Not Just Another Number

Gang's All Here

Sarah's POV

"And..." Dustin whispers. We all wait for his cue as we watch people leave the theatre. "Blend." He hurries us into the crowd. We all keep out heads down, trying to not look suspicious.

Erica looks around and smiles. "Shit, that worked."

"Of course it worked. We just need to get on the bus with the rest of these plebes and then it's home sweet home, here we come." Dustin sighs. Steve pales a little beside me. I raise an eyebrow. What did he do?

"Uh, Dustin?" He stammers, scratching at his face nervously. "What?" Dustin asks, not looking back at him. "We might not wanna go to your house." Steve warns.

"Why?"

"Well, I might have told them your full name." My mouth drops. Seriously?! How? Dustin stammers, shocked. "What is wrong with you?" He hisses in a hushed voice.

Steve tries to defend himself. "Dude, I was drugged."

"So?"

"So?"

"So you resist. You tough it out, like a man."

"Oh yeah, it's easy for you to say." Steve rolls his eyes. I shake my head. Great, then who's house can we hide at now? I feel someone grab my arm, making me stop.

I look over and see Christine staring ahead of us, eyes wide. "Guys?" I follow her gaze and immediately feel my blood run cold. Ahead of us are Russian guards, identifying every person that passes.

Shit, we can't let them see us. I grab onto Steve's arm and pull him back. "Abort!" I tell them, turning around and running the other way. I hear them follow behind me.

We run to the escalators, finally looking back. I notice two of the Russian guards are following us. I look back at the escalators and an idea pops into my head.

I squeeze myself onto the middle part between each escalator and push off using the sides. I slide down to the second floor and stutter to a stop at the bottom. I quickly move out of the way and watch the others do the same.

I frantically look around for a place to hide, and I spot the closed corndog hut. "This way." I tell them as I lead them over. I hop over the counter and crouch down behind it.

"You think this'll work?" Robin asks as she crouches down beside me.

I shake my head. "Nope, but I'm hoping it will." We all stay quiet and slowly everybody begins to leave the mall.

I poke my head up to see, and find, at least, five guards looking for us. I duck down quickly and press myself against the counter. "Shit." I hiss under my breath.

"What's wrong?" Steve whispers.

"Bunch of guards looking for us. no way out without them seeing."

"Can't you just fry them?" Erica whispers, sinking lower onto the ground.

"Nope, I have a strict, no frying people policy. But, I could make a distract-" I stop talking suddenly, hearing footsteps getting closer to where we're hiding. Fuck! How am I supposed to fight five guards, with big guns?!

I feel someone grab my hand. I look down at our hands, and look up to see Steve. He's giving me a reassuring look, but it does nothing to calm me down. I breathe heavily, feeling my body heat flare in fear. I'm just expecting, waiting, for the guards to grab me.

But it seems like luck is finally on my side. A car alarm randomly goes off near us, making the guards stop moving. Wait, car alarm? But the only car in here is the prize car, and I don't think it even has the keys.