Lost Without You

44.

I rush over to Five to see him looking at something. "How the hell did she find me," Five mutters.

"Who," I ask making him jump. 

"Uh, no one," He lies, turning around.

"Five... what is that behind your back," I ask. 

"Oh, you mean... this," He says, holding up a bowling ball.

"No, the other thing," I glare. 

"Oh, this," He says, holding up a golden tube.

"Yeah, that."

"It's nothing much," He shrugs.

"Stop fucking lying to me. What is it?"

"It's from the Commission. It's from the Handler. I just don't know how she found me," He admits.

"Did you... take anything from her?" He thinks for a second, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some wrapped candy. He unwraps one to see a tracking device like the one that was in his arm that day at the doughnut shop. 

"She's good," He admits, throwing it on the ground and smashing it. "Jesus," He mutters, opening the bottle and pulling out a fortune cookie. He cracks it open to see that it says:

Time marches on... or does it?

And then, written in ink it says:

Rain Quail, Rm 12

"You're not thinking about going, are you," I say.

"I have to. I have to see what she wants," He states.

"Well, I'm coming too," I state.

"No, you're not," He shakes his head.

"Like hell I'm not," I scoff.

"You can't come with me because I'm not going to lose you because of her," He sighs.

"Five... this is not something you can stop. I'm coming with you, and that's final," I state. 

"I love you," He states, before disappearing. 

"No," I exclaim, reaching out to grab him, but he's already gone. 

I walk back over to the group to see Luther also walking over to the group. "All right, where's Five," Luther asks.

"He left," I state.

"Oh, for the love of... Where'd he go?"

"I... don't know," I lie, shrugging. "Didn't say."

"Well, we're not waiting around for him. The concert starts in 30 minutes."

"All right, so what's the plan," Diego asks.

"Well, I think that, uh... We go to the Icarus Theather."

"That's a location, not a plan," Diego points out. "What? Is that all you got? Look, you wanna be Number One, fine, but you're gonna have to get us on the same page, because right now, we're all over the place."

"You're right. We need a plan."

I glance around, and my eyes widen when I see men in strange suits and masks walking in with guns. "Get down," I shout when they start firing. We all duck down behind the tables, before Diego speaks. 

"Who the hell are these guys?"

"Maybe they're here for Kenny's birthday," Klaus suggests.

"No, I'm pretty sure they're here for us," I say. Diego stands up and throws a knife at one of them. He falls backward, and suddenly, the stereo turns on and the lights dim down.

"You've gotta be kidding me," I mutter, as Luther stands up and throws a couple of bowling balls at two of the shooters. They continue to throw knives, balls, a cake?

"They're blocking the exists. So, what's the plan now, Luther," Diego asks.

"I'll hold them off," I say.

"What the hell does that mean," Klaus says.

"That means get the hell out of here. Go through the lanes," I answer.

I take a deep breath, as I stand up. "What the hell are you doing," Diego shouts. I tune out all the noise around me, as I hold out my hands. I feel the power coursing through my veins, and I wince at the horrible throbbing pain in my head. 

I open my eyes, and all the bowling balls in the alley lift up off the ground. With one swift move, all of the bowling balls hit the shooters in the head, knocking them down. I notice more shooters coming in, so I quickly dash over to the lanes. I slide through one and jump up to see Diego waiting for me.

"Not bad, sis. Not bad at all."