The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode Four, Part 5:

Episode Four, Part 5:
Small Sacrifices

In losing grip and sinking ships, you showed up just in
time. This love is good, this love is bad, this love is
alive back from the dead. These hands had to let
it go free, but this love came back to me.

"Have we figured out why it wasn't working?" Athena asked, running her hand along the machines by the empty medical bed, unable to fathom the idea that her equipment might have been broken.

"Everything suggests it's working," one of the guards answered. "There's no malfunction; nothing appears to be broken. We've restarted everything just in case, but it should be good to go."

"We'll try it again," Athena announced, making no indication that she was going anywhere. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the bed, dropping her head into her hands and letting out an exhausted breath, unable to hide how stressed she was.

Hoping it would give him a couple of moments to update his friend on what had happened, Kodiak slipped out of the door - not before smuggling a handful of MediPens into his pocket - and began heading towards the holding cell where Wynn was being kept to bring him back to the trials.

Still in the room, Athena finally looked up at the rest of the guards who she knew were waiting for her command.

"This has never happened before," she said. "And as you've all put it, the machines are working fine. The only explanation that I can think of is that the boy - Wynn - did something to stop the trials."

"Did something? Like, to the machines?" Someone asked.

"I don't know," Athena sighed, disappointed in her lack of an answer. "But I'm certain he had something to do with it, I just don't know what... He has siblings here; people he cares about. We'll use them until he confesses."

One of the guards picked up the clipboard from the counter, scanning through the list to try and identify who Wynns family were.

"Surname was Bell, right?" They asked.

Athena nodded.

"There's two on here: Elara Bell and Quill Bell-"

"Use the girl," one of the other guards spoke up.

"Your reason being?" Athena searched, not opposed to the idea, just curious over the confidence projected in his answer.

"She left her table the other night and caused a scene. She's why everyone had to go back to their cells early. I remember her friends saying her name, not to mention she looks so much like her brother."

"I'll go get her," Athena nodded. "Which cell is she in?"

"Cell 11-" The guard frowned. "Hang on... Cell 213. I guess she's been moved. It looks like Ammon was the one who authorised it."

"Okay," Athena said, glancing around for him. "Where is he?"

"He must have left."

"Alright. I'll find him on my way to getting the girl. You guys just make sure everything is ready for us by the time we get back."

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Wynn sat on the metal bench in the cell, bouncing his knees up and down, unable to stop himself from panicking. What had he had done? Why didn't it work? Had he messed up everything?

He looked up at the sound of movement outside of his door - finally catching a break from all of the thoughts running wild in his head.

"Hey, I-I don't know what I did wrong," Wynn didn't waste any time in blurting out his apology the moment Ammon reached his holding cell, terrified that he had somehow ruined his entire plan.