Sang stood there, wondering what to do. It seemed that her life had boiled down to choosing between one bad scenario and the other. She decided to bite the bullet and open the door. Kota leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest, a solemn expression on his face. Silas wore the same expression, however his arms were behind his back. No one spoke immediately and they lapsed into an awkward silence. Sang watched curiously as Silas revealed the stack of papers he had been holding behind his back. Her missing documents. They knew everything. Sang blinked once, before she sprinted, flinging the door in the guy's faces. She'd made it half way to her bedroom before she was grabbed by a pair of hands and tackled to the floor. Surprisingly, a big body broke her fall - Silas. She squirmed, trying to escape his tight hold.
"Stop," he said, as Sang continued to struggle. "Sang. Just stop."
"No! Let me go!" she yelled, but her strength was only a fraction of the strength Silas possessed. His thick arms were around her torso, pinning her back to his chest. She tried to get some leverage and began kicking her legs wildly. Silas grunted as she kicked him hard in the shin.
"Kota! C'mere will you?" Sang had no idea what Kota had been doing while she and Silas fought on the floor, but he quickly came over and grabbed her legs, preventing movement. Realising she was outnumbered and weaker than the two guys, she went limp, sighing angrily in defeat.
"Just," Sang huffed, exhausted, "let me go...I-I'll explain everything." She said resignedly, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the tears burn behind them. The pressure was immediately taken off her torso as Silas pushed her off him and into a seated position. Kota stilled had a hold of her legs, however.
"Wait, I thought you guys were at the Academy hospital?" asked Sang, eyes still shut, her heart pounding wildly.
"We weren't." replied Kota, curtly. "Silas and I were... we had other things to do. The rest were at the hospital, though."
"By 'other things' do you mean trash my apartment?" Sang asked, eyes open now, the moisture giving them an unnaturally bright sheen. She watched as Silas and Kota had the audacity to look taken aback, their eyes going wide.
"Aggelle...Sang. Kota and I weren't the ones who trashed your apartment." Replied Silas.
"Why would you even suspect us?" asked Kota curiously.
"You're kidding me right? You knew. You KNEW I was working against you - of course you'd have a reason to trash my apartment!" she cried. "And anyway... how do YOU," she pointed at Silas, "have my stuff?"
"What stuff?" asked Silas, confused. Sang rolled her eyes. She wondered why they were playing stupid.
"My documents... the profiles I made on you guys."
"Oh. Those documents. They were an interesting read, let me tell you that." Silas smirked, enraging Sang further. She lashed out, grabbing the papers from his hand. Why oh why was this happening? She'd never messed up an assignment so badly before. Maybe what Marie used to say was right. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this.
"So about you telling us everything..." began Kota, smoothly retrieving the papers from her hand. She tried to grab them back but she couldn't move much as Kota still held her legs and his arm was now behind him and too far out of her reach.
"Look, I'll tell you what you want to know if you let me up." Sang bargained. She was met with an amused snort.
"What, so you'll run off again? Don't think so, Aggelle Mou." Said Silas, mirth evident in his eyes.
"What the hell is A Gully Will Moo?" asked Sang, confused at what Silas had called her. All it took was one glance from Kota and the two burst out laughing. Sang's brows furrowed as she watched them, half in interest, half in absolute confusion. Was what she had said really that funny? She watched as they rolled around - literally - on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. She bit her lip to fight down the urge to laugh also. They sobered up a few minutes later, and she watched as Kota removed his glasses to wipe away the remnants of his tears. She had never seen anyone laugh so hard at a mere question.
"She got you, Si." Said Kota, putting his glasses back on.
"What on earth was so funny?" asked Sang, "It was just a simple question, I don't get what was so funny about it. It sounds like you were calling me a cow. Moo."
This almost set them off again but they were interrupted by a thumping coming from somewhere inside the apartment. All traces of laughter gone, Silas jumped up to his feet and whispered, "You two wait here, let me go and check it out." This left Sang alone with Kota, who stared after Silas, his eyes narrowed as if he were concentrating. It was strange how the mood could change from frivolous to sinister in a matter of seconds. Silas returned a few moments later.
"Well?" asked Kota, standing up. Silas looked wearily at Sang. He quickly moved over to Kota and whispered something in his ear. Sang's eyes narrowed as she wondered what they were whispering about. Kota nodded in response to whatever Silas was saying.
"Sang," began Silas "do you promise to behave?"
"That depends"
"On what?"
"On what you two were whispering about." The guys shared a look, communicating silently until Kota gave a brief nod.
"Well," Silas cleared his throat, "it seems like the whole crew is here." Whole crew? Just as the thought formed in Sang's mind, Silas grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the living area. In front of her were all the Academy guys, each one looking dishevelled and spent, apart from Owen, whose only indication of unkemptness was the slight ruffle of his shirt.
"Miss Sorenson." said Owen. "What a pleasant surprise."
