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Chapter 7

"Angie, go to bed," Chloe rubbed her drowsy eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

Her dark blue eyes never strayed from Darren's peaceful face. She gently brushed back stray curly lock of black hair, a soft smile gracing her face.

"I never noticed," Chloe smiled knowingly.

"What?" Angie looked back at her.

"You've fallen in love with him," Chloe laughed breathily.

"For a while now," Angie admitted.

"While you were here without us?"

Angie nodded, "We've been together for about four months before this, so really seven."

Chloe sat down beside her, leaning her head on Angie's shoulder. "Hey, he's fine, right?"

"I know. I just have a bad feeling," Angie sighed.

"We're fighting a war Ang. Everyone's freaked out. You're probably just picking up on that," Chloe reasoned.

"Probably," Angie agreed reluctantly.

"So, let's go to bed," Chloe nudged her gently. But one look at Angie's reluctant expression brought out a sigh and an eye roll. She ambled off into the darkness and returned a few minutes later with a wool blanket, wrapping it around Angie's shoulders. "Goodnight honey. Try to get some sleep, okay?"

"So, new plan?" Ashley strolled into the kitchen, and sat down next to Chloe's still body. "Chloe, wake up, we're talking."

Chloe rubbed the sleep from her eyes and let out a gigantic yawn. "Sorry, plan, right."

"Okay, that's nasty. You have jelly in your hair," Ashley sneered and separated the sticky mess from Chloe's hair.

"Like you've never fallen asleep in your breakfast," Chloe scoffed, subtly tucking the strand of hair behind her ear. "Weren't we talking business?"

"Yeah. We need to wait for Angie and Darren," Ashley leaned tiredly against Chloe's shoulder.

"We're here," Darren said, strolling in hand-in-hand with Angie.

"Okay, it's been four months since our last break-in attempt," Chloe straightened her posture, ready for business. "I have to estimate at least another five or six months before we can try again."

"Why so long?" Ashley questioned, twirling a golden curl around her finger.

"Besides the obvious," Chloe nodded towards Darren. "They're waiting for us to try again."

"And how's waiting longer going to change anything?" Angie replied.

Chloe shrugged. "We obviously need a better plan, the first one took us that long."

"I think that no matter what we do they're going to know we're coming. I mean, they caught us last time. No problem. They were ready for all of us," Ashley said in frustration. "How? How could they have possibly known?"

The silence was tense in the room.

"Could we be bugged?" Chloe spoke.

"Bugged?" Darren looked confused.

"Could me and Ashley have an implant, uh, in us, I guess, that could trace our location?" Chloe brought up unsurely.

"If that were the case, why would they not be able to find you here?" Angie pointed out.

Ashley shrugged, "What if it alerts him when we're near?"

"No," Chloe disagreed emphatically. "We were in his army, it would make sense for us to have a tracking device."

"Can we check for something like that?" Darren asked.

"Metal detector?" Chloe suggested.

"Worth a try," Angie nodded.

"There's something in your neck, both of your necks actually," Michael pushed away from the computer desk and sighed.

"Uh, gross," Ashley scoffed.

"Ditto," Chloe grinned in amusement at Ashley's reaction.

"And they are…what exactly?" Darren questioned.

"Best guess?" Michael grimaced. "Computer chips."

Everyone let out a unanimous groan.

"Can we deactivate them?" Chloe rubbed the back of her neck, trying to feel for the device.

"Yeah, probably. Morgenstein was probably counting on the fact that we wouldn't find them," Michael assured them.

"Well, let's do it to it!" Chloe clapped her hands together, raring to go.

"Not so fast," Michael held up a hand.

"What's the problem?" Ashley raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, what if they have a self-destruct mechanism? We need to be careful," Michael warned.

Chloe frowned and voiced her disagreement. "I think that either we take these things out, or Ashley and I need to leave—to protect you."

"Come on!" Darren protested.

"No, if we have trackers, we could be ambushed at any moment," Chloe pointed out.

"Just stay, let me do some tests, we'll figure it out. Calm down, okay?" Michael placed his hands soothingly on the feral's shoulders. "Okay?"

Chloe nodded and closed her eyes with a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little caged up. I think I'll go for a walk." Before she disappeared out the door, she looked back at them with her serious crystal blue eyes. "I'll be careful, I won't disappear, I'll come back."

"Soon," Michael cautioned.

Chloe nodded and left.

Quiet feet padded quickly down the hall, entering a dimly lit room at the end. The door slid open silently, and a tiny smile graced his face as he felt her presence in the room.

She knelt lightly on the bed and nestled her head in the crook of his back after a few pristine moments of pure silence, Darren frowned and turned to look into Angie's sea blue eyes.

"You okay?" he whispered in concern.

Angie shrugged.

Darren gave her a look of disbelief. "Please, how long have we been together, much less known each other? What's up?"

"I just have a bad feeling," she shrugged. "It's probably nothing. Don't worry."

Darren looked at her skeptically before sighing and kissing her forehead. "Okay, you win."

Chloe watched her breath crystallize in the frosty evening air. Stuffing her hands in her pockets, she leaned heavily against the brick wall and glanced up at the apartment.

Suddenly, a scream pierced through the thick air.

"Oh shit."