Darlight

Chapter 5

I flip the bacon over and it sizzles as it hits the pan. Scout walks in, her hair all messed up. I chuckle as she sits down on the counter I'm not using. Rhys runs in and looks around.
He runs over and snatches a piece of bacon off the plate. He sits down at the table and smiles at me victorious as he eats his piece of bacon. I smile at him thoroughly amused.
Tuesday and Willow walk in, Willow using Tuesday as her support. I pour the bowl of eggs into the pan and start making scrambled eggs. Scout goes into her phone and it screams loudly. She jumps and turns it down quickly before smiling apologetically.
I finish the eggs and put them on plates. I distribute the bacon equally and take my plate. I sit down on the counter next to Scout. Everyone else grabs their plates and starts eating.
I grab the orange juice from the fridge and grab a cup. I pour myself some before putting it on the counter beside the stove. I finish eating and jump off the counter. I grab my paper plate and throw it away.
I stand beside the counter and sip my orange juice. I turn the television in the living room on and turn it on to the news. Scout and Tuesday sit down on the floor beside the couch.
"New news today. A tweet online from an unknown source threatens local heros," the news lady says. Tuesday looks at the television confused. I grab my phone off my charger and turn it on.
I go onto Twitter and go to the tweet. I scroll through quickly before finding it. I click on the person's account and look through it. Only one post and no information in their bio. I frown and click on the tweet.
'You fooled our plan once, but not again. Watch your back because you'll never know when we will strike. We have a bunch people that far surpass your strength.'
I sigh and toss my phone to Scout. She frowns as she reads through it. Tuesday reads over her shoulder, looking equally mad. Willow runs into e living room with here phone in her hand.
"Yeah, we saw it," I tell her. She sits down on the couch and goes into the account. She searches through the account but she eventually sighs and throws her phone down on the couch.
"I can't find anything," she sighs as Rhys walks into the room. He has fixed his hair and changed clothes. He stands beside the door with a serious face on.
"Well what are we doing just standing here? Go get dressed," he says. The girls bolt out of the room and I chuckle. Rhys sits down beside me on the couch.
"They're going to take forever," he complains. I chuckle and ruffle his hair. He slaps my arm and tries to fix his hair. He walks to my mirror and fixed his hair. He turns around and glares at me.
"You go get dressed too Mr." He tells me. I salute to him and walk to my room. I grab my clothes and throw them on. I walk to my dresser and pick up my spray bottle.
I spray down my hair before putting some conditioner in it. I brush it out and walk back into the living room, holding my socks in my left hand. I put on my shoes and sit back down next to Rhys.
We watch the news and listen as the police say who eyes think made the threat. We laugh as they talk about things completely off the charts. We know who did it, we just need to find out more about them.
"Which one do you think it was?" Rhys asks me. I turn t o him and smile before grabbing my backpack. I pull out the file I made yesterday and flip to her page.
"It has to have been Blythe. She can manipulate machines so it would make a lot of sense that we aren't able to get into the account," I tell him. I hand him the folder and he looks over her page. He nods and hands it back just as Tuesday walks out of the hallway.
"Took you long enough!" Rhys exclaims and throws a pillow at her. The pillow hits her right in the face and she stands there shocked as it falls to the floor. 
Willow walks out behind her. She walks over to me and grabs a handful of popcorn as Tuesday picks up the pillow. Willow sits down and leans back against the couch before popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth. Scout walks in Tuesday's path and the pillow hits her side.
She stops and turns around. Tuesday's eyes go wide and she backs up slightly. She picks up the pillow and bolts towards Tuesday. Tuesday runs around my living room screaming like a maniac.
Willow laughs and wars her handful of popcorn. Tuesday grabs a pillow from beside me as she runs by. Rhys stands up, a pillow in each of his hands.
Tuesday runs by and he clocks her in the stomach. She falls and Scout trips over her. They sit up and look at each other before bursting out with laughter. Rhys smiles and Scout trips him.
He falls on the floor and groans. Willow stands up and washes the grease off her hands. She then walks back and helps the others up. I pocket my phone and grab my keys.
We drive to work and walk inside. I walk to my office and the others follow me. I pull up Twitter on my computer and make another account. I move the keyboard and Willow works through the algorithm and finds out the email and phone number.
"It's more than likely a disposable phone," she tells us. I nod and take out the work phone. I dial the number and plug the phone into the speakers. The office fills with the noise of the phone ringing. Scout turns on a recorder and sets it next to the speakers.
"You finally figured it out. Congratulations," the person on the phone says as they answer. I cross my arms and fold my wings behind me. I gently lean back against the wall, trying not to crush my wings.
"Who are you?" Rhys asks them. They laugh into the phone on the other end. Something or someone moves around behind them, crashing into things and making a lot of noise.
"Oh us? Well I'm Wyatt and my friend here is Leon," he replies. Another crash comes from the phone and Wyatt yells at whoever is behind them. He sighs audibly.
"I really am surprised. Usually nobody can get through Blythe's codes but you have managed to," he says sounding somewhat irritated. His voice rings through my office and makes Rhys back up slightly.
"Damn it Oak! Didn't I tell you to stop blinding Cove?" He screams towards someone. I look over at Tuesday and she grabs a piece of paper on my desk and jots that down.
"Anyways. Lindbergh Avenue. 9:00 pm. Be there, unless you're too scared," he says. The phone hangs up. I look over at the others and sigh loudly. I run my hand through my hair.
"Guess we're staying up late tonight," I say walking out of my office.