“What?” Conner asked, dusting his shoulder from the cave dust. Then he realized he didn’t need to and stopped.
“You were doing it again,” Imraan said, trying not to smile.
“What?”
“Talking in your sleep.”
“The dream was weird,” Conner explained. “Rebecca was there. In a cave. But she was tied to a rock.”
Imraan looked away to hide his grin. He cleared his throat. “This seems to be a regular occurrence for you.”
“What are you implying?”
“Nothing,” Imraan said defensively, his voice sounding weird.
It was quiet for a moment, then Conner said, “I hate you.”
Imraan just laughed.
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Rebecca watched as Conner began to disappear. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m dreaming,” he said, and then he disappeared.
Rebecca sat up. Then she realized the restraints were gone. She slid off of the rock and onto the cavern floor. She went to the tunnel and looked for Conner. He was gone.
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Rylee was very good at pickpocketing. He pulled his gadgets out of his pockets and in the matter of a few seconds, the door was open. “We’re in,” Rylee said, stepping back.
Laura grabbed the handle, looked around and said, “Okay, let’s go.” She opened the door.
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The door opened and there in the doorway was Laura, the friend that Rebecca was looking for in Montenegro. Connor blinked at the bright light. Two other agents that Connor didn't recognize walked in as well.
"Let's go. Get up." Laura commanded. She was a lot like Rebecca, Connor realized. He did as he was told and so did Imraan.
"Great, now let's get out of here!" the male agent said. Connor and Imraan walked to the door with the three agents. Imraan, however, didn't walk through the door.
"What are you doing?" Connor asked.
"I need to stay here. Otherwise, these people will come to the HIA again." he replied.
Laura sighed, then grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them to her wrist.
"You are coming with us, whether you like it or not." she insisted. Since Laura was the only one who could unlock the handcuffs, Imraan was stuck with the group.
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"Katie, we've been traveling for nearly 4 days now, we can land somewhere deserted!" Sarah complained.
Katie ignored her complaint and commanded, "Add a little bit more of the emergency fuel to the gas."
Tyler, who was taking his turn at piloting, did as he was told and kept flying.
"Where are we anyway?" Sarah continued.
"We're over the Pacific Ocean." Tyler replied.
"Can't we land on some island like Tonga, or maybe even Hawaii?" Sarah pleaded.
Katie thought it over, then said, "Fine, take us to Tonga, Tyler."
Sarah did a little celebration dance behind Katie.
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Armaan sat in the back of the plane. They wouldn’t even let him pilot anymore. It was almost like he was a valuable possession instead of a person now.
Sarah glanced shyly back at Armaan and gave him an apologetic look. Armaan just glared back at her. Before, he had tried to eject one of the smaller jets and take it back to find his twin brother. Tyler and Katie had taken him down (Sarah was piloting at the moment) and had restrained his left arm to the seat. It wasn’t very comfortable, but that was the least of Armaan’s worries.
He didn’t know if his brother was dead or alive, and he couldn’t do anything. They wouldn’t even let him touch his equipment. Every second led him more to believe that they didn’t actually care for him or his brother. Why would they do this to him if they did?
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As sympathetic as Sarah was, she agreed with the others to restrain Armaan. Going back to the HIA or the GCA would put everyone there in danger, and if he tried to save his brother on his own, he would be putting himself in danger. This way, they could insure that everyone was kept safe.
Well, mostly everyone. She knew the HIA would be sending agents in to find Conner and Imraan, which would essentially put more people in danger, but it might save the newbies’ lives. The twins would always be in potential danger until something was agreed with the FNTTMS.
Sarah wondered how soon that would happen.
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“The only way I see it is to go in and take the FNTTMS down so they can’t get back up,” Bryan said.
Earl rubbed his eyebrows. “You always had a way of looking at things in a violent way, Bryan. I don’t think our first approach should be just to jump in there, guns a-blazing,” he responded.
“Well, we don’t have a lot of other options,” Bryan defended. “Skeptical thinking wastes time. We should be tearing down a potential enemy. Besides, they wouldn’t give us a second chance if they were in our place.”
“That’s what separates us from our enemies,” Earl answered.
Bryan gave him a hurt look.
“I didn’t mean to insult you,” Earl added. “I just think we should try to find another way of approaching this situation.”
Bryan was quiet for a moment, then he stood. “Alright. You figure it out. I’ll be back at the GCA. Call me when you need me.”
“I will,” Earl promised. “Thank you.” Bryan nodded and left. Earl sighed and turned back to his work. He rubbed his temples, then set his fingers on his keyboard and began typing.
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