Not Like The Others

Chapter Eighteen- Scout

Mwha, with love, from a browner, very broke, but happy me.

Mel POV

I had left the meeting room yesterday feeling completely fearless, and this morning was no different.

There was an excited buzz running through my veins, it wasn't everyday that you got to go outside and practise for a mission that you didn't even think you were going to even partake in.

I did my usual morning routine, however it was just a tad earlier than usual, then I let myself out of my cage.

Being the sly little cat that I was, as I was in the meeting yesterday, I spotted amongst all confidential papers and documents; paperclips, holding them all together and I sneakily stole a few, knowing that they'd come to use later.

Pulling one out from under my thin mattress, I pulled it apart and expertly picked the lock, quietly slipping out and causally strolling towards the cage door, knowing that it would open before I would get to it and have to pick it too.

As it swung open and Butch and Double-D came charging through, I subtly slipped the mangled paper clip into my bra, hiding it out of sight.

"How the fuck did you get out of your cage?!" Butch roared, roughly grabbing my shoulders as he came to a sudden stop right in front of me.

I let out a low feline growl as his hands made contact with me, a warning that he shouldn't have even have gotten, and he quickly took his hands back off me, prompted too by Double-D, knowing that I would beat the absolute shit out of him if he didn't watch himself, step back and take his hands off me.

"Watch it, Rogue." I hissed, taking a step closer as he stepped back, showing him just how much power I had over him.

Double-D pulled him back and away before anything else could start and he took over, deciding that that would be the safest option.

"How did you get out?" He repeated the question, more controlled this time.

I stood there and let a lengthy pause take place, watching Butch get more and more worked up, much to my hidden, but obvious entertainment and Double-D's distress.

"Well, considering you are both trained guards, on duty, right outside, with a microphone AND camera trained on the very room I'm inside, you should not be asking that question. You should know it. It just proves your poor skills, and shows my awareness. My advice is that you two should try and combine your measly brains together and figure out that the lock isn't there for show, it's there to be locked. Try actually lock it next time, otherwise I can come and go as I please at night time. Good day." I lied, pushing past them and hooking the keys that unlocked the cage door onto my finger as I slipped past Double-D. I unlocked the door and threw the keys back over my shoulder, listening in amusement to them scrambling forward in a rush to catch them before they hit the ground.

"But I swear I locked it.." I heard Butch mumble, as I rounded the corner, causing me to purse my lips to hold back a smile.

I arrived at the gym early, thanks to my little stunt, so I had time to go through and look at some of the stuff that had been laid out all over the gym floor.

There was all sorts of weaponry and gear; from small daggers, absolute monster ones, to food packs, tasers and camouflaged paint.

"They got they're shit all sorted." I muttered to myself, walking over to the corner wall and leaning against it, shading myself comfortably amongst the shadows, hiding myself from view, just the way I liked it.

Brad slunk through the double doors very soon after me, spotting me almost immediately and joining me silently.

I glanced side on at him with a mastered stroppy looking; 'get out of my personal space look' and he caught it, frowning warily and momentarily shuffling away for a bit, before grinning, then sliding right back sliding back closer again.