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Six POV

I don't really know this penthouse well enough to pinpoint a particular spot, so I wonder around listlessly, making a map in my head and checking for Nine at the same time. There is a large bathroom two doors down from me, convenient, but unnecessary due to the toilet connected to my room. An en suite? I've never been one for French.

I feel as though I have been walking for a while, and as I make another turn I see a sturdy brown door. It looks very… secret. I really don't have any other choice but to open it now. Curiosity is in my nature.

I slowly walk up to the door and reach for the handle. Turning it, I grunt as I heave my body against the door. It swings forward with resistance, revealing a set of stairs. I follow the stairs and come across another door. Open, push, grunt, and step through. I walk out on to the roof of the building. Nice. The weather is pleasant at the moment. Over the other side sitting on the edge, I see Nine. He looks wonderfully lonely.

"Hey." I announce myself.

He slowly turns around as I approach him. Climbing on the rail to sit by him.

"I'm sorry" he says.

"No, I should be sorry. It's just… at the time, it seemed like a smarter option than calling for help or letting him capture all of you. I didn't know what was going to happen and couldn't predict the outcome so I…"

"You let yourself be captured"

"Yes"

We sit in silence for a few minutes. Clouds gather overhead and cry soft rain.

Later

We spent a little more time on the roof, just sitting next to each other. My hair is damp and I look like a wet rat. Beautiful.

Currently, the gang is sitting in the living room, watching a TV show called The Brady Bunch. It looks pretty old. Ella really enjoys it though.

The plan for this afternoon is to head to some old lake about 40km from here. This was where Eight left his chest years ago. Hopefully it is still there.

After lunch we all pack in to one of Nine's cars, a light blue truck, and drive off. John is driving with Sarah next to him. I'm sitting next to Nine and Marina. Eight and Ella are in the back. 6 Loric left. How depressing.

It starts raining and my mind travels back to earlier this day. When Nine and I were on the roof, how wonderfully awkward that moment was.

John pulled over in to a shady park and shut off the engine. We all hopped out and made our way to the only lake in sight. Eight hungrily eyed it and quickened his pace. He stands for a moment, surveying the area, then walks 17 paces to the left and squats down.

"Could you pass the shovel?" he says.

Sarah brings it over to him and he begins digging. And digging. And digging.

After around half an hour of digging I am incredibly bored and begin to lose hope. I turn away and head back to the car.

"I've got it!" a surprised cry comes from behind me.

The air shifts.

"I've really found it!" Eight exclaims, "I thought for sure the Mogs would have found it by now, they're stupider than we give them credit for."

Something is unsettling about this situation.

I swing around to look at the chest. It is similar to everyone else's, with a different emblem. But something is not right. I can't put my finger on it.

Eight opens the chest and begins to paw through it. His cepan is dead so there is no need for dual opening. Not right. Not right. Not right.

I run towards the chest and grab it from him. Eight gives an indignant cry of 'Hey!' as I run towards the river. Tick tock. Tick tock.

I thrust the chest towards the river and let it fall, before running back to the car, unconsciously turning invisible. Not fast enough.

The chest explodes mid-air and sends everyone to the ground. A sharp pain hits the center of my forearm. I ignore it. Everyone is on the ground. Are they alright?

"Jesus!" Nine yells from the grassy floor. "What the hell! A trap!"

I turn visible. "Is everyone alright?"

There is a chorus of 'fines' as everyone gets to their feet.

"How did you know it was rigged?" Eight queries as we make our way back to the truck.

In truth, I have no idea. Was it the two long years spent being tested and tried and tortured? Every time a new torture awaited me, I could feel it. There is a word for that. Intuition? Sixth Sense? Ironic.

"Instinct." I reply.

"That's some good instinct" Sarah adds, "Thanks, Six."

We load in to the truck and make our way home, defeated and uneasy. Eight pipes up, "So, explain this instinct thing to me. I mean, I know what instinct is, but how did you deduce that the chest was a set up?"

"Um. I guess it was pretty simple. What Mog would leave a chest untouched? There is no way your hiding spot would last so long, not with them tracking most of us fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were following us now." I state.

"Following us now." Nine says. "John, make a left turn here. Great. Everyone out of the truck and in to that silver one over there."

We swiftly change cars and this time Nine takes the wheel. He passes a small control pad to John and instructs him to press a green button on his command.

"Yes." Nine says calmly.

Behind us the old truck explodes. All that is left is a burn mark on the tar. Who knew that Nine had so many backup vehicles? Can all of his cars explode? That thought makes me shiver, we were sitting in a bomb.

Time passes slowly and I think I fell asleep at one point. I am shaken awake by the car lurching to a stop. Great driving skills, Nine.

We pile out of the car and towards the lift.

Sarah POV

The group makes its way up to the elevator. I step in last and John pushes the button for the penthouse, using a special key card that Nine issued him with. We are halfway up. Something is missing.

"Where is Six?" I ask

Everyone looks around and faces pale within seconds.

She is not in the elevator.

Are there any suggestions for where this story should go?

I have a vague idea and a few chapters, but am struggling beyond that.

Ideas would be much appreciated.

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