As the van drove onwards, my headache began. An annoying thump in my head. Ever since I'd officially become a Crank, I'd got them more and more often. It didn't hurt at first, it never did, and I always would try to ignore it, but as the time passed it always got worse, building up, until I finally snapped. Then I would have a moment or two of sanity which were always bliss, but afterwards, I would get my headache again and the cycle would continue.

This time was no different, except for the problem of this being the worst time to have it- on top of a moving vehicle. Every now and again, the man and woman threw some kind of grenade out of the van. It may of helped them, but it certainly didn't help my headache.

Throughout it all though, I noticed that Tommy wasn't helping. He just sat there, shaking and looking out the window. I wanted to reveal myself to him, there and then,  and comfort him but how could I on top of a moving van? Besides, he thought I was dead-he'd probably have a bloody heart attack if he saw my face upside-down looking at him from the other side of the window.

At some point the car slowed down, and we approached an airport. I slid off, not wanted to be seen. My headache was not at the worse stage yet, so I still had some time, before it finally erupted. The car stopped and the man, woman and Tommy got out.

The woman crept round and found me, whilst the man was doing his best to console Tommy, buying her and me some time. She took off a thin, white coat she was wearing and offered it to me, so I could partly disguise myself.  I nodded my thanks, put it on, zipped it up so that it would come up to my head, covering my hair with the hood, and keeping my head down, followed behind the trio.

There were plenty of guards, if I hadn't had company and my thin disguise, I would have been shot down instantly. The man and woman showed their I.D and we were waved through. I was so glad they didn't test us to see if we were Immune or not.

We boarded the Berg. The man told me to go through a side door, which I did, and I found myself in a room. It was big, but only had a table, with a few chairs, surrounding it. On the table was a screen showing what was happening in every room. In the common room, Tommy was lying on a couch, still in a daze, staring at the ceiling. In another room, the woman was firing up the Berg. I knew she was a pilot now. There was another door across from where I was, which could be locked from the inside. The man came through it, and gestured for me to sit down.

"My name's Lawrence, and in my opinion, you should be dead." he said.  When I didn't offer any reply, he continued, "We need to talk."