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"Anything else to say?" Boston asked.

"No," Beca said, wondering if the mic Stacie had slipped into her pocket had picked any of this up. Wondering if there was any chance that Stacie was still alive. "Just that, you're wrong."

"Wrong?"

"About humans. About people. They can be selfish, and destructive, and... evil. But they're also kind, and compassionate, and loving. They're brave," Beca said, trying not to flinch away from the gun that was getting closer to her head.

"Brave?" He said with a laugh of disbelief.

"I've seen so many soldiers throw themselves in front of bullets to save others. I've seen so many stay behind to fight so others could escape," she said. She thought of Chloe, and the way she had pushed her to the ground. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of him.

"A few brave individuals does not make-"

"You're treating the human race like one big destructive force when that isn't what it is. Just because you're selfish enough to wipe out a species for the sake of your own life, doesn't mean the rest of us would."

"It doesn't matter," he said, looking annoyed now. "It's done. You and your friends will die, and the rest of Terram will follow, and the universe can return to peace."

There was a loud bang, and Beca flinched, wondering for a second why she was still alive. Then the bang sounded again and Beca realised it was coming from the door.

She seized her chance and dove at him, knocking him to the ground and sending the gun flying across the floor of the office. She grabbed for it and straightened up, pointing at him, just as a third and final bang came from the door, crashing it open.

"Arrest her!" Boston shouted. "She attacked me and he wants to kill me!"

Beca glanced over her shoulder to see Stacie standing in the doorway with Gail, Chief Higgins and a few other soldiers. The soldiers all had their guns pointed at Boston.

"Beca," Stacie said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Put it down."

"Did you hear him?" Beca said, her voice on the verge of breaking.

"I heard him," she said, softly. "We all heard him."

"What?" Boston said, looking pale.

Beca reached into her pocket and removed the mic.

"You're under arrest Boston," Higgins said as the soldiers picked him up from the floor and handcuffed him. "It's over."

"You think I'm the only one who's been planning this? You won't stop it from happening," Boston said, struggling. "Terram will be gone in days."

"Get him out of here," Higgins said.

"Sir, what do we do?" Beca asked as Boston was lead away.

"We have several ships on route to the headquarters. We're going to rescue their prisoners, and take the ship. Well done, Mitchell," he said, patting her shoulder.

"You have to save Chloe and the others," she said.

"We're doing our best," he said, leaving the office.

"Some of the soldiers are wearing helmet-cams. We should be able to see what they see," Stacie said, leading her to the place they usually had their briefings. There were other soldiers there. Ones who hadn't gone on the rescue mission for Chloe and the others, or the attack mission that Higgins had just authorised.

The screen at the front of the room was currently showing a live feed of the soldier's helmet cam. They were nearing the ship.

"I should have known it was a trap," Aubrey said, pacing the room they had been locked in.

"You couldn't have known," Jesse said. Other soldiers from the Bellas and Trebles agreed but it did nothing to help Aubrey.

They had made it onto the ship and easily found their way to where the prisoners were held without meeting another soul.

Then, all of a sudden, hundreds of guns were pointed at them, and they were lead to a near-by room.

"Why didn't they just kill us?" Fat Amy asked?

"They probably want to turn us like they tried to do with Stacie. And Chloe," Cynthia Rose said.

"We can't just sit here and wait for them to get us," Fat Amy said, standing up. "We've got to try and get out of here."

"They took our weapons, Amy," Aubrey said. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know," Amy said. "Something."

"I'm with Amy," Cynthia said.

"Me too," whispered Lily.

Jesse pressed his ear to the door before sitting back down. "There's definitely someone out there," he said. "I bet if we can get him in here, we can take his gun."

"How do we do that?" Aubrey said.

Jesse smiled. "We cause some trouble."

"What?"

"THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT, AUBREY!" Jesse yelled as loud as he could, nodding encouragement to Aubrey.

"WELL AT LEAST I HAD A PLAN!" She fired back, without missing a beat.

"SOME PLAN! WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN HERE!"

"WHAT IDEAS HAVE YOU HAD? NOTHING!"

"Keep going," Amy mouthed as she moved closer to the door with the others.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!" Jesse shouted.

There was a loud banging on the door.

"Shut up in there!" A voice said.

It sounded human, which caused them to falter, slightly.

"BRING IT ON, BIG MAN!" Aubrey said.

The door opened and the guard came in, his gun raised.

"What the fuck is going-"

Fat Amy and the others jumped on him from behind and pushed him to the ground. Jesse and Aubrey easily took his gun.

"How do we get out of here?" Aubrey asked, aiming it at him.

"Uh... I don't know," he said, looking terrified.

"Tell us, or we'll kill you," she said.

"You won't get out," he said, looking from Aubrey to Jesse. "They're all on high alert, there's some attack coming. Everyone is at the dock, waiting."

"What kind of attack?"

"How should I know? I'm just a bloody guard," he said.

"How do we get to the prisoners?" Amy said.

"Out of here and turn left," he said, quickly. "Please don't kill me."

"Amy we need to leave," Aubrey said.

"We can't go without them," Amy said. "And he just said everyone is waiting at the dock. Which means hardly anyone will be guarding the prisoners, right? So we wait for the attack and then try and make our escape."

"It's worth a try," said Jesse.

"Okay," Aubrey said, agreeing. She knocked the guard out with the but of the gun, and took his security card. "Let's go."

They made their way to the cells and were surprised to find them all empty, except the last one.

"Please don't hurt me again," a voice said from inside. It was painfully familiar.

"Chloe," Aubrey said softly, as they made their way to the source of the noise.

"Please, Beca," she said. Aubrey froze. Her stomach dropped. They all looked at each other with a look of confusion and fear.

Then they heard a laugh coming from the room behind them, and they entered, Aubrey raising her gun.

He was leaning against the two-way mirror, laughing at what was happening to Chloe.

"Don't move," Aubrey said, and he turned to face them.

The others moved to the mirror in time to see Beca slap Chloe across the face.

She was crying, tied to the table, and covered in bruises.

"What's going on?" Aubrey asked the man.

"We're breaking her," he said with a sickening smile. "Have you come to save her?"

"Where are the rest of them?"

"They're about to be tested out," he said. "She's not ready yet."

"That's not Beca," she said.

"Of course it isn't," he said, smiling again. "But your redheaded friend in there thinks she is."

Aubrey fired the gun twice into his chest.

He gave a weak laugh before he hit the floor, blood spreading in a pool beneath him.

"You can't save her."

"I can try," Aubrey said, before firing again.