The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 25, Back in Denver

|Your guns are loaded and your lies are the bullets

|Song: Traitor, Daughtry

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Lisa's P.O.V.

The next two days we spend on the Berg were quiet. We didn't talk much and if we did, it was about Gally and the Right Arm. We all carefully avoided talking about Newt.
Dawn didn't bring it up either, never even dropped a hint at his very existence.
On the morning of the third day after our adventure in the Crank Palace, we all started living again. After we ate a quick meal we started talking about a plan. It was a simple one really. We'd go to Gally's apartment and start from there.

We had gathered at the backdoor.
I gave Dawn a reassuring smile, since she looked a bit tense. She gave me a small smile in return.
'Let me do the talking again,' Jorge said.
Brenda nodded. 'And when we get in, we'll get a cab.'
'Fine,' Minho muttered, his voice sending a sting of pain through my heart. 'Let's quit this shuck yapping and go.'
Jorge pressed a button and the huge ramp of the cargo door slowly started opening.
I took a shaky breath, somehow I was even more nervous than the first time we went inside the city. Then I frowned.

As soon as the cargo door had opened far enough I noticed a group of people standing there, and they didn't look friendly. Two male, one female. The men had guns in their hands and the woman had a Launcher. They looked dirty and bruised, their clothes torn and filthy.

'What is this?' Jorge asked.

'Shut your mouth, Munie,' one of the guys said, his voice croaked and cold, making me shiver. 'Now step down here nice and easy. Don't. Try. Anything.'

I shared a glare with Dawn, her eyes narrowed and her hands trembling. I had no idea what was going on, but wasn't planning on getting taken prisoner.

'Now!' The man snapped and he pointed his gun at Jorge's face.
Knowing there was nothing we could do, since Dawn was the only one of us armed, we all stepped forward with our hands in the air. We were lead around the back of the Berg, where an old and dirty van was waiting for us.
I felt myself growing nervous, the thought of being unarmed scared me. I felt safe with the weight of a gun in my belt, now I felt almost naked. I couldn't protect the people I cared about if I was unarmed.

One other woman sat behind the wheel with two armed men next to her. The other two men opened the door of the little van and gestured for us to climb inside. 'In you go. One wrong move and bullets start flying. We've got nothing to lose. And I can think of a lot worse things than the world with one or two less Munies in it.'

I chewed on my lip as I stepped inside, feeling like an animal in a cage.

'Who's paying you to steal Immunes?' Thomas asked, as the others were shoved in as well.
No one responded.
Minho came sitting next to me, his leg pressing against mine. It made a shiver run down my spine.

The two men who had greeted us at the Berg stepped in last and closed the doors behind them. One gestured with his gun towards the back. 'There's a pile of black hoods in the corner, put them on. And it won't be good for you if I catch you peeking. We like to keep our secrets nice and safe.'

I gave the man a long glare but knew there was no point in arguing and so I took one of the hoods and put it over my head. It smelled like dust and mold but I didn't dare protest.

The darkness was closing in on me as we drove on and on. The ride seemed never ending. I felt myself starting to get sick with nerves, especially because I had no idea what we just gotten ourselves into.