The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 28, The Right Arm

|Are you sure you wanna play this game? Are you sure you wanna play it?

|Song: Traitor, Daughtry

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Lisa's P.O.V.

It was silent as we were led upstairs, through wooden doors and down a dirty hallway with only one lightbulb to light the way.
Finally we entered a room that seemed like if once had served as a gathering room. Now, the wallpaper was peeling off and the carpet was dirty and ripped at the edges.
There was one big table in the middle of the room, with plastic chairs randomly placed along side it. Two people sat at the far end of the table.

One was Gally.

He looked tired and miserable but gave us a small smile. His eyes seemed to linger on me for a second and I gave him a curt nod. The man who sat next to him was huge, more fat than muscle though.

'This is the headquarters of the Right Arm?' Minho asked, and I bit my lip bracing myself for the comment. 'Consider me a little discouraged.'

'We've moved around a lot, more times than we can count. But thank you for the compliment,' Gally answered, his smile gone.

'So which one of you is the boss?' Thomas asked.

Gally nodded at the fat man right from him. 'Don't be a slinthead. Vince is in charge. And show some respect. He's risked his life just because he believes things should be made right.'

I narrowed at the man, but his face was covered in shadows. 'And does Vince know how to talk?' I asked, my voice slow and cold. It was time I knew who was in charge of my organisation. I had to know who had taken Carter his place because I had always made it pretty clear that if something would happen to me I wanted him to become the new leader of the Right Arm.

'Enough!' Vince yelled with a deep, booming voice. 'Our whole city is overrun with Cranks, I don't have time to sit here and listen to childish talk. What do you people want?'

'Just one thing,' I answered, feeling anger take over. 'Why would the people of an organisation, build to take Wicked down, capture Immunes?'

Vince leaned slightly forward, but not enough to see his face yet. 'And who are you to know what this organisation its purpose is.'

'Lisa,' I simply answered all my nerves suddenly gone.

'No way,' Vince responded, but no surprise sounded in his voice. 'Our great leader has returned.'

I narrowed at the man, unsure what to say to that.

Then Vince turned to Gally. 'You trust these people?'

'Yeah,' Gally said, his gaze focused on me. 'We can trust them.'

Vince leaned forward and finally showed his face. He folded his arms on the table and narrowed at us with his piercing green eyes. A beard covered his chin and cheeks. 'Then we can't waste any time. We didn't mean to offend anyone, but we're collecting Immunes to mimic Wicked.'

'Why would you do something like that?' Dawn asked.

'We're going to use them to get inside Wicked's headquarters,' Vince answered.

If Wicked really was responsible for the disappearance of the other Immunes, it was so simple and yet so briliant.

'That might work,' Thomas said, turning to me with a slight smile on his face.
I bit my lip but didn't respond, something felt off about the whole situation.