[Sorry chapters of this book will be short]
The decision was made final, there would be a trade of Jin for medicine.
Anne, Nick, Alex, and Alice would take Jin to the old docks, which was abandoned about 60 years ago. The problem was to get the message to the officials. Jess was voluntold.
This is how she ended frightfully high on top of a PerfectTech building.
WHY? why?! Why?! wHY?! I could fall any minute, but who would care about poor Jess?! Ha! NOBODY THAT'S WHO!
How Jess got on top of the building in the first place you may wonder. Let's just say it was one hell of climb on the under construction building that was an extension of the sky scraper. Thankfully no one saw her.
Now all she had to do was hang the banner Alice made for her. The least to saw about it was that it was very glittery. This part was the easy part, that did not take her an hour to hang a banner, no, not at all.
Jess had a fabulous time nearly dying more than a few times climbing down building that was under construction.
When the sirens of the police could be heard, Jess walked a little faster, cameras were everywhere, but there's always hidden spots and corners, but still there were a few people out at this time, she looked okay from a distance, but she's dead if someone pays too much attention.
The one thing she didn't count on was a dog.
Let's just say it took hiding in a trash bin to finally stop the chase.
When she got out of the trash can when the dog was gone, she looked over to tv in a store, she smiled, her message was seen, on the news too.
Meanwhile at the Docks...
Again Jin was tied up to a chair, she hated being hostage, it felt demeaning.She wanted to punch the closest person next to her, which so happened to the male called Nick.
There was the female archer at the top, it was idiotic of the female to think Jin didn't know where she hid. The other male and female were at the point of talking madness, she shouldn't have expected anything else.
"That brat better have got the message out," Jin heard Nick mutter. She laughed at him, "Little trust in your team mates I see, but what else is to be expected from you. This hostage of yours is already going down hill."
"What no begging to let you go," he sneered.
"I do not beg," she told him all while glaring at him.
"Nice to know," he said sarcastically, though she didn't pick up the glint of respect in his voice.
Then everyone's heads shot up at the noise of a truck and shouting.
Then walked in Jin's father with a team of men. Along with a crate of medicine. The sound of Anne pulling back her bow was heard, she did not release the arrow yet. Nick took a fightening stance, Alex stiffened, and Alice seemed unfazed. Meanwhile Jin could only look at her father with the shame in her gut for getting captured in the first place.
The whole trade was too silent. The aura seemed off. The crate was pushed over to Nick, while Nick shoved Jin over to her father.
Once Nick picked up the crate, the four ran like hell. If there was one thing the team could agree on is that they all know how to run fast.
Meanwhile at the hideout...
Ace was burning up that much Chase knew. He truly wished he payed more attention to his mother when she brought other Imperfections back to health.
Suddenly Jess came in an awful fright, looking like one too.
"Did they get the message?"
"I'm not looking like this for nothing!"
Dale then went to give her a stolen candy in hopes to calm her stress.
Meanwhile with the Perfections...
"You're just going to let them get away!" Jin screamed at the officer when they got out of the Imperfections range, in the heavy armored truck. The Perfections made no move to go after them, it infuriated, she can just imagine that smug look on the Imperfection's face, known as Nick.
"Oh it's alright my dear, we've got that covered," her father said.
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Corruption
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