Chapter Nine

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Trisha opened her eyes after lying still on the bed for three hours straight, she was still a bit dizzy from all the blood she lost, but she was strong enough to sit up now. It was a complete silence, but she didn't mind it very much then. She looked to the white bedside table, there were foods on it. She was hungry, but she has no appetite at that moment.

"Now, how do I escape?" She thought loudly to ease the silence. "Should I try kicking it? Yes, yes I should. Wait, why am I talking to myself? The answer would be because I am the only one here. Ugh, stop."

She kicked the door once, twice, thrice. But it was no use. The door was locked and it was made out of metal. If it was made from wood or some kind, she would have been outside hours back. She looked around the room. She had nothing that would help her open the locked door, so her only chance is to escape when they move her somewhere to harvest her blood. They might keep her alive then, but after they have enough blood, she was sure they are going to annihilate her. There was no way they were gonna let her go with the information she knows. So if she wanted to stay alive, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after, then her best chance is running away.

When she finally stayed still, she realized how deafening it was. So she tried to listen harder, looking for some sound, any kind of noise, but there were none. She figured that the room she was kept in was soundproof. Or maybe it was simply because the room was isolated in some place in the building. But she felt like the silence was eating her alive, it was driving her mad. Her ears craved for some other sound other than her breathing and frantic heartbeats. Something was not right.

She slumped down against the wall. Her eyes were shut. It was almost as if the silence were sucking away her energy. When she was so close to blacking out, she heard the automatic door opened. She thought that someone might have put some drugs to make her hallucinate so that she won't be able to escape when they took her, but maybe she was wrong. Because when she thought someone would come in through the door, no one did.

What she did next was gain all her strength that she had left and ran as fast as she could at that moment. She was surprised to see the whole place crowded with at least thirty prisoners, but she was too dizzy to see if anyone there were her friends. For the first time, she saw where exactly her prison was. It turns out there were fourteen or so rooms other than hers in there. And every room was open.

She ran as fast as she could amongst the other prisoners. She has to find her team and find Rosa. She has to.

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He wasn't certain it would work. But it did.

A few years back Andrew was experimenting on making a super magnet to attach on his belt. He succeeded nicely, but never actually used it before.

He used the magnet to fish a phone from the nearby guard, gotta say he was a bit surprised when it worked. When he pulled back his magnet belt which he threw out from the small opening on the door, he found a communicator, a phone, and a pocket knife.

"I gotta say, I'm impressed that I was the one who created this magnet belt. It's so cool." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, give me the phone. Maybe I can try to mess the signal around here and hack the system again." Jared said and unattached the phone from the belt. "And don't open the door just yet; I need to find a way to deactivate the plasma. Unless you want to be a human salad, that is." He continued.

After at least ten minutes, the door opened. Or to be exact, doors. The whole prisons' door flew open.

"Um, Jared, did you...?" Kat trailed off.

"I guess I did. There are two more prison types. This is the common one; the others are specially built for special prisoners. I decided to open this prison type doors, but I might have made a little mistake and deactivated the whole facility security system completely." Jared answered.

"Wait, what?" Garrett said.

It was a mess there. Everyone was pushing each other to get out first. In the middle of it, Andrew searched for Trisha, but it wasn't Trisha who he found. It was Rosa Hartley. This means they did it. They could save not only her, but everyone.

"Rosa Hartley!" he called out.

Rosa turned towards him and walked over to him. She looked like a mess. She was wearing an all-white outfit, probably given to her by S.C.A.R.S. Her hair was tied in a messy way; some of it was loose and framed her face.

"You're Whitehall, right? I'm sorry but I do not recall your first name." she smiled. "Is this your team's doing?" she asked, gesturing to their surroundings.

"Yes." He answered.

He felt someone pushed through him and hugged Rosa tightly. It was Fred. He looked so relieved and happy to see her. Well, Rosa was one of his best friends after all. He recalled seeing them together a lot. Their friendship was known to everyone.

"Good to see you again, Rosalinda." He said.

"Don't you dare call me by my full name, Frederick." She answered, clearly happy to see him again.

"Same goes to you, Rosalinda." They both laughed.

Andrew looked warily around him. It was getting emptier every second and yet there was no sign of Trisha. Where is she? Could what Gregory said be true?

"We need to find Trisha." He said to the team.

Rosa was the first one to speak. How could she not? Her closest friend before Fred is Trisha. And if she is here, then she wants to meet her. She has to.

"She is here? Trisha Greene?" she asked.

"Yes. But we don't know where she is." Jared answered.

"We need to find her." she said.

"No, first, we get you out of here and find the others and go straight to Door E6-5 West. And then I will go back in to find Trisha if she is not there already. I'll be taking Kat and Dan with me. We can't risk them getting caught again. We need to save as much people as we can." Andrew replied.

They all nodded in agreement, except for Rosa who was still a bit unsure, but in the end agreed. And so, they fled.

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