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Aria's POV

I threw another roll of bread at the new guard, glaring. "Where's the guard?"

"I'm right here, obviously," he said monotonously, tossing the bread back. "Now eat. Boss said she wants you fed."

"Aw, tell her that she's just the sweetest thing!" I mocked. "Where did she take him?"

The man shrugged, pushing the tray of food in front of me. "There. Now eat."

"No," I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Eat."

"No."

"Eat!"

"Nope."

"Eat the damn food!" he yelled.

I smirked and took a large gulp of the water before throwing the tin can at him. "Never."

He stood up from his seat, causing it to fall back. I didn't like this guy. He wasn't even that fun to tease. "If you don't eat, I'll kill you."

"If you don't get me to eat, your boss is gonna kill you."

He slapped me. Hard. "I don't care what she does, little girl. Because when I'm done with you, you'll be begging you were dead."

I yawned, stretching my aching limbs. "Been there. Done that. Anything I should be worried about?"

He shot me a malicious grin. "How about your uncle? Joe Solomon, am I correct?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Are you?"

He went on as if I hadn't spoken. "It'd be a shame if we killed him too. He was a good agent."

"Too good for you," I remarked. "Face it. You can't get anything out of me. It's not like I have anything to lose."

"Oh, let's just see about that."

His smile was pure evil. It gave me chills, just looking at it, and I was scared to know what cards he was playing at. He pressed a button and I heard a voice that I never thought I'd hear again.

"Aria..."

I looked around, squinting in the dim lighting. "Annabelle?"

Jess's POV

The ride was uncomfortable. We all had to pile into one helicopter with two depressed teenagers, three very unhappy Gallagher Girls, and four oddly silent Blackthorne Boys.

Tristan spent his time glaring at the floor of the helicopter, while Dawn proceeded to ignore everything Mr. Solomon said.

It was times like these when it came in handy to love flying.

I pulled a parachute on and slid the door open with ease. As soon as I felt the wind rushing at me, I smiled and turned to Dawn, who pointedly turned away from me as if knowing my intentions.

I sighed. "Dawn, don't ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring anyone," she snapped.

Mr. Solomon raised an eyebrow. "Well, Ms. Kinsley, I believe you were ignoring me."

She didn't answer him. "Take the bag off, Jess."

I shook my head. "You're jumping with me, or I'm pushing you out. Your choice."

"Jessie," she whined. "I don't want to."

"That's just too bad, now isn't it?"

Without my consent, Mr. Solomon reached over and pulled me back into my seat. "Hey! That was uncalled for."

"You can jump after the lesson," he told me. The strict tone in his voice made it hard for me to resist. So I huffed and leaned back in my seat, waiting.

"What was the first thing I said to you this morning, Ms. Walters?"

Tina looked up at him. "Mistakes are fatal."

He nodded. "Mistakes can either cost you time," he paused. "Or they can cost a life."

I could practically feel Dawn shooting daggers at him. Kat was sound asleep next to a snoring Bex. I guess the fights have been keeping them awake.

"It costs so much more than one life."

We all heard the quiet statement as if it was screamed. But when we turned to Dawn, she was looking out at the ground.

"Dawn-" she cut Cammie off.

"Do you really believe it only takes away from one life, Mr. Solomon?" Dawn questioned. By then, all eyes were on her.

Our teacher stared back at her, not willing to back down. "Ms. Kinsley..."

"Well? Do you? Because I sure as hell know that it isn't only one life."

"Shut up, Dawn," Kat snapped.

Dawn turned her head towards Kat and glared. "You know it's true, Hurricane."

She said Kat's codename as if it were nonsense. "Dawn, stop."

My gaze cut to Tristan, who was narrowing his eyes at her. "Just stop."

"No," Mr. Solomon interjected. "Let her speak."

Dawn studied him for a moment before looking straight at Cammie. "Mistakes will never only affect one person. They hurt everyone around, too."

"I-"

"Don't act like it isn't true, Zachary." she spat. "We all know the answer anyways."

Dawn turned to me, almost pleading with her eyes. "Can we go now?"

I nodded, unable to say anything. Unable to do anything else. "Alright. We can go."

And with that, we jumped.

The air rushed against my face, making it hard to breathe until I got used to it. I gave a thumbs up to Dawn, who looked the slightest bit scared.

She hesitantly mirrored the gesture, before holding out three fingers. Then only two. When she dropped one more finger, we pulled the strings on our packs, and the parachutes came out simultaneously.

A minute later, we were landing. I felt my feet hit the ground and stayed standing, while Dawn sat down, complaining. "Now I remember why I hate skydiving so much. It makes your legs feel like jelly."

I shrugged. "You'll get used to it."

The helicopter landed thirty feet away, and the class piled out, led by Mr. Solomon.

"You mission today is a hard one. But that's exactly why I chose this group to do it. We will be pairing up, so grab your partners and follow me. Kat and I immediately partnered, just like always, and Dawn followed Mr. Solomon, solo.

"I told you to get a partner, Ms. Kinsley," he said.

She crossed her arms. "Well, my partner isn't exactly available at the moment, so I guess you'll just have to deal with it."

I was sure nobody had ever heard somebody speak to Mr. Solomon like that. Especially not a group of teenagers. But Solomon just shook his head lightly, turning to the group.

"What's our assignment?" Cammie asked, standing by Zach.

Mr. Solomon looked each of us in the eye. "Track Aria Evans."

Oh, snap! He's risking a lot here, isn't he? Dun Dun Dunnn!

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