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It was quiet as Alex sat in his room, alone on his bed. He had his legs crossed, staying in silence as he observed the small phone he had gotten from the guard earlier. His brows were furrowed, and his expression annoyed as it began to ring.
RING.
RING.
RING.
"Hello?"
A voice boomed from the other side after a little silence, making Alex stiffen in his place. But then his brows once again furrowed, speaking into the phone.
-"..This is Alex. What'd you give me this thing for?"
-"To get myself killed probably.." The guard sighed into the phone, all while standing infront of the mirror and shaving his beard. His face hardened as he took a deep breath, talking to Alex in a firm tone.
-"Look- I'm gonna give you information, you're gonna give it to those kids, and them I'm staying out of it from now on. Understand?"
-"..And why are you all of a sudden a bleeding heart?"
-"I'm not. I just- I didn't really think things through when I got involved in all this mess, alright? Just shut up, listen, and be a good carrier pigeon."
-"I'll carry a foot to deliver up your-"
-"Keep talking and I'm hanging up."
Everyone circled around Ashlyn, wanting to see what the note in her hands said. Rylee, who was now currently out of the wheelchair was standing infront of her sister with Tyler on one of her side and Taylor on the other, the blonde behind them, who was talking. "What's it say?" Aiden had his hand on the shoulder of the brunette, trying to squeeze his way through, and making the girl loose balance. "Stop pushing, moron." Tyler snapped at Aiden, and held his hand which was on her shoulder by his wirst, yanking it off of the girl. She sent him a nod, and Tyler just scoffed, per usual. Ashlyn was annoyed as everyone circled around her, well except her sister. She took Rylee by the arm, pulling her next to herself, as she glared at the others. "All of you go sit down, now."
ANNOYED.
Alex and Ashlyn came up with a method of communication since surveillance is so tight. Alex will put his notes in the clean laundry, and she'll read them here at night. Then she'll put my own notes in the dirty laundry during the day, and he'll read them when he has privacy.
Now as Ashlyn was still standing, Rylee took a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to Tyler who had his elbow propped up on his thigh, his chin in his palm. Everyone else was either sitting on the bed or the ground. "He says they found our parents in coma in the cells."
