Hey y'all. It's been a while. Actually over a year.

I'm so sorry for the slow update. But I'm back now.

You may not have noticed, but I went back and edited all of the other chapters, so feel free to check them out and refresh your memory.
I know I needed to! 🌊 🌊 🌊

Six POV

Images flash under my eyelids. I can't even close my eyes to escape them. I hold my head tightly and kneel on the floor. Please. Release me. Please! The cool sensation from when marina healed me is back, spreading through my whole body. Memories that aren't mine seep in to my head. Information. I scream. Stop. Stop. Stop!

The pain is gone, did the offender hear my cry for help? Or was the offender me? I understand now, how could I have been so blind. I was right to leave the Mog base, but I was wrong about everything else. I get it. I understand.

Two minutes of pain have put everything in to perspective. My world is so clear. Thank you.

Thank you.

Nine POV

We all pile out of the elevator at the top and head for the other one, frantically pushing the button, Hurry, hurry. Eight kicks the frame, as if that would help anything. My mind is racing, what could have happened to Six? Did she pass out? Or have the Mogs taken her? How did they find us? Did the explosion of the chest trigger any alarms? It must have.

The other elevator dings back up to our floor again – who could it be? We all turn our heads and stare down the elevator.

The steel doors slide open to reveal Six, looking perfectly normal. She's fine? So why wasn't she in the elevator with us?

Everyone turns to face her, waiting with bated breath for her to say something.

"What?" she says.

"I, We, I thought.." Sarah stammers.

"I'm fine, I just left something in the car and had to retrieve it."

"What?" I enquire, livid that she can act so nonchalant about this

"None of your goddamn business." Her face is a hard mask.

Anger courses through me. How dare she! What a little shit. I don't even know her anymore. We actually took the time to be worried about her and she can't even be bothered to divulge the reason for her lack of attendance. My eyes follow her form as she retreats to her room and I head the opposite direction to the gym. I need to blow off some steam.

John POV

I honestly have no idea what just happened. Six is acting… weird. I'm still not sure if we can trust her, even after that stunt she pulled earlier today. Speaking of, how did she know that it was a trap? Nobody has that great intuition. Possibly a new legacy, or a new alliance. Whose idea was it to retrieve that chest?

Stop. No, Six is with us. They trust her. Sarah trusts her. I trust her. Do I?

I turn to follow her and stop short when I see a piece of paper on the ground. I crouch and pick it up, shuffling to my room to read it in privacy.

The top of the page is headed in roman lettering: NHL4D59S3DQ. Unfortunately, the rest is in Mogadorian. I scan a copy of the image and quickly load it on to my computer. Setting up the translation program will take me at least an hour and a half, and then it'll need another 48 hours to translate the paper. I move fast, hoping to save time by setting up the program quickly.

Where did this paper come from?

No, that's obvious. The source is Six. Maybe she grabbed it on her way out. Or maybe it is a set of instructions. Is she one of them? I have to work fast.

I turn on the penthouse's security program and locate Six in her room. She's on her old laptop, humming to herself. Nothing odd there. Who am I kidding, Six never hums. I don't think I've ever heard her hum, sing or whistle. But it's been two years, what would I know?

Sarah enters my room and sits by me, running her hand along my arm soothingly. She always knows what I need before I need it. I give her a brief smile before returning to my work, slightly leaning in to her. She lets out a sigh and leans back on me, brushing her hair from her face with her hand.

Maybe everything is wrong with the world, and maybe Six is with the Mogs, and maybe there's no hope of us ever winning this war, but right now, I don't care. I want Sarah.

The translating can wait until another day.

Six POV

Finally I am alone in my room. It's funny, when I was in the Mogadorian base all I longed for was some company, an out to escape the solitude. Now, I can't get enough of it. Where did I keep my laptop when I lived here? What did it even look like?

I ruffle around my room, it looks bare but the cupboards and drawers are stuffed with paperwork and weapons. My laptop is nestled between a handgun and some old Loric transcripts, why did I ever have those? I place the grey block on my desk and tilt the lid up, powering it on. The white logo flashes on the screen, changing colour as it loads. Hurry. Hurry.

I drum my fingers impatiently on the desk as I wait. I should sit down. Sitting is good.

The laptop finally loads and I log on to my old email, 784 unread emails and most of them from advertising companies or an electric company. I'm so popular. I sift through them, searching for the one I desire. After half an hour of reading and deleting, I still can't find the right one. Angrily, I slam my hand on the table and grunt in frustration. The joyful tone sounds, indicating a new email. I click on it, eager. It's in a code I don't recognise but can somehow read.

I know. I understand. This is what I was meant to do.

I hit reply. Ra is waiting. I am ready to serve.

So what do you think? I finally thought of a place to take the story!

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I'll try to update soon.

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