Chapter Thirty-Eight: Unrecognizable

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So, it turned out that Taylor was going to help me get Raine and the rest of my friends back. He said he might know a guy who could help us out, but we would have to leave tomorrow and take one of the cars to get there. Apparently, the guy had a place where a bunch of 'susceptibles', as Taylor liked to say, would hang out. The guy had broken into Obsidian compounds before, stealing supplies and what not so Taylor hoped that he could help us out and give us a few tips on how to sneak into the facility.

I repeatedly thanked him and told him that he didn't have to help me out, but he insisted and told me that he wanted to. Right now, Dylan, Taylor, Sebastian, and I were finishing going over a plan for tomorrow.

"Alright, I think that's it, guys. Is there anything else we're forgetting?" Taylor asked, standing up from his chair. The rest of us started to get up too.

"No, I think we're good," Sebastian said as he pushed his seat in.

"Actually there's one more thing," Dylan sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "If Nora goes in there, everyone is going to recognize her immediately." He looked between Taylor and Sebastian before settling his gaze on me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. How would they recognize me? I've never been there before. How could they know me?

"Nora, everyone there knows who your parents were and they'll know who you are too. Monarch and Obsidian both sent your profile out for everyone to see and they're offering rewards to whoever brings you in. So if you're going to go in there, you can't be recognized," Dylan explained.

"So what are you suggesting I do, wait in the car, because I'm certainly not sitting out of this one considering the lack of information I get from you-," I shook my head, prepared to deliver a long speech about my unwillingness to be benched.

"No, don't worry, I'm not kicking you out of our little party," Dylan rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying that if you don't want to be recognized you're going to have to change your appearance or something, I don't know. Just do something so that no one will recognize you," Dylan rambled a little at the end.

I nodded. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

Julie and Jordan had offered to take Dylan and I to get new clothes and stuff that would make me 'unrecognizable' to the susceptibles or anyone else who might've come across my picture. I caught up with Julie and Jordan for a little while before I shifted back to walk next to Dylan. I knew the two girls from tennis. All three of us had played in the same region. We weren't really friends, but I was always polite and friendly when I saw them at tournaments.

"There's a Lululemon this way!" Jueli called out a few feet in front of Dylan and I. Dylan turned to face me with wide eyes.

"Uh, I think we're good. I saw a Dick's Sporting Goods on the map back by the fountain. It should be on the right in a little bit," I said, glancing at Dylan with a grin. I watched as he sighed in relief and smirked back at me before looking ahead again. Julie and Jordan kept calling out the names of stores that Dylan and I had no interest in getting clothes from. When I saw the Dick's Sporting Goods sign to our right, I quickly grabbed Dylan's hand.

"C'mon!" I whispered, pulling him into the store without Julie and Jordan noticing. Dylan and I ducked and bolted into the store.

"Thank God," Dylan huffed. "I don't think I could've made it if we actually went into the Lululemon."

"What, Lululemon's not your style, Dylan?" I smirked. Dylan rolled his eyes and started going through pants. I moved over to the women's section where I found a row of dark colored cargo pants and leggings. I grabbed a few pairs of pants that looked about my size before I moved onto the shirts section. After snatching a few tank tops, shirts, and jackets and grabbing some for Raine too so when we broke her out of Obsidian she would have something else to wear, I made my way back to Dylan who was standing by a row of shoes. When he heard my footsteps he turned his head.

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