𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 (Book 1)

Chapter 23: Infiltration Plan

FRANK

The oppressive desert sun beats down on us as we march ever closer to Phoenix. The city holds the key to unraveling the mysteries that have plagued us for so long. Our group has weathered its share of storms, both literally and figuratively, and now we stand on the precipice of our most daring mission yet: infiltrating the government facility.

Eleanor suggests we take a break to discuss our plan. We huddle around Oliver's map, each of us casting long shadows in the relentless heat. Our destination is within reach, and the anticipation is palpable.

"So, what's the plan, Frank?" Eleanor asks, breaking the silence. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the hope and trust in them. It's a heavy burden, knowing they look to me for guidance.

I clear my throat, trying to shake off the lingering doubts that have haunted me since our heated exchange back in the desert. "We can't just walk into that facility as Beings; they'd spot us a mile away. We need to find a way to blend in, to go undercover."

Eleanor nods, her mind clearly working on the problem. "I've been thinking about this too. If we can locate someone who works there, we might be able to obtain identification or uniforms. It's risky, but it's our best shot."

The plan begins to take shape in my mind. "Exactly. But here's the challenge: we'll need Eleanor's help. A lot of telepaths can manipulate minds, make people see and believe things. Can you do that, Eleanor?"

Eleanor's gaze drops briefly before she answers, her voice tinged with regret. "I can't. I can't control minds like that. My abilities are limited to reading surface thoughts and telepathic communication with you guys."

A wave of disappointment washes over us, but there's no time to dwell on it. We've overcome too much to let this obstacle deter us.

Zoe steps forward, determination etched on her face. "Alright, so Eleanor can't control minds. We adapt. Our first step is getting to Phoenix. Once there, we won't head straight for the facility. We need information. If we can identify an employee who frequents a nearby café or bar, we can gather intel."

Oliver chimes in, his expression resolute. "Our powers can be our allies. We'll use them subtly to eavesdrop on conversations, find out who works there, study their routines, and identify anyone who seems vulnerable to manipulation."

I meet Eleanor's gaze, and there's no mistaking the frustration and uncertainty in my eyes. We're in uncharted territory, and our margin for error is razor-thin. But we can't afford to falter now.

"Alright, then," I say, rallying my determination. "Let's stick to the plan. Zoe, Eleanor, your roles are critical for gathering information. Oliver and I will be your backup. We can't afford any missteps."

As we continue our march toward Phoenix, I can't help but wonder if my inner turmoil will prove to be our Achilles' heel or the catalyst that pushes us forward. Only time will reveal the answer.