Inhuman Love

Part 3

I hurriedly glance around in the hallway. Nobody's there. Yes. We're getting out of here.

Honestly, I don't have a plan. At least a good one. What I need to do first is get information. As much as I'd love to just burst out of here right now, if I don't know where the other Inhumans are hiding all of this is useless.

Best bet would be to ask somebody. Because I'm obviously not a hacker and these computers are heavily secured. But if that door was actually left open on accident my escape plans will be dust.

I could ask about Lincoln. Maybe they have all files on Inhumans gathered up together and I can get a good look on someone's location. Would be a start.

I decide to go to Jemma. She was really nice to me so why not.

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As I am eagerly, unable to hide my suspiciousness, walking towards the lab I almost bump into someone.

"Sorry," I mumble quietly, looking down. That's awkward.

He laughs. It sounds so British.

I look up. It's the man from the kidnapping day. Funny. I knew he was British.

"Oi, you're the lady we took from Connecticut, ain't ya? I haven't met you properly," he says, smiling dumbly at me.

I smile at him kindly. British people are crazy.

"I'm Hunter. Nice to meet ya. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name from the other day. My memory is like a sieve."

"It's Leah," I say shortly. I really need to get back on my mission.

"And where were ya hurrying just now, Leah? Y'know you looked very suspicious just about 5 seconds ago," he says smugly.

I freeze. It's looking very bad for me right now.

"I had friends in Afterlife. I just wanted to ask Jemma if they're all right," I answer. This isn't a lie. I'm not lying to him. We're good.

"Oh. In that case, follow me. I can get ya access to all of the files. Well, at least the Inhuman ones," he says, the stupid smile on his face again. It's like he's happy to be useful. To a random girl lurking around in this base.

I nod. I mean, help is help right? And he doesn't seem as strict as everyone else I've met so far.

We go to a room. It looks like an office but not. Everything is messy. Man, this feels kind of cozy. Hunter turns on the computer and types something in. He gestures me to take a look.

There's a list of Inhumans. Longer than I thought it would be. Are they tracking everyone?

I find Lincoln's name. He's on the list. Thank God.

"Him," I say, telling Hunter to open up the file. He nods and simply clicks on it.

There's a lot of nonsense numbers and words that don't make sense to me but this is not important right now. What catches my eye is there isn't a location. Dang it.

I find another familiar name. Alicia Jordan. This time, there's a full address. With the zip code. Jackpot.

It's easy to remember. Especially since I've got a memory like a steel trap. Now I just need to find out where I am and how to get out.