JOHN

We're leaving today. It was not that far from Madison. Nine gave us one of his old cars, which had a sun roof. Eight wanted to drive so he got into the front seat and started the engine.

'Get Five, Johnny,' Nine boomed. 'We wanna finish this war!'

I nodded and Eight started the engine. He opened the sun roof with me sitting in the passenger seat, Sarah at the back.

For about half an hour we sat in silence, until Sarah spoke.

'So, Eight, are you and Marina together?' Sarah asked from behind.

'Well, uh, we're not really together. We're just friends,' Eight replied.

'Ya, right, man. You guys spend almost every minute together,' I laugh.

Eight's cheeks heat up. We all laugh. We continue talking about who should go out with who. After awhile Sarah fell asleep and it was just me and Eight.

'Hey, man, let's swop. I'll drive for awhile,' I said to Eight.

He nods and pulls over. I got out and stretched my legs. I put my hands on my hips and looked at the road. There weren't many cars. I was just about to walk to the other side of the car when a police car pulled up.

Shit, I thought.

A chubby policeman walked up to us.

'Do you kids have your licenses with you?'

Eight and I began looking around our pockets for our fake licenses. They weren't there.

'Hey, I know you! You're that terrorist from Ohio!' The policeman shouted.

I hit the man in the stomach and jumped into the car.

'Drive! Drive!' I screamed at Eight.

We could still hear the police sirens from behind us. Eight swerved and turned about the road. Finally, the police were out of reach and we were back on track to Madison.

Eight grinned. 'Why do you have to be so well-known?'

I started laughing.

After about half an hour we saw a sign saying:

WELCOME TO MADISON

'Finally!' Sarah had woken up.

We found the Hyatt Hotel in no time. We parked the car in front of the hotel and strolled in, Sarah's arm linked with mine.

The Hyatt Hotel was fancy. It was made completely out of glass and there were waiters all over the place. We looked around for any signs of a Loric.

Eight nudged my arm, his eyes wide, and pointed to a girl sitting by a table at the far end of the room. As I came closer, I looked at the girl's face and gasped. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She had long black hair, a pale face and grey eyes. She wore combat boots and an army shirt and pants. She sat with incredible grace.

She looked up and gestured for us to sit.

'Nice place, isn't it?' The girl said.

'Let's just cut to the chase,' Eight said firmly. He leaned in close and said, 'Are you one of us?'

She licked her lips and leaned in close. 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.'

Eight and I stood up and pulled up our pants, showing our three scars.

The girl stuck out her leg and showed her three scars. Sarah and the girl stood up.

'I'm Lailah,' the girl said.

We were about to introduce ourselves when Lailah spoke.

'You are John Smith, a known terrorist,' she looked at me, although her eyes were distant. She turned to Sarah. 'You're Sarah Hart, who's been missing for months,' Lailah turned to Eight. 'But I don't know you.'

Eight held out his hand and said, 'I'm Eight. Did you google us or something?'

Lailah grinned and said, 'No, it's one of my Legacies. I'm seriously good with electronics. And, by the way, I know where Sam Goode is.'