After the four had escaped, the Collector had started sending more and more of his goons to scout houses around the area.
Idiots. They don't even know what they are looking for. But I do.
It was Phin's job.
Phin sat in the corner of an abandoned house. The floors, the walls, the doors, windows- everything and everywhere had been searched.
There was nothing.
Nothing to be found.
Phin had hit a dead end. There was only one option left, and to Phin, it wasn't an option.
But to the others, it might be an option.
Phin startled at the thought.
No. No one knows where that is. It's been hidden for years.
Unless...
Unless someone found it.
Phin jumped up.
I have to find out. I need to get there first. Before the Collector's men do.
It's my job.
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