in the car," He held up the bag of KFC food.

"Excellent! Let's get going!" Larry said, and marched us all into the garage, at the bottom of the building. A van was parked there waiting for us. Larry unlocked it and we got in.

The van was spacious; the front seat was basically a not-so-comfy-more-car-like sofa. The middle and back seats were just the same. The only windows in the van were the front window, and the ones either side of it (so that Larry could actually drive, without crashing into something) and they were tinted so that no one could see in.

Larry was driving and Lesley was sitting next to him, so I nabbed the back seats, where I would be able to think in peace. Lizzie and Andy were left with the middle seats, which Lizzie didn't look happy about.

We polished off the KFC in record time, or rather, everyone else did; I'd suddenly lost my appetite. The others had several animated discussions, about all sorts of things. They seemed fine with the fact that we were a few hours away from kidnapping some innocent teenagers, even if we were saving them from the government. They didn't seem to notice how little I was taking part, but I didn't mind. The journey was taking a long time, like everything was delibrately going slower to allow me to torture myself even more.

Around two hours later, Larry stopped to refuel, and Lesley climbed into the back to talk with the rest of us, and me in particular.

"Now, Dylan, this is your first ever collection mission, so it's OK to be nervous," He reassured me, "We've already approached Erin, Fire and Jam, but they didn't believe us when we told them that they were Zytons, and that the government wants to kill them. Unfortunately, one of our spies inside of the government says that they have been found, so the government will move any day now to try and kill them, which leaves us with no more choice than to take them by force,"

They refuse to believe that they were Zytons? Well, who wouldn't? But if all of what Lesley had said was true, then it explained the way they knew that we were coming to 'collect' them, in the vision and why we were taking them by force; if the government knew where they were, then we couldn't take forever with the gentle approach. I nodded at Lesley to show I understood. "Great!" He said, and then started talking with the other two, leaving me to think things over. I bit my lip; I still didn't think it was right to do this, but I wasn't going to tell anyone that.

We arrived outside the disused park, just after half past four. Larry dropped us off, and drove to a street about a mile away, so he could easily drive back to pick us up once we were done here. I shivered, thinking of the vision, and glanced towards the place I'd been standing then.

Lesley came over, and handed me a long coat, which went down to my thighs and a balaclava that covered everything but my eyes. I glanced over at Andy and Lizzie, who I'd called Tally and Shorty in my vision. Lesley directed us over to the bush, and we crouched behind it. I looked at my watch. 4:40, five minutes to go.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Erin, Fire and Jam came into view. They looked nervous, and were trying to make a joke or something, but it wasn't working. They came nearer, falling silent quickly, all attempts at humour gone. I readied myself to jump up, as the came closer to the park gate.

Lesley signalled for us to get ready. He counted down on his fingers. Just when his fingers reached zero, and we jumped up, they passed the gate.

I don't really want to go through what happened again, so I'll skip that part. All I have to say is that, no, the gun Lesley had, did not have bullets in, only tranquilizer darts.

Once Andy and Lizzie had gotten Erin and Jam into the park, and laid them on the grass, Lesley phoned for Larry to come. Lesley came over to us once he'd done that. He looked troubled.

"They knew that we were there," He said to us.

"I know, the way they ran off immediately, rather than checking who it was first. But I can't see how they could have." Lizzie added, as Larry came into sight. We were using the van to drive back to campus in- we couldn't exactly drag three unconscious people with us around a train station, could we?

Lesley nodded. I frowned to myself, they had probably guessed we were there because we'd approached them before. I pushed my doubt to the back of my mind, and helped the others get them into the back of the car. They weren't going to get killed by the government, and that was all that really mattered.

"They'll have to sit in with you, Dylan, if you don't mind. We can't exactly let them roll around in the boot."

If I didn't mind having three unconscious teenagers sitting next to me, even if I did feel strongly about one of them? Of course I did! But I just nodded and climbed into the seat next to them.

Erin was right next to me. I sighed. This was going to be a long journey. Half way there, Erin slipped of the seat and onto my lap. I tried propping her up next to me again, but she slipped back over immediately, so I gave up. Thankfully, the other two stayed put, so I could sit memorising Erin's face without disturbance. I couldn't believe that I had finally met her, or rather; I couldn't believe that I was seeing her, outside of my visions of the future/past, as meeting her only really counted when she was awake.

I looked between everyone's shoulders out of the front window, and wondered, once again, if I really was with the good guys. I wondered what would happen if I wasn't. And if I had been captured by the bad guys, what extremes they would go to, to keep me? If what they said about the government was true, and we really were being hunted, my life was going to be hard anyway, but if these guys were secretly evil, then I really was in trouble. I bit my lip and glanced down at Erin, then at Fire and Jam. If I was in trouble, then so were these three, and I'd help get them into this mess. I sighed softly, and turned back to the window, wondering what the future had in store for us all.