"We, well, you, know three of them!" Ungeld exclaimed, pulling me over to the cars, agents of all ages walking around, passing as they talked on the phone, interviewed the attackers, and some explained the situation to the students that had started waking up.

"Get down!" I whispered, not wanting to be recognised.

Looking around me from behind the car we had jumped behind, I saw a couple of blankets in the back seats.

"We could wrap them around us, put on our masks and walk out as if we had just woken up too..." Ungeld whispered, trying to figure out a bulletproof plan in order not to get caught, "Or, we could put our wings out, and use the blanket to cover our faces, like a cloak!"

That seemed like a better idea, especially since I really wanted to talk to the attackers I supposedly knew.

"Second option,"

Taking the top of my dress off, I let my wings flow behind me, the feather grazing the soft grass underneath me.

"Help me a sec?" Ungeld asked, struggling to take his smart shirt off while sitting down.

"You are such an idiot..." I muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, "Now grab the blankets!"

Slowly opening the door, he crawled in, and swiftly grabbing the black blankets covering the seats, he threw the outside, the soft fabric touching the wet, cold grass.

"Seriously?" I whispered, grabbing the one on top, "Why couldn't you just carry them?"

Wrapping it around my neck like a scarf, I pulled it up, using the loose back as a hoodie to hide my face.

"There, done," Geld muttered, standing up.

It was quite a sight to be honest. Underneath the fabric that fell on either side of his chest, you could just about see the well defined muscle, and having the plus of golden wings, it made him look like an angel in disguise.

Walking next to him, I looked down, holding tight the two side of the cloth, making sure it wouldn't fall off. We had to get to the bad dancers, and the only way to do that was if we managed to pass in front of the sleepy students that were starting to ask questions, their eyelids starting to open up.

I guess that's a plus, I thought, nearing them, if they're tired, it will be harder for them to recognize.

"Who are they?" I heard a girl ask an agent, her voice full of aware as we walked passed them.

"They saved your life, and would appreciate it if you didn't disturb them."

Continuing walking, we went to the cars in the corner, the lights flashing as a few agents walked around, passing on their phone as they tried getting the job done quicker.

"Hey! I was told I knew a couple! Could I talk to them?" I shouted, walking towards the loud sector of the field.

"Yes, maybe you'll be able to get something out of them,"

Nodding, I entered the car the man was pointing towards, the door slamming open as a woman rushed out, her face full of anger.

"Good luck," she huffed, looking like she was ready to kill.

"Oh, this is going to be good!" Ungeld exclaimed, excited to be sitting in the front seat of the car, a perfect view to see and not be seen thanks to the tinted glass between the two parts of the car.

Rolling my eyes, I entered the well-lit car, the three back seats full.

"Wow, I never expected you'd have the guts to enter," Cameron's dad smirked, sticking his chin up.

"Trust me, she would have come earlier if she knew who we were... So, my guess, is that you weren't told?" The girl next to him whispered, sending me a fake smile, batting her long eyelashes.

Veronica Sky, who would have thought.

Smiling, I took control of my emotions, holding them on a tight leash, "Oh, Ve... Don't flatter yourself so much. I just had other things to attend to,".

"You mean that girl with ginger hair? She sure was a stupid girl, letting me shoot her," the boy I hadn't given much notice to whispered, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I thought you had disappeared from the world?" I spat, looking at him.

I had only known him for a few days, since he had sat next to me as my lab partner.

Martin Fren, delinquent of the school.

"So, how exactly did a dad, a grade A student and a dropout decide to work together?" I asked, leaning forward, placing my chin in my hands, my eyes never staying on either of them for too long.

It was a tactic I had been taught when I was younger.

If you can't intimate them, make it look like your intimidated.

This had brought me to take many rash decisions, mainly because, when people think your intimated, they think your inferior, and when that happens, they think you're an easy kill.

"We've known each other for years. We all think you're a disease in our society, and so, when we found out that a few of you were going to attend our school, we had to play you, and eventually get rid of you," Veronica spat, looking at me with hate, to what I just avoided eye contact.

Tactic number two, make it look like what they say affect you. This makes you look vulnerable, and will eventually make them say the truth, because they'll think it will destroy you emotionally.

"Great," I cleared my throat, "guess your job isn't finished yet, then..."

"Nope."

"But what about Cameron! We're in love!"

"He'll understand," Eliot gritted out, staring at me.

Looking towards the floor, I directed myself back to Veronica, "I thought we were friends? All those times we would joke in class, when we would laugh at stupid things Elsu would do... You do know he has a crush on you, right?"

Third tactic, use your emotions to seem weak, make them believe you're broken and are on the verge of crying. Your enemy wants to see you break down, and will tell you anything to get there.

"We were never friends, and as for Elsu, make sure to tell him I'd rot in hell before going out with that lab rat,"

Harsh.

"B-But... What did you even plan? There are hundreds of us! You would never be able to kill all of us!"

"Break you one by one, destroying you and making the whole world hate you. There's no evidence you save people, so why not give some that you kill them?" Martin smirked, his eyes glistering from the need for revenge.

"I... I can't believe I fell for the act... I really wish you didn't believe that," I whispered, letting tears threaten to spill.

Getting up, I gradually walked towards the door.

"Wait, you're not going to ask how we plan on getting rid of you?" Veronica asked, looking horrified with my reaction.

"Will it make me feel better?" I asked turning around and letting them see the tears in my eyes.

"Yes. First, the plan was to kill you, and then, using the sources from the well.known company Hopps, we would have found yur base, and then had a great, fantastic war there." Veronica smiled, hopping what she said would make me cry.

But I didn't budge, I needed more information.

Taking a deep breath, I smiled weakly, pressing my lips together, ready to turn around again.

"Did I had that we were the ones to have the idea to kill you at the dance? Boss here thought we could do it at his house, but we managed to convince him that it would be more... How to say it... Thrilling, to kill you at school, the first place we had even met."

So Eliot was the boss, then.

Now we knew who to stick to a lying machine then.

"Thank you for your cooperation, I hope you have a fantastic day in jail!"

Jumping out of the car, I grinned at Ungeld, who was laughing his head off while looking at the astonished looking prisoners, his eyes meeting mine, telling me to come over.

It sure was a sight.

I was hurt by what they had done, but in all honestly, I had seen something off from the beginning. It had been my idea to let it slip, let the traitors near what I loved, and be near to destroy my family. Martin had even shot Mavwu! Now that was something I wasn't going to forgive him for.

Suddenly, lights started flashing in the sky, so pulling my hoodie down a bit, I looked up.

A helicopter was about to land.

"Is that... The director?"