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Erin quickly rushed into the base, not caring to say hi to poor little Thomas, who scratched the back of his head in confusion, "Is something wrong, Dusty?"

"I just saw the signal." Erin said, doing her best not to look like a fish gasping for air. She ran faster than she ever thought she would have. If they all really were in one place, God knew she had to get there quick, they were prone to going at each other's throats, "Are they ready?"

Thomas gave her a look, as if he was just as confused, before he snapped his fingers, nodding, "Yeah, that's right! They're all waiting in the cave." He mumbled, nearly tripping over himself in order to follow Erin across the room.

Erin nodded, having not really liked the nickname of the official meeting room, but when you worked with only boys, you're lucky that they didn't name it something else, "It's incredible that this door is still standing." She couldn't help but mutter, waiting patiently for Thomas to fish the key to the door out of his pocket.

While it might have been a bit melodramatic, but Erin found it necessary to lock the cave's door during meetings. The only way for the door to open to let anyone out is by having Zig contact Thomas from inside, speak the pre-ordained pass code, and then wait for Thomas to let everyone out.

Again, melodramatic, but after the previous meetings that have been here, it was more than necessary.

"Alright, if someone needs me, you know the drill."

Thomas nodded, finally pulling out the right key to the door, before stopping, "What if they're not with the gang?"

Erin gave him a look, before tossing him one of the stolen guns, "Ain't it obvious? Kill on sight, Tom." Erin said, tipping her old battered cap to the boy, before disappearing behind the door, the sound of the door closing and locking behind her almost deafening.

For what it's worth, the cave looked like it was in better shape than it used to be. With a meeting table at least triple the size of the one in her room, surrounded by nice wooden chairs, each one having been occupied, besides the one at the end. At the end of the table sat a large plush red velvet chair with gold rims. Zig liked to joke about how she was the queen, and how she got the throne while her knights got what was left.

Of course, Zig wasn't right. But, at the same time, she wasn't lying.

One of the boys heads shot up from there scheming, a twin's face soon after. Both boys smirked, mischievous intentions within their grey eyes, both with dyed dark cyan hair, "Well, about time, boss." they both said, putting their feet up on the table. Most of everything they did was in unison, and after years of it, it got really weird.

Another boy scowled, his ash grey eyes glaring holes into the two boys, BBQ brown hair a giant spiky mess. Knowing Max, he'd probably gotten into a fight on his way over, "Have you two no respect? Feet off the table, both of you!"

The younger boy next to him smirked, laughing lightly, his crazy green eyes and Goku-like hair spiking up, ignoring gravity, "Oh, looks like mommy Max-."

"Luke Lilian, you call me that one more time, and you won't live to see another day." Max threatened, but at this point, they all knew that he spoke only empty lies.

It was his anger that got most people.

"Calm down, Max." Another voice spoke. He sat on the other side of Max, with jade green eyes, tan skin, and messy brown hair, "They're just kids."

Max scowled at the boy, "You're too soft, Cameron." Max couldn't help but scowl, looking like he was about to go on, only to be interrupted by a loud coughing/wheezing noise.

Max looked like he was about to rip this kid a new one, only to have the anger drain right out of his expression, "You feeling okay today, John?"

John was like a copy of his older brother, Cameron, but his features were a lot softer. The twins liked to joke that John was the chibi version of Cameron. He held a small smile, his sickly pale skin looking sweaty, "Never better." He said, the medication bottles on the table in front of his proving otherwise.

"You really shouldn't push yourself, John." Another voice said. On the other side was Mathew, a good friend of Oliver's. He had dirty blond hair, dull blue eyes that wouldn't give anything away, "You'll get sick again."

"I can hold my own!" The poor thirteen year old said, before coughing violently, a bit of blood dripping onto his chin.

Next to him, a boy with sky blue eyes and white dyed hair took out a handkerchief, whipping away the blood, "There."

"Thanks, Theo." Cameron murmured, taking the handkerchief from the younger boy with a nod, John following the movement.

Erin couldn't help but grin as she took her seat, "Alrighty then, if I amy be the first to say it, it's good to see all of you in one place without threatening to blow everyone."

Everyone gave Max a look, who in turn scowled, "What?"

Erin grinned, before Zig walked in, looking all of then men over, "Evening, gentlemen."

They all nodded, each too afraid to say a word, before Zig took her seat next to Erin. She looked over two empty seats, "…Where's Kian and Tyler?"

"Kian had to help Tyler hide a body." Hank said on Erin's right, looking over his glass in a bored fashion, "Nothing new."

Erin nodded, "Anyone know when the factory brothers will be back?"

No one needed to stress over the question, however; as the door was pushed opened. Two boys stood, one older than the other. He had short red hair and brown eyes, what looked like a bloodstain on his face, and all over his black leather jacket, brown shirt and shorts. Kian's eyes reached Erin's, his eyes holding the little humor he had, "Sorry we're late, Tyler got angry."

The boy next to him, his little brother Tyler, scowled, those similar brown eyes holding the same humor, "Not my fault. They wanted to throw down. So I threw them into a trash compactor."

"And, if I hadn't walked in, you'd be the body that we have to hide." Kian murmured, before walking to sit on the chair right of Zig, giving her a nod, "My lady."

Zig scoffed, giving him a look, before Mathew sighed, giving Erin a slightly bored yet intrigued look, "So, what is it that is so important that you needed all of us here?"

"Mat's got a point," Said a rather silent person. At the end of the table, next to Theo and the now seated Kian, was a boy with dark messy brown hair, his brown eyes filled with wisdom and experience, "It must be big, if you expect us all to be here without someone leaving dead."

"You can't leave if you're dead," Max hissed, glaring daggers into the fifteen year old, "But, you wouldn't know that now, would you?"

From the other side, Dylan scowled, "Max, calm down." He murmured, before giving Luke a look, "Tell your childish father to calm the fuck down."

"Don't talk to Max like that!" Luke yelled right back, shooting straight up out of his chair like a provoked guard dog.

Erin blinked and, before she knew it, everyone was shouting and everyone. Max looked like he was about to throw Dylan into the wall, Luke looking like he was ready to help. Jake and Jacob slapped each other across the face for fun, at least, Erin assumed so.

Just general chaos, as per usual.

Erin sighed, before nodding towards Zig, "Whenever you're ready…" She murmured, covering her ears.

Zig nodded, before slamming her hands down. The irritation and rage emanating from that single action was enough to force the room to grow silent once again. Zig seemed to glare each and every person down, daring anyone to oppose or speak out against her.

Finally, Zig nodded towards Erin, taking her seat once more, "So…" Erin started, laughing awkwardly to herself, "How's it going, guys?"

She got very mixed responses, before nodding, "Alright, now that that's out of the way, I'm only gonna say this once, so listen up."

"Hurry up and fucking say it then." Max grumbled, making Luke laugh lightly, only to be silenced by Zig's glare.

"Well, I'd like to start by slapping you all on the back," Erin said with a grin, "You guys make this gang work. I know that we don't all see each other much-."

"I wonder why." Tyler snickered from his chair, only to be silenced when Kian elbowed him in the gut, hard.

"Without you guys, it wouldn't be where we are now." Erin continued, watching as Jake and Jacob slapped highfives. For what reason, she didn't know, those two existed in their own shared plane of existence, "I mean, you guys make this place work. So, thanks, you guys."

Once again, she got a mixed answer, before Theo cleared his throat, "I feel honored and all…But Erin, can we please get to the point?"

"I won't be the first to turn down praise," Kian voiced, picking the dirt from under his nails, "But if that's all we're doing here-."

"Maybe if you could keep quiet and let her talk she could tell us, eh?" Luke sneered, only to duck when a knife flew at his face, "Hey!"

"Whoops, sorry," Tyler said, shrugging, "I missed."

"Try that shit again, I dare you." Max growled, looking like he was ready to jump over the table at this point.

"Can we not do this again?" Cameron muttered, before gesturing to Zig, who looked like she was ready to bury them all alive and call it a day.

"Well…You guys remember Gold, right?" Erin asked, trying her best to pull the conversation back onto the path.

"The asshole guy that rules over the underground?" Luke asked, only to have Max hit him in the back of his head, "Hey!"

"Watch your mouth, young boy." Max growled, only to have Cameron scowl.

"Says the sixteen year old who made the poor guy like this."

Max growled, "Says the seventeen year old who can't take care of his brother right."

Cameron stood up, growling, "Don't you dare bring John into this-."

"Both of you watch your mouth." Zig growled lightly, all of the people cowering ever so slightly, "Or so help me, I will break you both."

Erin couldn't help but laugh lightly, before going on, "So…how do I explain this…Gold's after us."

The table was silent, before Mathew coughed, "Sorry?"

"What part of I'm not repeating myself do you not understand?"

"You can't just drop a bomb like that on us, Erin!" Hank shouted, his voice slowly getting quieter towards the end of his statement, sinking into his chair under the powerfully terrifying glare of Zig.

"For once…I agree with Hank." Max growled lightly, "How have we not heard about any of this until now?"

"Well…That's complicated." Erin murmured, rubbing the back of her head.

The twins sighed, before Jake murmured, "Well, if you can get a hold on it-."

"Then that means that we can, too." Jacob finished, nodding.

"I can second…Or, I can third that." Tyler put in, gaining a look from his big brother, "What?"

"Well, she can't explain if you three keep talking now, can she?" Kian murmured, before nodding towards Erin, "Please, do go on."

Erin nodded, before holding her head, wondering how and what to say, "Well…He wants control of the gang. He made a deal with us to get him money; but he crapped out on us."

"Sounds like Gold." Cameron murmured.

"So, what happens now?" Tyler asked, "I mean, what happens if we can't get him the money?"

"Well, what happens is what will happen." Erin murmured, before leaning forward a bit, "Gold's going to come after us."

Just like that, the table was thrown into utter chaos. The twins had begun to freak out, shaking each other in fear, while everyone else began to shout again.

"We're screwed I tell you, screwed!"

"What will we do now!?"

"I'm too young to die!"

"Quack quack, we're gonna go splat!"
"Why do I feel teeth on the toe of my shoe!?"

"CALM DOWN, ALL OF YOU!"

Erin couldn't help but smirk, as the table slowly began to quiet down again, "I don't know how I'd be without my regulator over here." Erin said, throwing her arm over Zig, only to have Zig glare at her, pushing her arm off.

Erin laughed nervously, backing off as quickly as humanly possible, "Okay then, I've got a plan, but I want to know if you guys have got a plan."

"I've got one." Max murmured, "Real easy, one simple word."

"Of really? And whatever could that be?" Tyler murmured, having had hated the guy since he first met him, "Please, do tell."

"Run." Max scowled, before giving Erin a look, "Why don't we just run? I mean, just have all of the boys run for it."

"Free-for-all." Jake and Jacob murmured in sync, the two of them slapping high fives.

Erin scowled, "That's not ethical, nor is it logical."

"For once, Erin's got a point." Mathew joked lightly, "I mean, even if we managed to ditch the boys, where do we go? Gold rules over all."

"You are completely missing my point." Erin deadpanned.

Max groaned, "Well, what can we do then? I mean, is Erin going to go and become Jesus, somehow going to save us all?"

"Hush, all of you." Cameron sighed, before turning to face Erin, "So, boss, tell us. What do you have planned?"

Erin frowned, before folding her hands, interlocking fingers, "I've got a plan, but I doubt you'll like it."

Hank huffed, a smirk on his face, "What's the worst that could happen?"

"We need to begin training the boys."

Just like that, Hank's face fell, "…Oh…"

"So wait a moment, hold it all up." Theo murmured. For the the most soft-spoken, youngest leader here, he was treated like a child, regardless. But, when he made an effort to speak, all went silent, "You mean to tell me that we've got to train over four hundred boys-."

"Oh, much more than that." Zig murmured, only to be cut off by Theo once again.

"I mean, we don't even have the materials needed to do that; much less the time and space we'd need for it." Theo finished.

Jake scratched the back of his head, "Well, you see-."

"-It's not all like that." Jacob finished.

Luke snapped his fingers, "That's right! We've still got the basement, right?"

The basement was under the main base, where all of the stored away items were kept. But, due to a tiny mistake, the basement was built a lot bigger than it needed to be.

"We do have extra space down there. Right, Cameron?" John asked, his voice soft from strain, only to have Cameron nod.

"Yeah, we do. But, we don't have the guns and other weapons needed." Cameron reasoned.

Erin nodded, before looking at Hank, "Tonight, I want the entire night squad with me; we'll take care of our gun supply."

"And what do we do?" Jake and Jacob asked at once, making Dylan jump slightly, only to glare lightly at Theo as he laughed.

"I want the day team to begin training their men." Erin said, looking at Kian, "Can you do that?"

Kian nodded, "I'll be ready to whip them into shape." Kian insisted, before giving the day team leader a look, "Correct?"

The twins nodded, throwing their thumbs up, "You've got it, boss!"

"Oh, this is gonna be fun!" Tyler said, doing a little fist bump into the air.

Cameron nodded, before asking, "Maybe I could also train John's part of the gang? He's been having fever spikes often as of late."

"Why is he here if he's sickly AND contagious?" Luke muttered, only to have Max slap him over the head, hard, "OWW, FUCK!"

"I can do it." John groaned, coughing once more, "I mean, that new kid that got assigned to my group, what's his name...Oh yeah, Willy; he's a really good guy. He's getting a hold of it all." He then laughed lightly, "I mean, if I die, Willy can take over."

Cameron scowled, before lightly slapping him in the head, "Don't talk like that." He murmured, before looking at Kian, "Is there anything else?"

Erin shook her head, "Nah, it's cool. The night team needs to say, but the day team can go if you need to."

She looked to Zig, who shot up from her chair, "Finally." She mumbled, walking over to the door. She did a series of knocks (Erin was positive that it was a video game song, but there was no way for her to be sure) of the door. Seconds later, a loud resounding click sounded, signalling the door being unlocked.

"Thanks, Dusty." Cameron nodded, before helping John up, "Come now, slowly."

The two siblings left, before the twins stood up, "well, we should get going as well."

Max sighed, "really now? And, do tell, what do you need to do?"

Jake sighed, "Isn't it obvious?"

"We'll only fourteen for a year," The said in unison, before getting up, slowly walking for the door, "Gotta do the stupid shit now!"

Before they could be stopped, both were out of the room, the door wide open. Kian sighed,

giving Erin an almost irritated look, "I will never understand how or why you allow them to stay here."

Erin shrugged, "I can't turn anyone down, simple as that." She murmured, before looking at him and Tyler, "You guys don't need to stay, you know. The rest of the meeting is for the night team."

Kian looked ready to protest, only to have Oliver's head pop in, a bored and annoyed look on his face, " 'ey, Kian; it's Jack. 'e's wrecking shit again."

"Damn problem kid." Kian sighed, sounding like a grandpa as he got up, I can fix it." He murmured, before pulling Tyler with him, "Come on, we'll need your hammer."

Tyler nodded, the small ten year old waving goodbye, before leaving. Theo sighed, "I still can't believe that Tyler's two years younger then me; but I'm still treated like the child."

"Oh, that's because you act like a child!" Luke cooed pinching his cheek, "Ga ga goo!"

Just like that, Theo grabbed his wrist, before twisting it behind Luke's head, "Ga ga goo me one more time; and I'll pop your arm out of its socket. Got it?"

Luke squirmed, "Max, help me!"

Max smirked, "I would, but you did that to yourself." He said, "Also, I don't want to suffer the wrath of Theo."

Luke moaned out in pain, only to have Dylan's hand appear on Theo's shoulder, "Theo, stop."

Theo growled lightly, only to finally let go, "Fine…Only because you said so."

"Hmm." Dylan murmured, before giving Erin a look, "So, Erin, what do you plan?"

Erin smirked darkly, her feet up on the table, before pulling her gun out, looking it over, "From what I know, the night team pulls more silent heists then I can count."

"Well, you don't math to well." Max murmured, only to have Erin, aimed for his forehead, firing. Max flinched, only to feel his hair move. He felt the area, only to feel a straight line cut into the side of his head, "Oye!"

"Anyway," Erin murmured, "Before I was interrupted, let's go over the plan of what's going down; yes?"

Meanwhile, only a few miles away, a darker building stood.

Inside stood many men, surrounding a circular table, with a certain man sat at the table, pounding at the table, "What do you mean 'we still can't find her'?"

One of the men gulped, before murmuring, "We've been trying to look for her for too long now! She's either dead, or she's hidden well."

"There's no way that we've run out of leads already!" Crayden growled, slamming his hand onto the table, "I will not accept that, sir! I want all of you out to look for her, and I want her found! Hell, I want her found a week ago! Do you men hear me!?"

"Sir, yes sir!" The men yelled, before they all dashed out.

Crayden, now alone in the room, growled lightly, before pounding the table once again. On the table sat a map of London, with many circles crossed out with red, along with many pictures of populated places, each with a person circled in each one. Some of the people were crossed out, the rest holding question marks.

Crayden growled, "Damnit; dammit all." He growled, "How do you find a girl who should be easy to find; when you don't know where to look!?"

"Maybe I could be of some assistance."

Crayden jumped lightly, turning around, before scowling, "What do you want, boy?"

The boy smirked, light blue eyes filled with crazed insanity, "Well, I want to help."

Crayden laughed lightly, "The last child to speak to me I such a way-."

"Is not the same as the one speaking to you." The boy said, pale blond hair messy slightly, "Unlike him, I'm here to offer my services. I know that you're after her, and to be honest, so am I."

Crayden scowled, "And, do tell, what would a boy know about finding a pyromaniac?"

He scowled, "Do NOT call me a boy, I'll have you know that I'm 20!" He growled, before clearing his throat, "I'll have you know that, without me, you will never come close to finding Erika 'Dusty' Ackerman. But, with my help, you've got a chance."

Crayden gave him a look, "…Who are you, boy?"

He scowled, "Earl Trancy."

Crayden huffed, "An earl? Funny, just like the other boy."

Alois smile twitched, "I came here to help you, good sir." He growled, before slowly composing himself, "You can either accept my help or, I'll be forced to become more...persuasive."

Crayden laughed, "Very cute. But, I do not have time to entertain you, now be off if you're only going to be a nuisance!"

Alois smirked, before looking at something behind Crayden, "Claude, make Mr. Crayden here reconsider."

Just like that, Crayden was grabbed by an unknown force, before throwing him back, slamming him into the desk. The elder man groaned, only to have his collar be grabbed roughly, pushing him up against the wall.

Gold eyes flashed before Crayden's, "Please do reconsider, sir." Claude murmured, looking slightly bored, "I'd hate to have bloodstains on my new coat."

Crayden gulped, before Alois asked, "Well?"

"I'll…I'll join. I will accept your help."

Alois clapped, "Splendid!" He said, before his smile darkened, "One more pawn; the last pawn."

Alois then stalked over to the map, the other men giving him and his butler a wide berth as he took a seat on the table, "Where are you hiding, Erin?"

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