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Gray's POV

Too much. Too much bullshit. I've been sitting in the same chair since last night, and it's morning now. Battle plans lay spread out on the desk in front of me, waiting to be put into action.

"You look like shit." I look up, squinting my eyes as Ethan suddenly turns the ceiling lights on.

Yeah. I probably look even worse than shit. I feel like it too, which I think is even more worse. I snort, rubbing my eyes before stretching out in the stiff chair.

"I wouldn't look like shit if you helped me. Don't forget that you're a leader too." I remind him, and he laughs, shaking his head and taking a seat in the chair across from me.

How does he do that? Simply laugh without a single care. It's like he doesn't know that he's in a slowly dying world on the brink of complete war and chaos. Although really it's already is in chaos.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. It's not just you trying to save what's left here, there are others like you doing the same. Don't wear yourself out. You look ugly when you do." He chuckles, and I give him a withering look.

Get me a counselor then. Or maybe therapy? Who knows, maybe I'll come out as a new and improved Grayson.

"I know, but this war is between me and Xeng. I'm certain he's devising some plan. Probably for resources, it's what everyone wants. By the way, have you found that note yet?" Ethan sighs, shaking his head no.

Nothing, I mean nothing, ever goes right for me. I swear.

"Ok. Don't stop looking for it. Also, I'm suspicious. Of Andrea." This causes Ethan to lean forward in his chair, clearly intrigued by the fact that I don't trust her. She's been around for so long, almost as long as we have.


"Trent. I don't know what, but I feel like he's up to something with Andrea and we need to either stop them altogether or confront and see what happens." I stand up, fixing the papers up and then setting them inside the desk.

"I'll keep an eye on her. In the meantime, you just take care of yourself. I'm sure you can do that." Ethan says, and I roll my eyes but nod. With a wave he leaves, leaving me alone to my thoughts.

It's what, Tuesday? Wednesday? I don't even know anymore. But I know that I'm hungry and I haven't eaten since yesterday. I leave the room, heading for the cafeteria for a late breakfast.


God, please let it not be another annoying girl who thinks she has a cha- oh. I stop in front of her, blinking. She seemed shy to approach me, and her head was tilted in a cu-weird way.

"Ray. What do you want?" I internally chastise myself when I see her flinch. I didn't mean to be so rude but my hunger was starting to annoy me.

"I have something to give to you. I know I shouldn't have peeked at it but Andrea made it my business when she decided to be a bitch to me about it." I frown as she says bitch, giving her a look. Talking about people in higher positions that way so freely?

"What is- Ray!" I hiss and reach out for the note. Ray backs up though, quickly keeping it out of reach.

Thoughts race through my mind as I watch her reread the note. How long has she kept this? Maybe she knows something about the note that could help me? Oh, what am I saying. What would she know?

"It seems to me that Andrea has something that Trent wants. Or at least, that's what I'm guessing. And I'm also guessing he wants supplies?"

I stand there, blinking at her. How in hell was she able to get so much out of that? But more importantly, why does she think it's Trent?

"You said Trent?" I say, and grab the note from her. I read it, my eyes narrowing down at the name Calhoun. That doesn't look like Trent's name.

Ray nods, leading me to an empty room. I lean against the cold wall, note still in hand.

"Rose said its his mother's name. Maybe he uses it to keep his identity safe?" I frown at her suggestion, looking at her.

"You should leave this to us and focus more on your fighting." Ray's eyes widen, her irises flashing a brilliant green in the dark room.

"No way. It sounds to me that you need my help considering I was the one who was able to get that much information out of a simple note. Not you." I scowl at her response, walking to her until there was only a few feet of space.

"You don't know shit." I spit, clenching the note in my hand. The anger in me started to rise as she smirked.

"Really? Well. If you say so. Good luck with your note." And with that she turns to leave. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of brown hair. I curse, stumbling forward.

I grab Ray's wrist, yanking her back towards me. She stumbles, nearly knocking into my chest as I pull her back.

"What? I thought you said-" I shush her, dragging her back into the room just as Andrea walks by, oblivious.

I keep my hand pressed over Ray's mouth, my other arm tightly wrapped around her torso as I slowly back up against the wall. Ray makes an odd noise just as Andrea walks inside. Luckily, the room was dark and she didn't bother turning on the lights. I lower my head next to Ray, whispering a slight "sh" in her ear as she tries to break free.

She looks around with her eyes narrowed before quietly leaving, her footsteps fading away.

Ray gasps, as I let go, whirling around to scowl at me. I blink, staring at her with a straight face.

"You didn't have to do all that! I know how to be quiet when I have to." I roll my eyes, nudging her towards the door.

"So, still don't want my help with that note? I mean, I do know Trent as well as you. Possibly more." She raises her brows. Why does this girl always want to stick her head in my business? I'm not complaining, it does add some entertainment to my work. Not that I'm saying I enjoy her company. I just don't hate it.

I cross my arms, my face grim but my voice sounding defeated.

"Fine. But do not tell anyone about this. Not even your friend Virus."


"Whatever. I'm hungry, you're dismissed." I begin to walk away towards the cafeteria. Ray scoffs, catching up to me. I glance at her once before looking straight ahead.

"You know, maybe if you were a little nicer we could actually get along well." This time it's my turn to scoff.

"Who said I wanted to get along with you?" At this I look over at her, and again, feel the wave of regret as I see her look down. Without even knowing, I stop, sighing.

"I did not mean that. But I am your leader, not your friend. I hope that is clear." I keep my voice stern but not too mean as I look at her. Well, the curtain of raven black hair that's hiding her face. Something about her makes me want to say sorry a million times when I say something rude. But, I've always been rude, so why change now?

"Well, since we're basically working together to find out what this note means, aren't we technically like..coworkers?" She says, and the corner of her mouth tilts up.

"Don't be ridiculous." I quickly turn to hide the small smile creeping onto my face as I hear the word coworker. What a stupid word. I walk away quickly, leaving her and her small fits of laughter.

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