Chapter 4

"Ready?" She asked swinging a bag over her shoulder.

"Ready."

"We have ten minutes to get out of here, then the SPs will be on us, every step of the way. You ready?"

"So ready."

"Let's go." She told him, they went around the cornerand into an alley. "Lift that up." She said pointing to a manhole. He looked at her. "It's the safest way." He nodded and opened it up and she dropped through landing gracefully on her feet, he on the other hand landed not so gracefully, though still -somehow- on his feet. "Let me on your shoulders. So I can close it." Wordlessly he lifted her up and set her down again. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He said almost sadly.

They resurfaced near the border where they met up with her parents. Her mother dragged her aside. "What is he doing here?" She asked almost furious.

"Mom, chill, he knows. He's one of us, he's been waiting for the right time to leave." She explained. Her mother eyed the boy carefully, something about him just wasn't right.

They rejoined the others and started their travel across the outland. It was a two day trek to the Heartbreak Hotel.

It was dark, late at night, they were close, only five hours walk left, Pop had said. Pop, that was her dad. They took shelter in an old underground station. Harry and Jackson 5 were huddled in a corner sleeping, much to her mother's dislike. He woke, there was someone else in the tunnel. Nudging her awake, he placed a finger to her lips in the darkness to signal quiet. She nodded. They woke her parents, silently trying to leave. No sooner had they left did they have a lone SP chasing them. "Split up." Called her dad. Jackson snatched Harry's hand, pulling him one way, while her parents headed the other. Deciding they were the easier catch, the SP followed the teenagers. He aimed his stungun and fired. The boy fell to the ground. The girl screamed. His name was GaGa. "Harry!"

"Run, Baby, run. I'll be fine."

With a tear streamed face Jackson 5 ran. She ran until she reached the Heartbreak. Her older sister was on watch, having a smoke.

"Jackson? Where's mom and dad."

"They got him." She sobbed softly. "They got Harry."

"Who's Harry?"

In a cell in the Global soft basement, a teenage boy cowerd before Commander Khashoggi Sr. He knew his son, got on with him quite well. He was the spitting image of his father. "Explain yourself boy, what were you doing with them?"

"Leaving. I'm sufficated here, it's full of clones, and crap."

"Well, I think we had better fix that attitude of yours. Your older sister has just started working for us. She may want to report you to your parents."

"She's my step-sister. We have different moms. We don't get along, we're not even the same skin colour! We are nothing alike!"

"Never the less, she is your sister and she is the next CEO of Global soft."

"Oh, sure, let it go to her head!"

"We had hoped you would follow in her footsteps."

"No way in hell."

The comander's wrist bleeped. He read the e-mail and left with haste muttering "I'll deal with you later."