fullasincerity: Yes, it's kind of creepy. But I've explained my side on that already, I just wanted to emphasize the strong connection between them.
FilipinoBlood: It'll be worth the wait, indeed.
BeChloeFan01: Your keyboard is very much forgiven. And I appreciate your feelings-gone-out-of-control.
Rennie Laroche, charliepollock1357, itsmefiebs, asdfg: That reunion would have sucked had Chloe turned around. I want her to have a little treasure-hunting (kind of) experience first.
avidreader: No matter how good Beca is, she still needs an entire back up team. She needed another IT expert, hence Lilly's role plus if you do remember, the only one who was really able to hurt her was that big guy during the diner attack hence Thud.
NightmareWalker: Beca has a very good reason for staying away to start with. It's not like she simply walked out, she's still keeping an eye on them especially Chloe but Beca has to stay away. And I'd love to explore that dilemma - a life without each other. I really hate stories where one is merely defined by her lover. I need Chloe to at least learn how to stand up for herself so that when she finally find Beca again, she wouldn't be the damsel in distress that she was back in Stolen.
cxcxcx386: Let's face it, Fat Amy and Aubrey are very obvious about it. LOL. Imagine more than a year had passed... people change, and change doesn't always mean something new. Besides, she needs that.
DOPE: I always find restored cars really cool. :)
MysticFalls94: After all the stories we've been through, you still ask me that? You know I love playing with readers' feelings. LOL.
Guest (Feb 18): Well, I use personal account to access other sites.
AlphonseAl: I'm so glad to see you back, dear. :)
airdr12: When you share love for GoT with someone, that's not creepy at all. When someone tells you GoT sucks, that would be the creepiest thing ever.
(SPOILER) Now let's test how good Jesse is when it comes to technology...
CHAPTER THREE: Predators
Chloe held her gaze on the dark-colored headstone where Beca Mitchell's name was neatly inscribed. She patiently waited for some kind of a miracle to happen like perhaps the ground shaking and parting away if it meant that the love of her life could somehow return to her. Sadly though, the headstone simply glared back indifferently.
"See?" she even lifted a hand to emphasize the point. "You are so unfair. I talk to you and you just look back at me with your silly blank stare, just being such a stupid quiet cricket. I told you I hate silent treatments!"
Still, she didn't get the response she was wishing for.
"And you never bothered to laugh at my jokes. They're actually funny, you know. And you weren't supposed to… die. We both made promises that night. I made it through, so you're supposed to be here too… alive. And you said we're going to live together for the rest of our lives, remember? It was supposed to be long and fun... You have to remember, Beca 'cause this, this was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a happy-"
The young heiress immediately stopped before she could choke out the last word of that sentence. She could totally go on and on about it, lay out all her valid arguments as to why Beca Mitchell was so damn unfair. But then she realized that the stupid headstone was still only glaring back at her and the sad truth was already fatally biting her – none of it really mattered anymore.
"You are so freaking unfair," she croaked and then chuckled bitterly. "Because I love you."
Damn it, still no ground shaking nor dark grey skies closing in like how a movie apocalypse should be.
"I am so in love with you that I think you're actually still alive," Chloe then confessed in the quietest possible manner she could as if it was too confidential or scandalous for the rest of the universe to hear. "Yeah, it's crazy. I mean, I'm talking to myself, for Christ's sake… I keep getting these calls, Beca. I tried conversing, but all I get is breathing. There's someone at the other end of the line listening to me, I know. And I just want to know who it is… because honestly, I have been wishing that it's you... But if not, then I'll just come back here. I'll just keep coming back here to you. It sounds stupid, but there's nothing to lose, right? I just have to give it a try. Beca, I'm sure you'd understand."
She ran her eyes over the inscription, dusted it off with her fingers, and reached for the red rose she brought for the day. Chloe tenderly planted a kiss on the tip of the rosebud, placed it delicately by the headstone, and sighed. This was the daily routine, and it's quite surprising how she hadn't grown tired of it yet.
What wasn't part of the routine though was her mobile phone ringing loudly inside her bag. How could she forget to put it on silent mode! Besides, Kimmy Jin knew the drill whenever she would visit Beca's grave; the Do Not Disturb sign was religiously hanging up on the door. The thing was when she checked on the phone screen, it wasn't Kimmy Jin's ever-serious face that was on display; it was Jesse who was calling. So eagerly, Chloe swiped her thumb to answer.
"It really is a ghost phone number!"
She didn't even have the chance to utter any form of greeting. Jesse went straight to giving her an update about the subject, talking faster and louder than necessary in pure delight. He felt useful again.
"Look, we didn't find a match. But I may have a way to track it down, Chloe."
It was all it took to keep her extremely interested, carving out a smile and nodding her head in comprehension. She cut him off with a zealous 'I'm coming over', hung up, and dashed back to her car.
Cigarette smoking and iced cold beer; they were the best combination of lunch meal, at least for Beca. She casually blew smoke rings out of her mouth while Lilly quietly worked on her laptop from the other side of the bar counter. This was exactly why the Head Phoenix hired her for the job – Lilly seemed to have Jesse's expertise but lacked the headache-infusing chaos that went along with Fat Amy's presence. Some sort of inner peace moment, finally. Although Beca would never admit it, there was something about this incredibly picture-perfect silence that made her miss the big fat blonde with the annoying thick Australian accent.
"You okay, Mitchell?"
Beca turned to Cynthia-Rose who was standing next to the Asian IT expert, and as a response to the question she had deemed unnecessary, she blew out tiny double rings of smoke. The old Phoenix deliberately rolled her eyes and shook her head in disregard. She should have known she wouldn't be able to squeeze out a proper answer from the monster.
"Food," Thud, accessorized with a Pandemonium apron and a chef's toque, came in with a tray on hand and placed a plate of dish on the bar counter. "Lobster rolls, everyone. Not as good as boss' but it's… edible… I think."
"Don't call me that," muttered the Head Phoenix.
"Really, Beca?" CR complained. "You talk to him, but not to me?"
"At least you know what to call her," the big guy argued settling on one of the bar stools.
Beca, nevertheless, shrugged her shoulders just to irritate the other. She went on to eat a piece of lobster roll which tasted great, surprisingly. So Thud did a lot better than expected. It seemed like somebody else on the team could cook pretty well. Gone were the days when it was just Beca. Good, she thought. It should feel that way – good, just that and nothing else.
"I've got bad news," Thud gawked at a communication device clutched in his hand. "Another ambush. I just got a message from Memphis. Three Phoenixes were killed by a team of Syndics last night."
"Do you have the names?" Lilly asked but only received a confused expression from the guy for an answer.
And so CR let out a heavy sigh. Was she the only one who could make out this lady's words? "She's asking if you have their names."
"Here," he nodded his head positively and handed the communication device over.
"Wait," the old Phoenix scanned through the names displayed on the screen with keen interest. "I recognize these people. We don't have to search through their profiles anymore; they worked with Benji a few times in the past."
"Same as the victims before them," reminded Thud.
"This is bad," CR shook her head. "They're going to kill everyone if this continues."
"Only those who had relevant connection with Benji," Beca spoke out with much more helpful words this time. "With the explosion, the main source of his old files were burned into ashes. All that's left are the people who could be alternative sources. Clarence has been eliminated out of that list, so they have to start looking for the rest."
"In that case, Jesse could-"
"Jesse is safe," the Head Phoenix hurriedly declared, careful that the ghosts of the past were kept buried away from consciousness. "If he knew something about this treasure, we would have found it by now. Bumper knows that."
"What's the plan then?" asked the big guy. "We can't just let them all die."
So the young Mitchell finished her bottle of beer like it was some spring of wisdom. "CR, you're in charge with communications; send a warning to all the chapters immediately. Thud, your job is to secure the headquarters so as the main turf. And Lilly… find something."
"Bumper is coming for us," CR hypothesized. "I think we should take a time-out from the treasure. Lilly should be tracking down the Syndics instead."
But the Head Phoenix insisted, "If we find the treasure, then we find Bumper too."
"Is it possible that Benji kept some files away from Pandemonium?" Lilly paused from typing codes to post the inquiry. Unfortunately, she was only met with a blank stare from Beca and a questioning look from Thud himself.
"He worked only at Pandemonium," the fourth member of the group, thankfully, supplied an answer. "I already asked Beale's security about it, and Paul assured that Benji never left anything treasure-related with Clarence except from some protection. The media is constantly watching the man, and it wouldn't be good for his business if they dig up some dirt from his past. I mean, look at what's happening to the corporation now after all the kidnapping incidences; it's going downhill."
"Beale must know something more," Thud suggested.
"Look, he clearly just wanted to get rid of that goddamn treasure… 'cause the more Clarence knows about it, the more trouble for him and Chloe, and that's-"
"Let's just fucking go to Charlotte!" Beca exclaimed from out of the blue causing everybody to shut their mouths, stunned. She looked up from the extinguished cigarette butt on the ash tray to find CR pursing her lips on her with arms folded over her chest. Chloe. Just a single mention of the name could still trigger a thousand bombs in the horrible monster's supposedly callous heart. "Benji used to stay there with his grandparents before transferring to Georgia."
Surrounded by a glacier of silence once more, she pulled out another cigarette stick from her pocket, lit it up, and headed out of the door.
"What just happened?" questioned the big guy on a silly apron.
"Chloe," the old Phoenix replied with a huff. "The girl with the ladybug tattoo."
"Oh, her."
Lilly murmured mostly to herself, "Boss is clearly still in love with her."
"The club's jam-packed tonight," CR grabbed the gun next to the laptop to prepare to leave. "We'll be back before midnight, I promise. Until then, I trust you two are in charge of everything."
Lilly and Thud nodded their heads obediently and they watched the old Phoenix also disappear into the hallway.
"So who is it?"
As soon as the door presented an opening wherein her body could safely slid into, Chloe walked pass Fat Amy who was snacking on a large pack of Doritos, tossed her satchel bag on the couch, and met Jesse with a weirdly enthusiastic grin.
"Uh…" he nervously opened his mouth, unprepared for the unexpected high regard. "W-Well..."
"Yes?"
"Y-You didn't have to come over, you know."
"No, it's totally fine with me, Jesse."
"Job's not done," Fat Amy revealed flopping down into the couch and reached for her second Diet Dr. Pepper. "He just came up with the idea."
"I-I…" Jesse stammered followed by a quick forced laugh. "Okay, she's right… but I just thought you'd want to know. I didn't expect you to actually come over. I mean, I didn't think you'd care that much."
Yeah, she shouldn't have been. After all, it should have been just a phone number.
"Come," he tilted his head to the side and threw a quick glare at Fat Amy before escorting their employer to the work station near the dining area (more convenient for his Australian partner). He let Chloe take the seat and intentionally cleared his throat to ease the jittery feeling. "First off, Fat Amy cloned your home phone system."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I know we didn't ask for your permission, but it's the only way we could do the job. You know, like in science, we needed some sort of a sample so we could trace it from there. It's not like we listen to your calls or something anyway."
"I don't like that Wilson guy who keeps on calling you," Fat Amy shouted from the nearby room. "He's a total douche, Chloe. I don't care if he's the son of whoever plutocrat his father is. That's why I blocked him. You're welcome."
Jesse groaned. "Fine, that happened. I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Chloe chuckled after shouting back a 'thank you' to the Australian blonde. "I hate that guy too."
He nodded his head, relieved, and clapped his hands together to start the job. "So, basically, every time the... ghost calls you, for a moment there, it becomes concrete, and so we put it on the tracking device to trace its location. The more frequent the calls the more time for us to locate and so the higher the chance to find it. We're almost done, but it worries me... because this number has been intended to be untraceable, Chloe. That's why it's a ghost. Whoever has been calling you doesn't want to be found."
"Well, I just want to know who it is."
"We don't know that yet," admitted the IT expert. "But we know that the phone system is located right here in Atlanta."
And just like that, Chloe's face lit up again. So close.
"Yes, we can track the exact location… after a few extra work… but I'll have to discuss this with Stan first for your own safety."
"No," the redhead shook her head in an instant; rattled, she pulled him into the next room and shut the door for a little privacy. "Stan cannot know about this. He's going to ask a lot of questions that would be difficult to answer. You can't even tell Aubrey now too. If she asks, just tell her… it's a dead end street... impossible."
"But it's not. It's-"
"It's our little secret."
"What?" was all he could utter back in daze.
"Look, Jesse, I don't want them to know I'm going after… whoever has been calling me. They would think that I'm going crazy again."
He opened his mouth to speak but only ended up producing a set of stutters. Something about the look on Chloe's face told him that the entire job was in fact a bad idea, and bad ideas at this point usually had something to do with a dead Beca Mitchell.
"Aw fuck," he groaned as he realized the truth. "Y-You... You actually think it's… her!"
And it was the redhead's turn to vomit a spoonful of stutters.
"You think she's the one who's been calling you, right? Am I right, Chloe?"
"Jesse, let me explain."
"No! That's what's happening here, isn't it? You want to track down the phone number, find out who's behind all those calls, and you think that it's actually Beca. That's it, right?"
"Just hear me out first."
"Oh my god… Stan and Aubrey are going to kill me! They'd think I'm encouraging you on this. This is so not healthy for you, Chloe. Beca is dead, she's gone. You're not supposed to be chasing after someone who's never coming back!"
"Jesse, you just have to help me on this one."
"No, I can't do this anymore."
"Please."
"I'm sorry, Chloe."
Truly, Jesse was. He had this apologetic look on, bit his nails nervously, and quietly tapped his shoe against the floor. But there was nothing else he could do to help her cause anymore. And so she took a deep breath, nodded her head in understanding, and turned her heels to leave, apparently upset.
"Give me one good reason," Jesse demanded from out of the blue, blocking the door.
"I love her," she answered right away – no beating around the bush, that's just it. "And I would do anything I can to get her back."
And how could you say 'no' to that?
"Fine," he exhaled. "I'll try to find the specific location. But after that, it's over. When the sun comes up tomorrow, you've got to stop. Besides, any of this is not going to change the fact that… Beca is already gone… okay?"
Chloe slowly put on a smile on her face and threw herself on him for a friendly hug as a sign of gratitude. That's a good enough bargain.
"Whatever is happening in there I'm telling you, Swanson, you won't enjoy the wrath of ghost Beca."
With that, he hurriedly pulled himself away from the redhead in utter terror as Fat Amy's warning penetrated the wooden barriers and was quickly followed by a crunchy evil laugh.
Stan decided to focus on cutting his steak in a very classy manner just like how everybody else in this fancy restaurant especially when he could certainly feel Aubrey's eyes fixed on his every move. He had to look fine and not someone who lacked a glorious amount of sophistication… even though this wasn't at all a date, just a casual lunch between two friends. Yes, that's all it was.
"They will absolutely call you back," the Posen heiress told him referring to his recent job interview.
He chuckled at how ridiculous it would be, "They're not going to hire me, Aubrey. I don't have the necessary qualifications they need, and I kind of messed up that interview. I've never even been to school. The others vying for the job has a real college degree."
"Well, it's their loss."
"When you put it that way I feel like a really important person here."
"You are," she proclaimed. "You are to me."
And he was supposed to blush at that. Other men did when Aubrey said words of endearment like that. But Stan Mitchell didn't. So normally, to impress, this would be the part where the young heiress should be insensitively going all vocal about being Posen rich, flaunting her family's majestic contribution to the economy, and primarily rub off to everyone's ugly faces that she had the capacity to pay for all their meals. However, she was too lost of words for that at the moment.
"Uh... this steak is really delicious," he tried to start a new conversation. "How's your... cashew noodles... and broccoli... and tofu?"
"Clarence is throwing this big party this weekend," she replied out of context and in all seriousness which was the right moment to feel tensed. "I know you loathe the man, but I'm hoping that we could go together."
"I don't know, let's ask Fat Amy. They received an invitation too."
"I meant like a date, Stan. Just you and me."
"Oh," he muttered as the message registered in his brain. This was always the hard part when there's a third wheel in a relationship including this, whatever this was especially when the third wheel was actually undetermined. "Aubrey, listen, I-"
"I like you," she cut him off. "Do you know that?"
He slowly nodded his head in response.
"And Fat Amy really likes you, too, you know."
"I know."
"Well, you're not going to get us both, chicken, so you're going to have to make a choice."
Stan stared at her intently just in case there was a touch of sarcasm somewhere in this conversation. In his dismay, Aubrey Posen only returned with one last condescending smirk, picked up her purse, and without any premature warning, marched out of the restaurant leaving the young Mitchell all by himself, completely startled. Okay, what the hell just happened?
"You can't tell Stan and Aubrey, okay?"
The scary authoritative aura just really didn't work well with Chloe especially with her soft voice and her goody-goody persona that came naturally even while driving an expensive shiny black and white Range Rover. Hence, the passenger at the back wasn't getting the hint at all.
"I can't tell because?" Fat Amy inquired.
"Just do what she freaking says!" Jesse chimed in with a glare.
"I'm just asking," the other reasoned out shooting back a scowl. "It's America. It's supposed to be a free country even for the Aussies."
"I don't care how much you owe him, but I will pay your debts to Richard Posen," promised the young heiress as her form of payment. "Just please help me out on this and please don't say a word to Stan and Aubrey."
"Wow."
The pair of IT experts could only pick up their jaws from the floor at the shocking statement. They owe the man a fortune! They had to pay it back before he could even realize that a lump of his money had gone missing, and that could essentially happen anytime.
"Are you sure about all these?" Jesse had to ask. He wouldn't want to be taking advantage of this entire situation.
Chloe let out one long heavy sigh, turned to him, and nodded her head with a small determined smile. Okay, she was that desperate. Anything to get this job done; anything to find out who was the person behind the mystery calls once and for all; anything to get her dear Beca back, and she only had until sunrise - just a few more hours - to prove her intuitions right for one last time.
"Turn right," he instructed in conformity with what was displayed on his tracking device. "We're almost there."
The young heiress maneuvered the car as she was told, and soon enough, they were taken aback by the sight of a long line of people who were trying to get into this club they were not aware existed in the first place. Chloe pulled over at a nearby street parking and the three of them stared at the establishment in disbelief.
"This is it," announced Jesse. One look at the establishment, and he had already known that he made a big mistake striking up a deal with the redheaded monster. No, this whole idea was indeed a big mistake.
"Holy crap," Fat Amy muttered under her breath. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Pandemonium 2.0, the neon sign read. Oddly, the new name already sounded much cooler than the old one. The building itself appeared magnificent with its angular geometric architectural design. If that wasn't enough to impress, the special effects lighting gave the impression that the entire building was actually burning in fire. It looked like a fallen – no, a crushed giant phoenix that was bathing with flames; not dead, but still very much alive. Way to attract more customers than usual.
"It must be her," was all Chloe could pronounce.
"Who now?" inquired the passenger at the back.
Jesse put his tracking device away and turned to the redhead before any of this could go wrong. "Look, Chloe, we don't have to this."
"We had a deal," was all she said before climbing out of the car eagerly and marched towards the front of the long line; the rest of the trio had no choice but to follow her lead.
"Do you have VIP tickets?" a bouncer inquired, stopping them immediately.
Determined, the redheaded monster handed over three old Beyonce concert tickets with a generous amount of Benjamins secretly slipped in between. Her friends started freaking out – they could literally be thrown out or be mobbed by the rest of the clubgoers – but thank god, the big guy on a black shirt went on to unhook the rope stanchions to let them in.
"Did our sweet little ginger angel just bribe CeeLo Green back there?" Fat Amy asked as they entered the club.
"At least we got in," Jessec yelled back through the blasting loud music.
They walked through the glowing hallway and into a paradise. The place looked even better inside. Charli XCX was performing at the DJ booth and bodies were dancing everywhere, obviously having the time of their lives.
[I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I don't care.]
"God, this is amazing!"
"Now what?" Jesse turned to Chloe.
"If this was the old Pandemonium, where can we find Beca?"
"Beca?" Fat Amy shot them both a puzzled look.
The brunet turned to her and tried to offer an alibi, "Let's just say… we're looking for someone… that… might… have the same… personality as Beca."
"Restroom," the blonde proposed easily. "I usually just find her there fucking some random chick."
"Good," he awkwardly held a thumbs up. Oh Beca and her old ways; Chloe didn't need to hear it. "Go check on the main bar, too. Chloe and I will check on the VIP areas. Just look for someone who could be Beca-like. Better if you could spot them with a device or something. Meet us back at the car maybe in an hour."
Fat Amy agreed and so Jesse went on to guide the redhead through the cruel waves of people. They took the time to search in every booth and room there was, not wanting to miss the target due to carelessness. They only got one shot. Unfortunately, each had neither Beca nor potential Beca in it. Chloe's little hope was slowly shrinking as time went by. The pocket PC, however, indicated that the target was right over there.
"If this is what I think it is…" Jesse's voice trailed off pointing to a No Unauthorized Person Allowed door.
He didn't have to finish the sentence; Chloe was already on the same page. Of course, there must be a secret underground facility. It had a major makeover and been relocated, but it was still Pandemonium. So the target must be down there; Beca must be there. Without even realizing, the redhead was already on her way towards the door. She was almost there until another bouncer stood in front of her.
"I'm sorry, but this is off-limits."
"Hey, I remember you!" Jesse recognized him as the man with beach ball arms back at the diner. "You almost killed her a few days ago!"
"What?" Thud questioned in surprise.
"You practically owe her something. We just want to check out what's behind that door."
"Go away."
"Just let us in, man."
Angered by the needless persistent behavior, the big guy angrily furrowed his eyebrows and sharpened his eyes as he grabbed Jesse by the shirt, ready to throw him out of the club any moment. Hence, Chloe hurriedly jumped in to save her friend. But he was too good at this – he held poor Jesse with one hand then caught Chloe's hand with the other. One glimpse of her skin, and suddenly, he froze.
"Let her go," Jesse demanded in a decaying bravery. "Or… I-I'll... d-do something…"
Strange as it seemed, the behemoth let her go and surprisingly was petrified much to the pair's bewilderment. Whatever not-at-all-scary threat Jesse had enforced was working.
"What do you want?" Thud asked with a glare releasing the little guy so Jesse could properly breathe again.
"D-Door," the old Phoenix stammered.
Throwing another quick glance at Chloe, Thud proceeded to open the door. It was supposed to reveal a passageway where an elevator should be awaiting at the farthest end; it would take them down to the headquarters of The Secret Society. However, it turned out it was just a plain wall.
"What is this?" questioned Jesse, bemused and disappointed.
"Nothing," the bouncer answered. "One way to say 'curiosity kills', I guess."
"Can we meet whoever owns this place?" Chloe suddenly requested. She wasn't going to give up just yet. Nothing, then it had to mean something.
Thud heaved a sigh then, half-heartedly, led them to the second floor, to a room intentionally labeled as Private where Lilly was seated on the floor playing Battlefield 3 on her laptop. Jesse's tracking device blasted into a continuous beeping. The laptop; it must be the thing that's been sending him a signal. But it's just a harmless little laptop owned by a harmless human being. That couldn't be right.
"She owns the place," claimed the big man.
"What's up with the club name?" Chloe grilled him.
"She likes the old club so why not name it after that, right? Now, you two leave, or I'll seriously kick you out of here."
"Your system has been hacked," Jesse warned the Asian woman as a friendly gesture.
Unanticipated, feeling upset by the failure of this whole mess, Chloe ran out not caring for a second whenever her body frailly crashed into someone else's. She just needed to get out of this hell. Jesse also had to fight his way through all the obstacles as he went after his friend. He panicked a little when he lost sight of her in the pool of people, but relieved when he had finally found her back by the car… or maybe it wasn't because then she was crying her eyes out, breaking down at the side of the street. Really, this entire thing was a big mistake, not even a hug from him would make things feel better. Chloe was heartbroken all over again. It's like watching Beca die for the second time when the redhead had barely survived the first one.
Cynthia-Rose set her jacket on the table and sat on the bar stool in the Private room. Certainly, she was tired and the nervous stares from Thud and Lilly was even more agonizing.
"Where have you been?" the duo chorused, Thud's voice was mostly heard. "It's way past midnight! Where's boss?"
"Beca went home already," replied the old Phoenix. "She just dropped me off. North Carolina was a terrible waste of time. It was a trap, we were put on a loop. Benji knew somebody would go treasure hunting there."
"The girl with the ladybug tattoo was here," Thud broke the news immediately. There was no other way to say it.
Frankly, it was all CR needed to awaken her senses, feeling a little scared. She had always known; she expected it. One day, Chloe would come looking for Beca. They were her friends and she cared about them, but this time was different. The game was different. So firmly, she instructed, "Keep her away from the Head Phoenix. Beca cannot be informed about this."
And that's how the code was strictly implemented all the same. It still was Fidelity to The Society.
Song: I Love It - Icona Pop ft. Charlie XCX (I know this song is ages ago, but I'm just really in love with it so...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect.