"Hurry up Princess!" Delta was still in bed, yet he was yelling at me to get up?
"Up, dressed, and reading the final chapter in our handbook!" I yelled back. I felt groggy for some reason, like I had not gotten enough sleep.
Cannon stuck his head through the curtain. "New hairstyle, Princess?"
I frowned and looked in the mirror. Normally I just let my hair ripple down my back, or for workouts I pull it in a long braid down my back. This morning I had done it in a ponytail that I had low to the nape of my neck, to the left side. My hang hung limply down my left shoulder, over my chest.
Whatever.
I kicked up and opened the curtains. The guys were doing morning routines. Glory was brushing his teeth with one hand, and lifting a weight in a slow curl with the other.
Delta was cracking his beck and shooting his silent dart gun at flies against the wall.
Cannon was lying on the bed, using his laser to scratch his name on the ceiling.
"Glory, you're buff enough as it is. Delta, that's what a fly swatter is for. And Cannon that's vandalism!...can I do it?" I plucked my laser out of my belt and flopped next to him.
I pointed it up on low heat and it began blackening the wooden ceiling.
We both spelled our names out.
Cannon
Silver
"Show off." He laughed as I began shading in the star next to my name to look 3D.
"Don't be sore. I'll do a symbol for you. Do you want a flower or a ribbon?"
"A weightlifter."
I began etching the little figure with my laser.
I blew over the laser's pen opening in the old gun-slinger motion. "Am I good or what?"
"Or what. Come on, I'm hungry." Delta fired, and missed, the last fly on the wall.
We rolled out of our cabin and toward the cafeteria
"Whoa. Is that a hickey?"
"What?!" I looked where Delta was staring at my head.
I took out my watch and pushed aside the lock of hair on my temple. I frowned in surprise. A hickey like stain was there!
Glory laughed. "Something you want to tell us Silver?"
"That's weird." I examined it closer.
"It's not a hickey." Cannon leaned in on it. "I'm an expert and I assure you it's not."
"Gee thanks. I knew it wasn't." I checked it more closely.
"It looks like you had a suction cup or something there." He tilted his head.
A flash triggered in my mind. Of someone sticking a plastic cup to it and hitting a button.
"How does a brain wipe work?" I asked Delta without thinking.
He paused. "It pushes your memories to the back of your brain, where you can't access it without a trigger."
I was not sure what I had forgotten, but I must have some type of clue on me.
We continued walking, not talking about anything in particular, just challenges.
I shoved my hand in my pocket. I had my swiss army knife, my rubber band for my hair, the paper with coordinates we had taken the first day of searching. What is missing.
It was like a memory game almost. Something must have happened last night, and I was brain wiped. I discovered it instantaneously.
My anti-truth serum pill was gone.
I must have been questioned last night by Agent One or something. I must have taken the pill to avoid being killed and they brain wiped me.
The chilling thought turned my lips numb. I looked around camp. SITs walked about happily. The only thought on their minds was today's challenge.
I gritted my teeth. There was something bigger than us going on and I intended to find out what it was!
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