Chapter Eight

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Nathan got out of the car before I did, and shielded his face from the sun. “Bloody hell this sun is bright.”

I got out and grinned at him. “Are we all blinded by the light?”

“What? No, you didn’t!” He exclaimed.

“Will we all get low, all get low?” I winked.

“Shit, no, you didn’t. You can’t have. How did you find us?” He exclaimed.

“I have my ways. You couldn’t have expected me to not look you up. You were a band, and I needed to find you,” I grinned.

“You’re a dick!” He exclaimed. “How many songs did you listen to?”

“Let me think… about 48?” I grinned.

“You listened to all of them… you’re a little bitch,” he hissed.

I grinned at him. “There are demons in my head.”

“Siva wrote that one, so hah!” He laughed.

“What are you two doing?” Max asked, frowning at us.

“This little bitch has found out about The Wanted,” Nathan replied.

Max looked at me with wide eyes. “No, you couldn’t, we removed everything.”

I grinned at them both. “You think you could hide that from me? You should have known better. I can get into anywhere; including your safety system.”

Max winked at Nathan. “Oh, I know…

“I thought you were better than that, Max,” I chuckled. He looked at me and grinned. “Alright, I didn’t actually. That just made me sound like an idiot. I know you’re dirty; you’re friends with him!”

“That was unnecessary!” Nathan exclaimed.

“Was it really?” I asked.

“Yes, it was,” he replied.

“But was it?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Was it?” I asked.

“Yes!” He exclaimed.

“I know,” I grinned. “But it’s fun being mean to you.”

“Well that was mean,” he frowned.

“Oh wow, stop arguing, and let’s go!” Max exclaimed. I took Nathan’s hand and pulled him over to the dirty brown door at the entrance to the factory. Max kicked it down, so I let go of Nathan’s hand and followed Max inside. We went down a corridor, until we got to a large room at the end. It was obviously the main factory floor. The majority of it was empty, apart from the long table of twelve workers pinned against the back wall. We went down to them and looked at what they were doing. They had packets of white powder, and were stuffing them into the bottoms of teddies. I frowned at Nathan as he realised what it was.

“Why are they doing this?” I asked.

“Because they’re afraid,” Max replied. He was looking at the trembling hands of a young, black haired woman.

“Max, you’re the one scaring her!” I exclaimed. He stepped away and her hands slowly stopped trembling.

I went over and put my hands on her shoulders and crouched down next to her. “Don’t worry; we aren’t going to hurt you. We just want to find out where the person who keeps you here is,” I said.

“She can’t understand. They’re all Polish,” Max laughed.

“And do you know any Polish?” I asked.

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