Our Secret (A MingPha Story)

20. Change Of Plans

"I need to leave," Beam states for the millionth time, cornering himself in his room. He does not feel calm in this room. He knows that Forth is trying his best to hold the group together, to make sure everyone is safe before saving their friends. 

"You can't!" Kaownah snaps. He blocks the door with authority. "You can't leave. Forth will be devastated. No no no!" 

"Since when do you care about Forth?!" Beam screams back. Kaownah flares in anger. They both glare with such intensity that a third party would think a fight is about to occur. 

"He is family. Family is important to me. Don't give me your stupid reasons that I can't care for my family!" Kaownah raises his voice. 

Beam falls silent and walks back to the couch, taking his seat. He ignores Kaownah by scribbling on a notepad. Finally, Kaownah leaves the room with a huff. Beam wipes a tear and signs. He does not want to fight. But he has to. 

He looks around the room. Everything is cold and empty. He cannot feel Forth's warmth and safety. His Forth is not here. His Forth needs him to be strong. 

"I'll be strong Forth, I'll be strong for us..." 

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"Wait for my orders," A pale figure sits on an armchair with authority. He turns towards his right to where Tommy is. "And you! Don't think about doing anything!" 

Tommy keeps silent and stares back at him. His eyes are beautiful. Dark orbs with long lashes, and perfectly shaped eyes frame his face. His lips are full and alluring. He gives out an aura of dominance but Tommy notices a hint of a puppy trait. 

Tommy turns away and observes the room. There are many people, people with strength and audacity. He sees his hooded friend coming into the room. He looks at the beautiful man and notices Tommy, turning his blank expression into a glare. 

"Why did you put him here?" He shouts. The rest in the room shudders at his voice, waiting for the beautiful man to retort. Tommy just stares blankly. 

"He is useful. And I like him," The beautiful man responded flatly. He nods to a man beside and the man walks off. "How is the situation?" 

"Neutral, as usual. We can strike in exactly one hour," The hooded figure reports. "That Forth will never see it coming. We'll make sure there are no survivors this time." 

Tommy frowns but says nothing. He thinks of Earth and Fiat, remembering Kaownah's hopefulness in their plan. Nothing will change now. He is still a traitor in everyone's eyes. 

"Good. I want you to make sure no one is able to walk out alive. And that house to be a flat land when this ends," The beautiful man smiles in triumph. He sneaks a glance at Tommy, watching him struggle with the ropes around his shoulders and legs. "How lovely to see you without your calm demeanour. Should I call you P'Tommy? Or maybe White?" He smirks. 

Tommy gasps out as he remembers who this beautiful man is. He stops struggling and signs in defeat. There is nothing he can do now. Everything is planned. 

And no one will see it coming. Not Forth. Not Beam. Not Earth. Not even Ming... 

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Crash!

Phana throws a glass at the entrance of the room. He gets back his glare over his fear and holds up another glass, aiming for the person standing at the door.