"I'm not going to say I told you so," Reynard said. "But I knew this would happen." He threw his hands up in air and paced irritably in the cavern, he and the other Ghosts were staying in. The last Ghosts: Mercy, Feather, Gozbud, and Olga, sat around a small fire they had made, with their belongings beside them.
"Reynard, sit down," Mercy said, staring into the fire.
"You know this is your fault," Reynard hiss as he sat beside her.
"You should've killed him when had the chance."
Olga growled. "We are going to pretended we didn't just hear that. None of us saw this coming, not even Mercy."
"She's right, finger pointing won't do us any good…I still can't believe Roc betrayed us," Feather said quietly.
"Thanks to you, Reynard, we were able to escape him," Gozbud pointed out.
"Yeah, but what about PC and Breeaka," Reynard said. "I couldn't save them."
"You did what you could and that is all we can expect," Feather replied.
"What we need to focus on now is what our next plan will be," Reynard announced.
"Well, I think our first plan is obvious, we go to the School and get our friends back," Gozbud said. Everyone except for Reynard nodded in agreement.
"Are you guys crazy? Do you guys forget what we're up against?" Reynard said.
"You know what's crazy to me, Reynard? You want PC's position so badly, but then again when comes to circumstances where you need to think a little "loosely", you sit back on your butt and say it can't be done." He glared at Mercy, but he could not deny that everything she said was true.
"We can do crazy," she continued. "After all, most people we would say we were crazy enough to escape from Lab 7, some will say we were crazy for not lying low and not causing trouble. You see, it's our craziness that got us this far." Everyone nodded in agreement. "Through our madness , we claimed the lives we wanted, and that's why you can sit in your little basement apartment, listening to heavy metal and that hippity hop music and eating cupcakes, not having to worry about an Eraser breaking down your door."
"Alright then," Reynard said smoothly. "Your point has been made, so…do you have a plan?"
"We do," Feather said sternly.
"Sorry to leave you out of the loop," Gozbud said. "But we have been planning this for about a day or two." Reynard was stunned that they would plan something and not let him in on it. After a temporary moment of outrage, he understood why they did that. He would've torn down their ideas and no plan would've been formed.
Reynard smiled. "Alright then, what's the plan, Mercy?"
She smiled back at Reynard. "It's a complex plan…everyone has a part, but just to soothe you nerves, Reynard, about our numbers. I've asked four people to give us a hand…They'll be arriving shortly."…
I had returned from my search empty-handed. I knew where to go…when something like this happened, I was usually sent for by Jeb. I waved to Kane as I passed by her desk and she smiled at me and continued to type on her computer.
"Rafmire, there you are," Jeb said, looking through an experiment file. "I've been looking through recent logs and it appears you have returned here three times empty handed…not a single Ghost in tow. I want to know why."
I sighed. "They're harder to track than I once thought. You shouldn't underestimate them, they're pretty smart."
"Uh huh…You know whose file I'm looking at?" Jeb asked.
I shook my head. "It's PC's file…from these records it shows that PC is smart, too. That is how he's escaped so many times. But you know that he's here now…because he made a mistake…mistakes are what bring SMART experiments down. Look for those…find snags, anything that leads you to them. Consider this your last mission, Rafmire. Once those Ghosts are mine, you're done."
"Hmm…that's funny… I thought—."
"I changed my mind; Max would wipe the floor with you. Raf, you are not a SMART experiment…you are an AVERAGE experiment…you can try to plan, but your plans are half-baked…that's how you got caught when you tried to spring Chase. The only successful plans I ever expect you to make is raiding the cafeteria refrigerator." A shock when through my body and began to tremble. "Even now, Average experiments are controlled by pain; smarter experiments must be controlled psychologically. Your situation is nothing, compared to PC's; there is nothing more satisfying than breaking someone's spirit." The electricity stopped and I sighed softly. I was getting used to it. "Are you done?" I asked.
"Get out," Jeb said dangerously and I was more than happy to oblige.
I roared ferocious and howled like a wolf, pulling against the chains that held me. I was crouched down on all fours, my long claw-like nails raking across the tile, making it screech. I could only think of one thing and that was freedom, freedom to run, to prowl, to hunt, and to eat. I hissed and arched my back as an Eraser got close with what looked like some kind of stunning device. My hissing changed from sounding like a cat's to more like a crocodile's. I saw my parents watching behind a glass shield. They were shouting at me to do something. I didn't remember my name, I didn't remember theirs and I couldn't speak, all I could do was growl and make strange calls. But nothing that sounded like language. I charged forward and lunged for the Eraser. He backed away and hit me in the side. I yowled and grabbed the device in my teeth, yanked it from his grip and tossed it aside, then went for his legs. The Eraser screamed as I yanked him down on to the floor.
"Security get in there!" a voice boomed. It was the first phrase I had come to understand. It was when I didn't do something they liked…
Jeb and The Skynard's were sitting back in a dark room, watching black and white video, and every now and then scratching a few notes down.
"Truly fascinating," Jeb said.
"I agree; they both attack the same way," John said.
"How so?" Lee Ann asked.
"Look at the video of Ana on the left, see how she attacked the Eraser? Once he went down, she was going for the throat. Now look at PC's tape on the right. Same maneuver, although PC was able to bring the Eraser down while standing on two legs. But the same tactic they used is astounding. The choke hold is used by big cats such as lions…to bring down larger prey."
"I see…Ana's intelligence came through today…a little…. look at how she tossed the stun stick away. But she needs to embrace more human ways of thinking; purely animal ways will get her killed."
I wandered the halls, walking off that shock Jeb gave me earlier. I wished he wouldn't insult my intelligence like that, I'm not a complete idiot. He would soon figure that out. Whitecoats passed by talking about their latest experiments on various subjects and how they reacted. I wonder what makes them think that they aren't experimenting on people. Is it the fact that their DNA isn't completely human? It's astonishing that some people had the belly for this kind of work. I sighed and continued walking; I heard a screeching noise from behind me and saw, Bob the janitor, down the hall. He was an old man with tanned skin and a bristly salt and pepper chin. Bob was pushing a janitor's cart, which had all the tools a man of cleaning might need.
"Hello there, Raf," the old man said. His voice sounded like a creaky staircase.
"H-hi," I said, taken off guard by the greeting. I had passed Bob many times in the halls but he never said hello to me…ever. Then I noticed something different about his eyes. They were blue….if I remember correctly, Bob's eyes were brown. I hesitated at first then whispered. "Kane?"
The janitor nodded, then pretended to laugh. "Don't be silly, sonny, would you mind helpin' a poor old man get some stuff from the janitor's closet?"
"I've got nothing better to do…sure," I said flatly. I walked beside Bob/Kane until we got to the closet on another hall. Kane opened the door and I followed her in closing the door behind me. I looked at her quizzically. "Should I ask why you stole that man's form?"
Kane frowned and said in her voice "Uh! Don't remind me…biting Bob was like biting sandpaper and then licking an ash tray."
"Listen, Raf, there is something I need to tell you…it's important."
"Really? Do tell"…
I raised my eyebrows. "That's very interesting." Kane nodded. "How long have you been sitting on this?"
"For a week or so…"
"I don't know…I didn't want to lose my job…please understand, Rafmire. I couldn't bear it anymore. I had to tell you."
I grinned and then bit my lower lip pensively. "This may work to our advantage?"
Kane eyed me. "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing. You need to worry about."
"You're planning something, aren't you?"
"No? What makes you say that?"
"Because you said "our".
"Well, is it okay for me to refer to myself in the third person?"
"Why are you being so…suspicious of me? Are you planning something?"
"Stop that," Kane said tartly. "Here, before you go…take this." She reached into her pocket and placed something soft in my hand. I curled my fingers around it, not even bothering to look at it and headed for the door.
"Kane, can I ask something of you?"
"What is it?"
"Tomorrow…don't be hard to find."
The Whitecoats hadn't come for me in a while. I was getting nervous…are they done? It may be that the next time they come for me, I'd be taken away and euthanized. Being euthanized is said to be painless, that's why they use it on animals. It's the most humane way to die…so I've heard. I had probed my memories of the facility…smells, sounds, and sensations anything that I could utilize to form a plan that had would remotely work. My strength and energy was back up to par, but I still had to pretend that they broke me. The Whitecoats had gotten careless with me, ever since Bree's death…that means they didn't blindfold me anymore and they let information slip about Ana's location. It was in a new division of the School. One recently built, for what purpose I didn't know. But it was close to where I was located. My plan was what Bree and I termed as a "mad dash". A mad dash is just how it sounds…at the first opportunity you take out the people that stand in your way and run as fast as you can. It's similar to what Bree did to find me. But only this time I had a rough idea of where to find Ana. I didn't know how far along Ana was in the transformation, but if what my parents said was accurate, she was already fully changed…I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like. She must be in wild stage right now. If that was the case, it would cause a problem. Not only would I be fighting Eraser and Whitecoats…I might have to fight Ana in order to save her. That wastes time and energy, the plan would be a failure…and I would wind up dead. I wished I had more to work with but I didn't…without any elevated status I had no pawns to manipulate…no edge. For the next few hours, I replayed scenarios in my head and tried to patch a plan together. When one of the Whitecoats brought me food, he announced that I was going to be decommissioned tomorrow. This put a strain on my plan…there was a time limit; I had to think of something quickly in a matter of hours. After a few more hours of thinking, I finally came up with a plan…it was a long shot, but if things turned out for the worst, I think Ana would at least have a fighting chance. I was prepared for death either way…
Later on that day, when I was taking one of my numerous naps, there was a tapping on the door to my cell. I slowly roused and jumped as I saw Raf staring in at me.
"I thought I'd never see you again," I yawned. Raf grinned and sat on the floor outside. "I thought you weren't allowed to see me?"
"I know, but I'm in the mood to break the rules," Raf said, idly moving his clawed finger across the glass. "I heard about what happened to your girlfriend." I winced at the mentioning of the event.
"Where were you?" I asked. "I was out tracking down your friends, for Jebby."
"I expect you found them?"
"…kind of…a trace…is one way of putting it."
"Did you hear? I'm being decommissioned."
"Yeah I know…It's almost like an event; everybody knows about it."
"Great," I said.
"Well if it makes you feel any better…I'll be put down soon too. Once I've found your friends…it's bye bye."
"Have you heard anything about Ana?"
"Not really except that she's as wild as they get."
"Hey ! What are you doing down here!" A Whitecoat shouted distantly.
"Uh oh…" Raf muttered.
"Raf, aren't you not supposed to be down here?" the Whitecoat asked crossly.
"Nope, but I was sent to give him something…it's from Kane…she didn't want to see this flea bag so she asked me." The Whitecoat nodded, he pulled out a card and swiped it. The door popped open slightly.
"Slide it through and get out of here." Raf obeyed and slid a small object through the crack. The Whitecoat slammed the door and glared at Raf, who shrugged and walked away. I gave the Whitecoat a blank stare and pretended to be void of energy. He soon backed off…nothing to see.
I sighed. "That was weird." I scanned the floor for where the object had dropped. It was small, grey, and soft. "A feather?" I examined it thoroughly…there seemed to be nothing special about it, it's a just plain feather. I tucked it into my pocket and went back to sleep, which didn't last long. I always woke up when they turned off the lights for the experiments on my hall. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. It got cold, in the lab at night and compounded by restlessness, it made me irritable. I decided to change position and leaned my head against the cool glass door. It was comforting, I sighed deeply as I began to relax. But just before I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of paws and claws coming my way. A Howler stopped in front my cell door. Great, now even the Howlers were here to heckle me. Its hot breath fogged the glass on the door. I glared back at the grotesque mutt and after sitting there, drooling, it finally walked off. "Stupid mutt," I muttered and was about to go back to sleep when I noticed something from where the Howler had fogged the door, there was a word. "How did…" then I remembered Raf writing on the glass. I thought he was just doing it on a whim. Okay…maybe he was trying to tell me something. The word on the door was: ITEX. I muttered it over and over…why did it sound so familiar…I pulled out the feather Raf had given me and twirled it between my fingers. Then it hit me…a while ago…I had heard of the School being supplied with technology and resources from a corporation called Itex. We had rare scrapes with Itex so we only had limited knowledge. It was the company that made the new isolation chambers, I had heard about...one of the biggest and practically the only other thing that the Network knew about Itex was the FEAR project…I remembered reading about it in one of the numerous documents Bree and I had burned. This project was for the development of a holographic imagery system that projects what a person fears most…I looked down at the feather in my hands and my heart started to pound. I amplified the sense of smell in my nose and pressed the feather against it. It smelt like mold, dirty water, and other disgusting things…but among those was a scent I recognized…it was strong, only a few days old and had the salty tainted scent of perspiration. My eyes widened…Breeaka she was still alive…
It was early in the morning when I awoke...and stepped onto the cliff that jutted out in front of our cave hide out. The air was crisp and cool and the sky looked like an explosion in a paint factory. Beautiful blues, reds, and purples were all being slowly covered by overcastting storm clouds. I felt Voice's presence approach me from behind. "Hello," she said.
"Hi," I said shortly, focusing on the horizon. "Did you sleep well?"
"Okay, I guess…Mercy?"
"Do you think…do you think everything will be okay?"
I looked down at Voice and I couldn't help but smile. "I'm not sure…Last stands are a gamble…it goes either way, unfortunately. Just so you know, I appreciate you and your flock's help."
"They still have Nia," Voice said.
"She's part of our group; our flock isn't complete without her."
"And you're going to get your friends back, too, aren't you?"
"Yes…among a few individuals…Now why don't we get breakfast started." Voice nodded and we walked back inside.
Breakfast consisted mainly of pop tarts on a stick, eggs and some sausage, courtesy of Reynard, who had swiped it from a campsite nearby. We ate in silence. Everyone was nervous there was no denying it. There hadn't been a deliberate attack on the School before. Even though Max's escape did turn a few heads…what we were about to do…I don't think even she would try.
"Listen, everybody...you all know we may die doing this," Reynard said, standing up. I glared at him. If he said one more negative statement, I was going to break him like a toothpick. He raised his pop tart and said, "But just so you know, Storm, Voice, Torrin…we're glad to have you here." The three new comers nodded. I had tracked them down again; because I knew to pull this off, we would need more than five people. It helped that they were from the School and had some knowledge of the facility. Reynard turned to me and nodded. "And also thanks to your creepy brother." I smiled…which turned to more of a smirk and I stood up. "We may go down…today, But rest assured if we go down…we are going take as many of those Whitecoat jerks as we can with us."
"And we'll show them that they pissed off the wrong people," Gozbud added. Everyone let out a resounding "YEAH!"
"Let's get fired," Storm said.
"Let's get pissed," Torrin added.
"Let's make sure the Whitecoats NEVER forget this!" Voice shouted. Everyone nodded in agreement and I checked my watch.
"Alright everyone, time's tickin', let's head out. We'll meet again outside the School boundaries and we'll carry on from there." There were nods of compliance and we all filed out. I opened my wings and jumped off the cliff face. Air blowing threw my hair and roaring in my ears, I closed my eyes and whipped open my wings. I flapped them and gained altitude, then looked over my shoulder, seeing Storm, Torrin and Voice…jumping off in single file, then flying into formation behind me. The other Ghosts that were earth bound were already making the trek across the landscape; we turned and followed them.
I couldn't sleep a wink last night, now that I knew that Bree was still alive, I was more anxious and pissed off than ever. Heads were going to roll for this little trick; that much I had decided. My opportunity to get out was coming soon. Whoever they sent to get me, I would knock them out and lock them in the cell. But if push came to shove, I would not be afraid to dispose of anyone, who stood between me and getting Bree and Ana back. I still pretended to be broken and waited for the Erasers to come. My heart pounded to the point that my chest hurt. I transformed as I heard the wheels of the gurney coming my way. There were only two Erasers and one Whitecoat, one I recognized…Dr. Ross, who became one of my least favorite Whitecoats. He didn't take the spot of my creator, Dr. Rancor, but he was pretty darn close. He was head of all the experiments they had put me through and it was him who ordered the other Whitecoats to keep shocking me even after I puked my guts out. Dr. Ross slid his card and the door opened.
"Your time's up, Purple Cat," he said. I didn't move.
"Get up," one of the Jawz said. I sat there. Impatient, the Jawz reached out to grab me. Quickly I caught his arm, locked it and broke it, then pulled him into the cell. The other Jawz outside came in roaring with outrage. I ducked as the two Jawz tried to attack me from both sides. The two colossal Erasers clashed with each other and knocked themselves out. Then I turned on Dr. Ross, who had seen what had happened and was on the run. I closed the cell and imprisoned the two Jawz.
"Oh no you don't," I said and pushed the gurney at Dr. Ross. It ran him down and he was pinned between it and the wall. I approached him
"Stay away from me!" He cried. I picked up the key card that had fallen out of his pocket. "Stay away!" He trembled. I would've stayed away if I could, because out of fear the poor Whitecoat wet himself. Ignoring his cry and the scent of urine, I grabbed Dr. Ross by his lab coat and began to drag him back towards my cell.
"Quit making a fuss…I haven't hurt you yet," I said, as I slid the card into the reader to open the door.
"Please don't do this," he whimpered.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Don't put me in there."
"Oh, come on, Dr. Ross. It's not that bad, besides I can't have you running around setting off alarms. That would be…just terrible." I tossed him inside onto of the Erasers and closed the cell.
"Let me out," he demanded, pounding the glass.
I turned away from him to think, then said, "Tell me Dr. Ross…does this key card open all cells?"
"If I tell you will you let me out?"
"Yes it does. Are you going to let me out now?"
"Hmmmm…nope," I said walking away. Dr. Ross continued to shout at me as I went down the hall and unlocked all of the cells. "Run you guys! RUN!" I shouted and then headed in the opposite direction. I didn't know whether any of the experiments I had freed would escape, but at least they had a chance. As I ran down the halls, I knew I needed to find Bree. But I didn't want to waste precious time looking for her in all the wrong places. So I set out to find Rafmire. I knew that there was a good chance that he was in his room. Raf was a first class couch potato and home body. I snuck around the halls even though it was still early, you couldn't be too careful. Finally, I found our old room and kicked in the door. Raf was on his bed working crossword puzzles and looked rather annoyed.
"You could've knocked," he said.
"Where's Bree?" I growled, baring my fangs. Raf got up and put his puzzle book under the pillow and said, "Come on, I'll take you to her."
Raf took me down a series of passages that I had never seen before.
"This is janitor's route…it's a series of corridors that lead everywhere in the School," Raf explained. "It'll be smart to use these hallways because they are not very wide and Erasers rarely come through here."
"How did you find out about this?" I asked.
"When I planned to spring Chase my pack and I used this pathway."
"Oh…how did you find out about Bree? How did you know she was down here?"
"I didn't know until Kane told me."
"Yes…she arranges everything for Jeb, remember. She told me the whole story. Apparently…they were going to euthanize Breeaka. But I guess you have your mother to thank. She said euthanizing her was too good for Breeaka. So she was dragged down to the basement to rot. What you saw was a holographic projection of Bree dying, courtesy of Itex…pretty mean trick, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Kane told me where to go to find her. I paid her a visit last night and brought her some food…as much as I could carry without anyone getting suspicious."
"Why didn't you just tell me out right…after all, you were already breaking the rules by seeing me."
Raf stopped and looked over his shoulder. "PC, my head is already on the chopping block, why make things worse for myself. Anyhow I couldn't get caught, not yet." We rounded a corner to a grimy, rusted door.
"In there," Raf pointed. I sunk my claws in and ripped off the door. Crouched against the far wall was Breeaka.
"PC!" she shouted.
"BREE!" I exclaimed. We embraced each other.
"PC? I can't breathe."
"Same here." We couldn't stop squeezing the life out of each other. She was here…it wasn't a hologram, she was covered in dirt and smelt horrible, but she was warm and alive.
"You ready to get Ana?" Bree asked.
"Yeah. You well enough?"
Bree smiled wickedly. "I'm strong enough to kick Eraser butt anytime."
"That's what I love to hear," I grinned. We joined Rafmire outside.
"I think this is where we part," he said.
"What do you mean? Are you returning to your room?"
Raf shook his head. "No…I have my own plans here."
"You? Formed a plan?"
Raf nodded. "I don't know why people are so shocked by that…anyways…You guys go and find Ana…don't worry about kicking Eraser butt too much because there are eight other experiments on their way here that want a piece of this place."
"Yeah…your friends are on their way here and I've got to be on my way to let them in."
"Well, you have been a busy bee," I said.
Raf grinned. "Good Luck… and see you around." Bree and I nodded and headed down the corridor.
I moved quickly through the halls…if everything went according to plan…the Whitecoats were in for a morning they'll never forget. I popped up on the grounds. The passage I was using was a special high-fenced walkway through the grounds used by the custodial personnel. At the end was a gate that only they could open. Luckily for me, Kane gave me the key. The sky was overcast with wicked black clouds, twisting and brewing. The area surround the School was covered in a dark haze, which happened to be a multitude of ravens and crows. As I undid the lock, a raven flew down to me. I smiled and plucked one of the feathers from my hair and gave it to the bird.
"Tell my sister…her plan is motion." The bird seemed to nod and flew away.
One of my ravens circled down and perched on my raised arm. I stroked its head and it dropped the feather from its beak. I smiled and turned to the group.
"The gate has been opened, let's get this party started."
It was another lazy morning in the security center. All the operators were settling down with the cappuccinos and mocha lattes, for another boring day of staring at the screens. But this beautiful sense of repetition and familiarity ended with a loud clap of thunder and a rustling sound in the ventilation system.
"What the hell is that?" an operator commented. Everyone looked up at a small vent in the roof, and wandered toward it, except for a few operators trying to find out if there was breech.
"NO! GET AWA—!" another operator cried.
Suddenly the vent burst open and crows and ravens poured into the room, cawing and flapping their wings. They weren't attacking anyone, but they were causing panic. Erasers arrived on the scene and attacked the birds. After a few minutes the winged invaders retreated.
"What on earth?" the operator that had yelled said.
"What is it?" An Eraser asked.
"All experiments on level 3 Blue are gone."
"Check Purple Cat's cell." Video appeared on the screen, showing Two Jawz and Dr. Ross inside the cell.
"My god, he's loose," the operator said. Other security personnel went to work, frantically making calls and pushing buttons. Erasers were being summoned and ordered to swarm. Suddenly the ground began to shake.
"What was that!" a frightened employee shouted.
"There are two experiments on the grounds," one replied.
"What's going on!" Jeb shouted as he stormed in, nearly slipping on one of the dead crows.
"PC's loose, Mr. Batchelder…All experiments of Level 3 Blue are gone, there are two experiments out on grounds killing off the Land Sharks and Howlers."
"Mr. Batchelder, Experiments on Level 2 and 4 have been released!" a second operative shouted.
"We don't know…they're not any of ours."
"How did they get in?" Jeb hollered, running his fingers through his hair.
"Sir, correction, someone let them in…"
Jeb scowled. "Send a squad to collect Rafmire and have him brought to my office. Send out squads NOW! I want these vigilantes contained!" Jeb stormed out of the security center…
I casually sat on my bed, working on a crossword…like nothing was going on. The fun was just starting. Suddenly shadows darkened the doorway.
"Let me guess…Jeb wants to see me." The Erasers pulled me up and dragged me out of the room. It wasn't long until I was thrown onto my face in front of Jeb. His son Ari was there too, holding Kane with her arms behind her back. I looked up at Jeb and whistled. "Man, you look pretty upset, something happen?" Jeb kicked me in the face with his shoe. "Start talking, Rafmire," he said coldly.
"I've got nothing to hide," I said, spitting out blood. "I did find the Network members…a long time ago." An Eraser kicked me in the stomach and another struck me in the head.
"But ...I was sick…of you…there was no way…I'd play by your rules…not anymore." I was struck again by another Eraser, he pinned me to the floor with his boot.
"So you lied to me…you were plotting this whole time and I never saw it coming," Jeb said smoothly.
"It doesn't matter if you kill me…you're about to get your butt handed to you anyway." "Your death may not matter but I'm sure…her's does." Jeb pointed to Kane. "Kill her." He ordered. My eyes widened and I began to squirm. Ari tried putting a hand over Kane's mouth to keep her quiet as he choked the life out of her. Suddenly, the entrance to the office warped and imploded as an angry Mercy came in playing with her lighter. "Hands off my brother," She said darkly. She snapped her wings out and objects began to tremble and crack. Ari screamed in a pain as Kane bit him. He slapped her and threw her to the floor.
"That hurt!" he snarled. "I'll get you for that, you little witch!" Kane got her feet and relished the taste of the blood in her mouth, a murderous gleam in her eyes. Then she transformed into a ferocious-looking Eraser. She was taller and heavier built than Ari. She roared and Ari screamed, his voice high like a little girl's. The Erasers that had me began to attack her and Mercy. I saw Ari and Jeb running to a doorway that opened on the opposite wall. I got to my knees and sent a shard of glass at Jeb. An Eraser rammed into me and my shard wound up grazing his shoulder. He glared at me one last time before the hidden door closed. Kane and Mercy made short work of the Erasers in the room. Mercy extended her hand and pulled me up.
"You're a mess, but I'm glad you're alright," she smiled.
"Is everything going into motion?" I asked. The lights flickered as a hideous storm raged outside and occasionally the floor would shake.
"That answer your question?" Mercy asked.
I smiled." Let's go."
"Not yet," she said. Mercy took my wrist and waved a hand over my Ring. Using her telepathy it unclipped itself and fell to the floor.
"Guys, we've got company," Kane said in a gruff voice.
Mercy made a smirk. "Excellent."