Disclaimer: I own absolutely everything in this… what? I don't own the Power of 5? Anthony Horowitz does? Well, damn, there you go, I don't own it.
Scott
Nobody noticed when Scott stepped out into the street, because it was so busy. He peered through the crowds, looking for something that would give away his whereabouts. He was immediately uneasy away from his brother, Jamie. They had finally been reunited, just to be separated again.
Scott pushed his way through the crowds. Running along either side of the wide road were tall, sandy-coloured buildings. The sun was directly overhead and it was scorching down on everyone. Scott was already sweating.
The crowds around him were all talking loudly, but not in English. Scott made his way over to some white plastic tables underneath parasols, where some touristy people were sitting.
"Excuse me?" Scott asked a woman.
"Pardon, je ne-" Scott was already walking away.
"Excuse me?" he tried again.
"Yes?" asked the startled man, in a strong English accent.
"I was just wondering where we are." Scott told him, gesturing around.
"You don't know where we are?" the man gave him a funny look. Hmmm, maybe he's ill; I've heard the heat does that to you in these places-
"I'm not ill." Scott snapped at the man. "And if I knew where we were, would I be asking?"
"No, I guess not. We're in Mecca." The guy told Scott, rolling his eyes. As if you couldn't know where we are, I mean, Mecca!
"Is that a country? Is it in Africa?" Scott asked, struggling not to hear the man's thoughts.
"No, it's not a country! It's in Saudi Arabia, in the Middle East." Scott nodded; he'd heard of that.
"Is there, like, a phone or something I could use?" Scott asked him.
"Uh, yes. See in that hotel over there, but-" Scott never heard the rest.
Scott walked right up to the fancy hotel and looked the security guard in the eye. Let me through. You never saw me. You never let anyone in this hotel.
The guard looked confused for a minute, but then his eyes glazed over and he stepped the side to let Scott past. Scott walked to the reception desk and asked for the phone. The pretty receptionist nodded blankly and handed him the phone.
Scott moved somewhere he wouldn't be overheard. Then he dialled one of the only two phone numbers he knew. One was Professor Chambers' number, but that would obviously be no help to him at all. He tried the next one.
"Hello?" said an exhausted voice.
"Matt? It's Scott. Do you know where you are?" Scott whispered, throwing constant glances around him.
"Scott! Thank God you're OK. I think we're somewhere in Australia, in the outback. What about you?" Replied Matt, sounding close to passing out.
"Wait, we? Who're you with?" asked Scott, surprised.
"I'm with Lohan. He's a Chinese triad he's helping us but-" The phone was wrenched from Scott's hand, and he was pulled into darkness.
The last thing he heard was Matt's frantic voice: "Scott? Scott are you there?"
The last thing he thought was that he had just told them where to find Matt and Lohan.
There was Scott! These chapters were just sort of introductions, so the next ones will be in different people's POVs. I'll try to make them longer, I know these ones have been really short.
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