The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 26, Familiar faces

|You put a knife out in my back, killed any history we had and now it's war

|Song: Traitor, Daughtry

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Lisa's P.O.V.

When Thomas returned we had fallen silent once again. Minho didn't seem all that happy to see Thomas. 'So what did that shuck traitor have to say?' He said with an angry frown on his face.
Thomas sat down beside him.
'Well?' Minho pushed.
'She said the reason they escaped was because they found out Wicked plans to start all over again if they have to. That they were rounding up Immunes, just like Gally told us. She swears that somehow they were led to believe that we'd already broken out, and they were looking for us,' Thomas paused and took a deep breath. 'And she'd help us if she can.'
Minho shook his head. 'You're a slinthead. Haven't you heard a shuck thing of what Lisa just said? You shouldn't have talked to her.'
'Thanks,' Thomas responded, rubbing his eyes.

'Hate to barge in here, muchachos,' Jorge said. 'You can talk all day about this crap but it means nothing unless we can get ourselves out of this nice little place. No matter who's on whose side.'

I took a deep breath and was about to say something in return when suddenly the door opened and three of our abductors walked in. They all carried bags that seemed to be completely stuffed full. A fourth man followed with a Launcher in his hands. He swept through the room, scanning for trouble and while he did the others started handing out water bottles and bread from the bags.

'How do we always get into these messes?' Minho asked. 'At least we used to be able to blame everything on Wicked.'
'Yeah, well, we still can,' I muttered.
Minho looked at me for a second, then grinned, sending a wave of butterflies through my stomach. 'Good. Those shuck-faces.'
I gave him a small smile but he had already turned away, *nudging* Thomas. 'Only one of them has a weapon,' he whispered. 'And he doesn't look so bad. I bet I could take him.'

'Maybe,' Thomas answered under his breath. 'But don't do anything stupid, he's got a gun as well as a Launcher. And trust me, you don't want to get shot by either of them.'

'Yeah, well,' Minho said. 'Trust me this time.'
Minho gave Thomas a wink to which Thomas could only sigh.

'Are you crazy?' Dawn muttered at the Asian boy but he merely shrugged.
Sharing a glare with my little sister, I knew there was nothing we could do to change his mind.

The kidnappers approached us and started handing out bread and water in silence.
I took it without looking at the man his face but Minho pushed it away.
'Why would I take anything from you? It's probably poisened,' he snapped and I almost rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour.
'You wanna go hungry, fine by me,' the man replied, moving on.
He had nearly passed when Minho suddenly jumped up and tackled the man holding the Launcher. The weapon fell to the ground and discharged, sending a grenade to the ceiling and back to the ground.
The kidnapper was still on the ground when Minho started punching him, struggling to grab the man's pistol with his free hand.

For a long second the whole room froze but then movement exploded all at once.

The three other guards dropped their bags and made their way towards us.
I jumped up quickly and hit one of the men in his knees, forcing him down on the ground but as he fell he took my arm, pulling me with him. A startled gasp left my lips as I fell *ontop* of him. However instead of being punched like I had expected I felt my *opponent* tense up. My name left his lips in a whisper and my heart started beating faster in my chest I opened my eyes, searching for his face. My entire body seemed to lock down as all my thoughts were thrown around in my head.Memories floaded through my mind as I stared into those eyes.