I'm pretty sure we all stop breathing. Compromised? How could it be compromised? There were forty three people with powers back home. Sure some of them are kids but still, we've never come across anything or anyone that could compromise the homestead.
Declan is the first to snap out of shock, "WHAT ON EARTH?!?! IS HE FOR REAL?!?!?! I MEAN COME ON PEOPLE!!!! SOOOOO!!!!! NOTTTTT!!!!!! FUNNYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
"Oh shut up!!!!!" Amber slaps her hand on top of Declans mouth to get him to be quiet. "Right, we all heard the boss. Homesteads compromised. Protocol 326: If homestead gets compromised head to nearest bomb shelter. Find out what's goin' on and act accordingly."
"Did you just recite that?" Declan whispers to Amber.
"Nah I just decided to waste precious brain space, and remember all of the protocols." Amber rolls her eyes and holds up her phone. On the screen is the list of all 468 protocols ever invented.
"Ok, we need to get to the closest bomb shelter." I nod my head like I know exactly what I'm talking about, "anybody know where that is?"
"See." Declan points his finger at me, "I'm not the only hopeless one here."
I glare at him while Amber simply sighs and goes to the cockpit. "Rightio peoples, we're currently flying over Ireland. The nearest bomb shelter is thirty clicks away, Ballincolla."
"Ok what are the bomb shelters again?" Declan looks between Amber and I.
"There really strong abandoned shelters from bombs back in World War One and two. There forgotten but as I said, they are really strong so those are our evacuation sites." I shake my head disapprovingly at Declans lack of knowledge.
"Hopeless huh?" Amber says to her self.
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Half an hour later, the plane gently touches down on a deserted part of Ballincolla. It's a small spaced out town.
"There was a war here?" Declan looks out sceptically at the green pastures.
"Back then no one knew if they were about to get bombed." I say as I press my face to the window to get a better view.
"Hey Amber, do you think Maxie will be able to cloak us?" Declan asks Amber while he grabs his bag.
"Nope. If homesteads compromised then we ain't relyin' on 'em for nothin'." Amber slings her own bag over her shoulder and makes her way out of the plane.
I grab my own bag and follow Declan out as well. "So what are we going to do with that?" Declan waves his hands in front of the plane.
Amber turns and looks at him like he's insane. "First up," Amber puts her hand in a know it all position, "My gorgeous baby is NOT an it. Second, we'll have to manually camouflage it won't we?"
I loudly clear my throat, "I hate to be the one to pop your bubble, but what do you mean manually?"
Amber gives us a sly smile, "I ain't called a bird shifter for no reason ya know."
In seconds she turns into a tiny white and black chickadee bird. She lets out a loud chirp. I hope that wasn't meant to be intimidating.
She spreads her little wings and takes flight. Soaring high and fast above us, she soon disappears from sight.
"Wow that's a lovely plan. Never knew that that's what you do to camouflage your plane." Declan sarcastically says.
"Ok I'm going to assume that she knows what she's doing and is not expecting us to do something." I tell myself as much as Declan.
We sit on the ground waiting for our pilot to come back from wherever. I can't help but think about how homestead could get compromised and what we need to do, which I have no clue. First things first though, we need to get to the bomb shelter and set up camp.
PPppiiinnnnggggg
My phone beeps, signalling that someone sent me a text. I pull out my phone from my pocket and flip it open. The message is from the head doctor, Dr Ronald Woodruff. Ronald can slowly heal people by hovering his hand over wherever their injured. It's a weak power though and can take days sometimes.
Homesteads in ruins. STAY AWAY~ Dr. Woodruff
What? Who attacked?~Mckayla
Unidentifiable. Don't think that their humans, but seriously have no idea~Dr. Woodruff
Ok we're coming in~Mckayla
Negative there. You're the only one on the outside need you out there for now~Dr Woodruff
Injured?~ Mckayla
Nothing I can't handle. Their keeping hostages~Dr Woodruff
Hold tight there doc. We'll do something~Mckayla
"Right, at least we know that their not all dead now." Declan is hovering over my shoulder reading the texts.
"Jeesh Declan, you have the weirdest, most depressing brain that I have ever met." I stand up and brush any dirt off my pants.
"Hey! I'm thinking positively here, and it's kinda creepy that you've met my brain don't you think?" Declan crosses his arms over his chest
I get stopped from answering Declan by the flapping of a tiny chickadee bird. It lands on a clump of grass near us and transforms back into Amber.
"Have fun?" Declan snarkly asks.
"I did actually. Found a haystack half a mile from 'ere. I'll drive the plane into it and we can hide it in that." Ambers already walking into the plane.
"I don't know if this is such a great plan Amber," I say as Declan and I follow her onto the plane. We all sit down in the cockpit. Amber fires up the engines, Declan and I brace for impact.
"Just relax ok? I know exactly what I'm doing 'ere." Amber slowly runs the plane along the grassy pastures.
"Well that makes me feel so much better." Declan is freaking out next to me.
Half a minute later we see the huge haystack. Who in their right mind needs this much hay? Amber steers the plane nose first into the stack.
WHOOSH! The sound of hay tumbling around the plane fills our ears. We all sit quietly thinking about the events that recently occurred.
"Do you think it's covered?" Declan quietly whispers.
I get up and look out of all the windows in the plane, including the roof ones. Everyone is covered with a thick layer of hay. "Yeah I think so." I say back. "Right we might be gone for a while so take all your equipment that we'll need. Food and your clothes bag of course." I tell them the plan and grab some of my stuff.
After getting all of our stuff we carefully get out of the plane. Which is easier than it sounds. We now stand at the base of a rather large haystack. "Ok Amber, seeing as though you are our pilot and navigator, which way to go?" I look expectantly at her.
She looks down at a high tech GPS. "Ok fellas we'll be headin' thata way." Amber points to a northerly direction and starts to head off.
At least fifteen minutes pass before we reach a forest of old decaying trees. "Well this isn't spooky." Declan nervously looks around like he's waiting to see the walking dead behind a tree.
"Very manly of you." I point out to him.
"Oakie dokie 'ere it is." Amber bends down near a rusted port hole lid. "Who wants to open it?" We all look at each other. Declan was definitely right. This place is kind of creepy and none of us want to open it.
"I volunteer Declan." I say.
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A/N:
What do you guys think? That bird at the top is a chickadee and is what Amber looks like when she shape shifts. I really would appreciate it if you guys did vote or comment, it would be a big help.
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