xvi. Rarity

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Roselle jumps to her feet as Michael starts yelling at the guard with the grey hair. Lockley, says the badge sewn to his chest. As Rose predicts, Lockley's hands immediately go for his gun, raising the loaded weapon and aiming it at Michael. "Go for it," Mikey taunts. No one told him it had to be him that was shot at. In all honesty, no one told anyone anything.

When Irisa and Roselle were kids, they came up with a language which uses swirls in the ground to communicate. That's how Roselle formulated a plan, and Irisa bounced it onto Autumn with a series of weird faces and gestures that the two of them and Jarrett understood. Autumn had the hardest job, because her and Michael only ever communicated in English.

She used a series of code words. Inside jokes, she later explains, with a sad smile. Things that related to their current predicament, and how they would get out. The people watching them over the security cameras would've just thought them to be finding ways to enjoy and amuse themselves.

A shot fires and Michael shuts his eyes. There's a sharp twang as the bullet ricochets off of one of the metal bars. "I can't shoot you, you idiot. You can't die, remember?" Lockley's voice is gruff and it seems so very unused.

"Oh, I can die. Your leader or president or dictator or whatever just won't allow anyone to kill me as of yet. I can and will die one day." The man clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

"Snappy teenagers. Mr Maust warned us about your rude antics." Michael rolls his eyes and the left corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk. His hands find the metal bars and he begins to shake them and yell. Shots are fired and they continue to twang off of the metal bars.

Lockley is shooting, but he stops when Brynn crumples to the ground. Michael raises an eyebrow at Jarrett, who smiles. Lockley marches over and aims at Jarrett, who slams the hilt of the knife he retrieved from Brynn into his gut. He crumples in the same form as Brynn, mere feet away. "We have a minute, at the very least. Be quick. I'll try and find the keys in the mean time." The knife is slid over to Michael, who begins to work at an area where two bullets hit.

Irisa watches Michael work. He saws the knife back and forth with precision and strength and speed. He works faster than Ris has ever seen anyone work. Their minute is almost up. "They don't have the keys," Jarrett confirms, and Irisa notes that he doesn't seem surprised. "Please work faster, I swear I can hear the soldiers." And he can, because Irisa can too. A constant thumping against the ground, completely synchronised. Slow, though.

A metal bar falls to the ground, he smiles and walks out of the cell. He grabs a gun off of Lockley and yells at Jarrett to move out of the damn way. Michael shoots the lock of the cell and Jarrett jumps out. They both look terrible – but that doesn't stop them at all. They move to Irisa and Aleyah next. She wakes Ley up, whose eyes widen at the sight of Jarrett pointing a gun in their direction.

"Irisa, please move yourself and my darling sister out of the way. Also, great to finally see the two of you."

"You look terrible," she says in response, as well as moving herself and Ley out of the way. The cell door swings open and she immediately rushes towards the two soldiers who are unconscious. She grabs a gun and prepares herself, because the soldiers marching is increasing in volume. Aleyah runs up to Jarrett, who shoots Autumn free. Autumn runs to grab a weapon.

These soldiers were heavily armed.

"Girls, we've got this." Jarrett and Michael step beside them, eyes ahead and guns at the ready. Jarrett is covered in torn, bloodied clothes and his face is scratched. His arms and legs are covered in cuts and bruises of varying sizes. Michael is worse off, with a stab wound opened up in his leg and the same varying sizes of cuts and bruises as Jarrett – as in, all over him. He has a jumper wrapped around the wound on his leg, which is red with fresh blood, and the clothes he has on are covered in tears and dried blood.

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