Poisoned Waters | ✓

|𝟑𝟏| "𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮"

   𝐎𝐅 all the times that Noah decided to ignore his radio calls, this was the most crucial. Sasha angrily grunted, dashing over with Zara to Noah's house. "Are you sure we should just burst in like this?" Zara said wearily. Sasha jiggled the handle and the door opened.

   "When has that ever stopped you from just walking in?" Sasha retorted, stepping into the warmth of the house, she wandered the deserted open-plan.

   "Well, I mean, he could be asleep." she shrugged. Sasha rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs. She knew why Zara was so apprehensive, considering that Noah hadn't had a proper conversation with her since she told him about their expeditions behind his back—Sasha hadn't known about it either, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed for Zara herself.

   Barely hesitating when she reached the top of the stairs, Sasha threw open Noah's bedroom, clapping her hands loudly into the dark room. "Oi, Noah, get the fuck up! We have an emergency!" she shouted.

   She flicked on the tall lamp in the corner of the room and then drew the curtain, and once she finally faced the bed, both girls gasped. Finding Monet in his bed was certainly a shock, to say the least. "What, man?" Noah grunted, sitting up slowly; his stab wound was healing but he still felt like his whole body was one big bruise.

   Monet rubbed her eyes, looking over to the partial light coming through the window. Zara was at least relieved that she was clothed. "Rah, okay then." Sasha laughed. "I guess Monet won that competition."

   "I really gotta start locking that door," Noah huffed to himself. "Emergency? What emergency?"

   "Mack is gone." Zara spoke up, crossing her arms. Her eyes instinctively fell to the feet when Noah glanced at her in confusion.

   "What?" he breathed. Monet stretched.

   "The dungeon chain is broken, Mack's cell is empty and he's gone. West is nowhere to be found either." Zara reiterated.

   "What?" Monet abruptly shot up at the sound of her brother's name.

   "No one saw them leave, we've done a sweep of the community already, they're not here. I think West let him out and they escaped, Angelo is probably still involved." Sasha explained. Monet took a glance at Noah, who was already seething internally and externally.

   "That motherfucker." he grunted, pulling himself out of his sheets and heading to his bathroom to get changed. Monet was struggling to process it all, considering waking up only a few minutes ago, but ultimately she was just as incensed. She'd travelled so far to kill the piece of shit, just for him to drag her on a goose chase.

   However, the immediate problem was dealing with Sasha's giddiness and Zara's clear discomfort. "I thought we was mates, man, why didn't I know about all this?" Monet just rolled her eyes, trying not to bring light to the situation, especially for Zara's sake. She was fine with it, as she would claim, but she didn't really seem like that.

   Monet got up as well, grabbing her jeans and pulling them on. "Westley's just gone, and no one saw him?"

   "We asked the guards at the gate and they said no one passed through during the night." Sasha informed, she passed Monet her second boot once she'd knotted the first.

   Noah exited the bathroom. Now with a pair of jeans on, he rummaged for a shirt, as he ordered, "Get me any info from all the lookouts in the perimeter and along the border in Central."

   "Calm. I'll keep you posted and we'll meet you at the gate, so answer your bloody radio, bruv." Sasha demanded, she gave Monet a quick smile and dragged the mute Zara out of the bedroom.