Deadly Alliance

15- Apologies

The 5 spent the day getting everything ready to go and sleeping. They need rest to stay awake when they stalk through the dark. Leo was reading a magazine on the couch, Jackson and Ryan were getting some sleep, Cole and Peyton already got rest and we're currently playing Uno. Peyton put a card down, then Cole picked one from the pile. Peyton did the same before Cole placed a draw 2. She drew 2 cards as Cole called out Uno.

Peyton debated what card she should put down. A blue 4, a red 8, and 2 green 5s. She went with the red 8 and waited for Cole. He smirked and placed down a red draw 2.

"Boom."

"Psh," Peyton said, smiling. "Whatever."

"Wanna go again," Cole asked.

"I actually got to go run an errand real quick, before we head out." 

"Your not supposed to leave, Peyton. Especially not alone."

"I'm fine. I just have to look at something." Peyton started to leave and ignored Coles question of what she had to look at. Getting on an old motorcycle Leo and her fixed, she drove out of the warehouse and onto the streets. Her ball cap and sunglasses helped her blend in along with the braid on her left shoulder. Peyton drove past fast food places, auto part stores, and clothing stores. She turned right into the cemetery and passed under the trees shade. Going along the small roads throughout it, she finally stopped and got off the bike. Peyton walked over and stood in front of 3 gravestones. The first read: Danial Wright and Mary Wright. Loving parents of 3 beautiful children. The second one said: Tracey Wright. Oldest of 3. Loving, brave, and strong. The third grave: Jacob Wright. Youngest of 3. Smart, playful, and imaginary.

Peyton stood there staring at her family's markers for who knows how long. The sun was getting ready to set, but she didn't move. Suddenly, a car pulled up and someone got out. They walked up to Peyton and next to her, looking at what she was looking at. She didn't care since she already knew who it was.

"They seemed like nice people," Ryan spoke softly. Peyton nodded.

"They were." Moments of silence passed before Ryan broke it.

"Peyton... I'm truly sorry for what I did."

She sighed. "Me too. I was just so angry that killing you was kind of what I wanted. But I could never bring myself to do it."

"You know, we're really not that different. My family-"

"Cole told me about me about that. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I've grown to live with it now." Ryan watched as their shadows got longer and longer. "We better get going." Peyton agreed and they left towards their transportations. Peyton just got on the motorcycle when Ryan said something.

"I almost forgot." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of folded paper and gave it to Peyton. "I saw it on your bed when we broke you out of prison. Thought you might want it."

Peyton unfolded the paper and held her breath. It was the picture of her family at the beach. "Thank you, Ryan."

"No, thank you. For helping us fight. You do have some pretty good skills."

"Haha. I'm not the only one." Ryan got in the car and drove back to the warehouse with Peyton following. They pulled in and got ready for the night ahead of them.

Once everyone was in their black fighting clothes to blend in with the dark, they gathered and got all the weapons they needed and gadgets. They then went to the van and all got in. Jackson driving, Ryan passenger, and Cole, Peyton, and Leo in the back. 

"Remember what your job is and whatever you do, don't get caught. This is only the first part of our plan- to set the charges and blow the building up. Get in, get out," Ryan told everyone, who nodded. Jackson pulled off the road and into the dark trees and turned the van off. Everyone got out except Cole who held his laptop in his lap. 

"Cole, we're counting on you to guide and warn us if anything goes sideways," Jackson said. "Don't let us down."

"Never," he replied. With Cole in the van, everyone set out into the dark forest, ready to end this.

Hopefully...