It's been a while, so…

Onwards!

"A little help over here?" Grant calls out, as I collapse on him from loss of blood.

I don't have much time to take in my surroundings, before I'm carried into a very clean, white room that smells of antiseptic.

The last thing I remember is someone shoving a needle in my arm, and professional, unfamiliar faces hovering hazily above me.

When I wake up, Grant is wrapping gauze around my wound.

"Hey," he says, sticking the end bit on with a piece of tape.

Rubbing my head groggily, I sit up slowly. "Hey…"

He's about to call for someone, when I stop him with a hand on his shoulder. "Where are we, Grant? And you better damn well tell me right now or else I'm going to be seriously pissed off."

I don't feel like playing games right now.

Amused, Grant turns back to me with a smile playing at his lips. "I see the anaesthetics haven't dulled your temper very much."

As I frown at him, he rolls his eyes. "We're at a top-secret location."

"And…?"

"And, what?" He looks confused.

Frustrated, I ask, "So, what do you do here? What are you called? Who's in charge? Does Bex know about this? Why are we here?"

Grant's eyes widen a little as I throw all the questions I can think of at him. He looks around the medical room as if he's trying to find someone to save him from answering. "Uh…" He clears his throat. "So many questions, Cam, and so few answers."

"You're as bad as bloody Zach! Tell me now!"

"Fine, fine. We're called the Cincta."

"Sounds better than 'Top Secret Association Working Against Evil Without Almost Anyone Knowing.'"

"Yeah... we figured we needed a name. Anyway, what else did you want to know?" He pauses. "Oh, right, Bex... doesn't exactly know about this." He waves a hand around us.

Grant smiles sheepishly as I give him a reproving look. "Doesn't she wonder?"

"Yeah… but I change the subject or tell her something else."

"So you lie to your girlfriend?" I can't believe him.

"If she knew, she'd kill me, okay!" he bursts out, running a hand through his hair.

Seeing as his tone is one that doesn't want to discuss the matter any more, I repeat another question. "What do you do at this place, then, that makes it so dangerous?"

After glancing around the room, he leans a little closer. "The only people who know about us, are us. Sure, the CIA has suspicions, but we're too well hidden for them to find anything. They think I'm taking time off to… uh… relax." Grant says the word like he doesn't know what it means. "But, in reality, what we do here is so much more important than what the NSA, CIA, and the rest of the alphanet do."

I persist. "But what do you do?"

"Oh, you know, save the world. Simple things like that." Grant shrugs, sitting back in his chair. "Well, let's just say that ridding the world of drug and arms dealers is child's play to us."

I nod, about to question him further, but am cut off by a very buff, tanned man walking through the infirmary doors. And he's about fifty.

"Newman! You're back with us, I see! And you've brought a lady-friend!" he booms, clapping Grant on the back as he stands up.

I can see Grant hold back a wince. "Yeah, this is Cam. Cam, this is Lerner. Robert Lerner. He's in charge here."

Robert Lerner shakes his greying hair and looks at me. "Morgan? Ah, another good soul. What happened to your arm? Newman clearly doesn't know how to look after his friends."

I bristle at that. "I don't need someone to look after me." My voice is as hard as steel, as I stare coldly at him.

But Lerner simply roars with laughter. "Of course you don't, missy. You're a Morgan!"

Turning to give Grant a look, I see that he's holding back a laugh at my expression. I roll my eyes, resisting from whacking him, hard.

"Gunshot wound, sir. Her third one in… what… a year?"

Shooting Grant an annoyed look, I hear Lerner say loudly, "So, Morgan, living life dangerously, are we?"

Not sure what to say, I shrug and slide off the white-clad bed. "So when do I get my tour?"

Lerner gives Grant a stern look. "You haven't shown her around the place, yet?"

A few minutes later, Grant leads me out the infirmary doors, saying, "So, HQ is pretty big. We've got two labs, dorms in case we need to stay overnight, a main information room, computer lab, uhh… offices, and yeah there's a few more, but they're not so important."

Nodding to show I understand, I ask, "Who are those two over there? Why does that guy have a Brazilian flag tattooed on his back?"

Laughing, Grant replies, "It was a dare. And that's Sam King. He's thirty-eight and buffer than Spiderman. His code name is Sandy, obviously because of his hair. That woman he's talking to is Lee-Ann Chon. She won't tell anyone her age, but we guess she's roughly twenty-six. Her parents moved here from China just before she was born."

I look at the pair. Lee-Ann is tall with short, black hair which has a blue streak running down her fringe. She looks very pointy and thin.

"Who are they?" I ask, gesturing towards a pair sitting at a computer, arguing over something, as we pass the room labelled, 'Computer Lab'.

"Ricky and Mike, the resident twins. They're super smart… even smarter than Jonas or Liz."

Surprised, I notice their similarities. Jet black hair. Weirdly light-blue eyes.

Grant moves on through the enormous complex, pointing out rooms here and there. "That's Henrique. He's French, but you know that. We like to get foreign people involved in the Cincta."

Henrique is actually very good looking. He's quite short though, not that any normal person could tell while he's sitting down.

"So… where are we staying tonight?" I have so many questions, but I like to get to know things before I trust them.

Gesturing around, Grant replies, "Here." And then he adds, "Well, you are. I have to get back before Bex gets too suspicious."

"You're not going to tell them, are you?"

"No, Cam. It's better if I don't. We need your help right now."

"And what exactly do you need help with?" I enquire as we enter another room, lined with technology and beeping electronic maps and monitors.

Grant turns around to face me and grins. "This."

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