Revenge of Wounded (Book 2 of The Impossible trilogy)

Chapter 15: Why You Don't Go Willingly Into a Trap

Golden

"Ok, so here is the deal." I addressed the group, all of us hiding behind bushes that looked upon the grey walled facility. Once I have gathered all of their attention, I continue.

"First, why are Malea and Shontelle here?"

Almost comically, Malea makes a pouty face, saying, "I wanted to see some action."

So she's a thrill seeker. I didn't see that coming. After I've recovered from her unusual, or un-Malea, reaction, I turn to Shontelle to listen to her explanation.

She scowls in annoyance. "It's not like I have a choice. You guys dragged me into your stupid mess."

"You could have stayed in the vehicle." Tony comments which is rewarded with a fierce glare from Shontelle that would scare even a lion into becoming the Cowardly Lion.

Josh rolls his eyes. "Don't start you two. We couldn't leave Shontelle and Malea by themselves without protection. There is a really good possibility that Wounded already knows we are here. Like a ninety-nine percent possibility."

"As much as I don't like bringing them along, I guess we have no choice." I end up saying, but with uncertainty.

I look at the ground, looking for something to write with. Picking up a stick, I spot a patch of dirt not far from us and I begin to draw the outline of the facility, making sure to add in the location of the door and other important information.

"So the plan is that we will split into two groups, one will go to the left and the other the right, that way we can search for Malea's father quicker. I know the whole go left or right thing isn't very detailed, but that's all we have since we don't know the facility's layout. Anyway, I'll choose the groups"

Under the picture of the building, I make two columns labelled 'group left' and 'group right'. I look up in time to see Fiera's amused expression, which causes me to shrug my shoulders. "It's the best I could come up with, since we don't have a lot time."

Looking at the group, I voice my opinion. "I believe we should split up Malea and Shontelle into different groups, that way we won't have two non-fighters in one group." With that, I write Malea's name under left and Shontelle's under right.

"Then, the oldest two I think we should split as well, with Kyler in left group and Josh in right." Underneath Malea and Shontelle's name I add Kyler's and Josh's.

After I'm done writing, I say, "And now for leader and co-leader." My gaze turns to Tony, who sat with his arms crossed and an uninterested expression. What should I do about us? Should I put myself in Shontelle and Joshes group, so that Tony and Shontelle are not in the same group?

Subtly, I watch as Shontelle and Tony glance at each other with guarded expressions. Why do I have to decide the groups? This is too tough of a situation for me. I don't know which is the right decision; my best friend in Shontelle's group or me. If I place those two together they would probably argue and get us caught, but on the flip side, they could miraculously get along again. Did I say miraculously? I squeeze my eyes shut in concentration. What to do...

Interrupting my thoughts, I feel my phone buzz once in my pocket. Curious, I take it out and open the message from Fiera. I read it.

Fiera: You have that constipated look on your face again. Just put them together.

With a face that was becoming my trademark expression, I scowl at my phone in annoyance. The expression deepens when my phone buzzes again. I open up Fiera's second message.