Hello! School = pain. Had a test today, first bloody day and we are having tests! #FirstWorldProblems! Oh well, it was my birthday today! Yay.
Tom was bored. It had been two days since the whole Joe incident and nothing had happened. Right now he could be upstairs, at school, sitting at the back of the class and playing on his DS or something. Instead he was in the base, watching his friends take part in strenuous activity while he was dying of heat and hunger. The fans in base had broken as well as the lift and either it was him walking up 10000 stairs, Stella closed the old KORPS base a while ago, or staying down in the base – he knew what he would rather do. Rachel and Olivia decided to go up the stair, tell who ever they were back from work experience for a bit and sit in class. Stella was also needed in the M.I.9 HQ to plan their 'next move' leaving Tom in the base. He had run out of biscuits a while ago as well as water. The guys on Coms weren't helping either, constantly having drinks of water, the one thing they were allowed a constant supply of, apart from brutality.
"Right, I'm going. I'll keep my communicator so I can hear what's happening but that is it!" Tom was going to risk the stairs, if he did at the top – oh well, he could die in the nice cold air!
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An hour later and he was 538 stairs up.
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He was finally up the stairs. Two hours and 1284 stairs later he was in the art store cupboard. Frank liked store cupboards! Unfortunately, as soon as he was up the stairs, he found his pencil was going off. He pressed the rubber and answered.
"Tom. It is Stella. Lift is working, get down here now." Tom groaned at the pain of having to get up.
"If you don't come, your computer is dead meat!"
"Fine! Shall I get Rach and Liv?" He asked.
"No, they can't come down, it isn't safe!" Stella sounded panicked. Suddenly he could hear nothing form his pencil. He got up, despite the pain in his legs, and ran down the stairs of the school and to the store cupboard. The lift shot down and he ran out, only to find a shit load of people, in the MAFIA uniform.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," He mumbled to himself. They were all facing him, all pointing guns. He recognized three of the people. Dan, Joe and Frank, in their disguises obviously.
"Tom, they were forced!" Keri shouted through the Com's piece in his ear.
"First of the many battles then?" Tom asked. They weren't going to answer though and he knew it. He got into a fighting stance he had seen everyone else do millions of times before, only hoping they weren't actually planning on fighting. Tough luck then because before he knew it, he was on his back and they were gone.
"If that was all they came for, why?" He questioned. He suddenly realized, he hadn't seen Stella. If she was held captive again. Last time it took most of the team a while to recover physically and emotionally, how long would it be this time?
Really bad – oh well :-)