"Come on idiot, get up!" I grumbled, trying to get Ungeld to wake up as Elsu unloaded our cases. Well, to be more precise, his belongings.

"I don't want to go... There's food in this palace," he whispered dreamely, snuggling even further into the seat, the blanket he stole from CARESS keeping him warm.

"That's it."

Pulling the cover off him in a swift move, I grabbed the water bottle next to me, and poured it on him.

"What the-," jumping up, he stared at me, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"There, now get up you moron, we have arrived at the food palace," I said sarcastically, moving towards the door, already rushing down the stairs as he grudgingly got up, mumbling incoherent things.

"Come on Neddicky, get the hell out, now!" I shouted from the ground, looking expectantly up towards him as he walked slowly down the stairs.

If it wasn't because of all of the people around here, I would just fly up, grab him, and carry him on my shoulder.

But I knew for a fact that normal teenage girls don't carry people, let alone people that look like they weigh triple their weight.

Which he he probably does, I reminded myself.

Even if we were ULBIT, as in, Ultra Light Being with Interior Transformation, Elsu and Ungeld still weighed more than me since they had bigger bodies than me.

"Don't call me Neddicky, you know I don't like it," he answered, yawning.

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I grabbed his arm, pulling him into the airport and walking through security, only stopping once Director Lily Jordan was standing in front of me.

"Sorry for the bumpy ride," she said, giving us a sweet look, "we really didn't plan on bringing you in so soon, but we need you for an assignment."

Already. They need our help already! We hadn't even unpacked, I wanted to complain. But deep down, right underneath my annoyance, thrill was starting to settle in, adrenaline already pumping through my veins.

"Let's get in the car and you can tell us all about it," I replied for all of us, nudging Ungeld with my foot so that he wouldn't fall asleep again.

"Of course," was her only answer, the warm smile never leaving her brown lips.

Once we were sitting in the car, the director started, never trailing her eyes away from the front window.

Maybe she had an accident, I thought, not taking any notice of the introduction she was doing. I mean, she does look extremely alert, almost as if she was scared of something happening.

I cleared my mind, successfully stopping me from reading her any more.

"So, we go in, spill some old cava, no wine, don't wor-"

"And then get the hell out of there before the building explodes on us," Ungeld finished, not bothering to smooth it down.

The director nodded, not commenting on his harsh tone.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I decided I'd had enough, "This reminds me of that time in Tokyo... You know, when we had to save that famous singer from being murdered, but he had a bomb strapped to him, and the only way to save him was by cutting it off him and instantly shielding him. He was lucky he only broke his ankle," as I thought back, I realised there were millions of other possibilities to save his life, some more efficient than others. But at the time, it had seemed like the only thing we could do.

Then again, we had only been seven, only one year into training, and now it had been more than ten.

"I guess you're right. I remember you being so scared at one point!" Ungeld laughed, nudging me with his elbow as he gave me a smirk.

"I remind you you were the person so scared that couldn't control your flight," Elsu answered, contemplating his nails as he wiped the smirk off of Gelds face.

"Don't mess with the best," I said, satisfaction evident in my voice as I high fived El over the now sulking Ungeld.

"Not fa-"

Before he could finish complaining, the Director cut him off, the soft smile from moments ago now nowhere to be found.

"We have arrived. Remember, don't blow your cover," She reminded us, no emotion in her voice but concern evident in her eyes.

"Don't worry ma'am, we have ten years of training behind us,"

After walking into the rundown building, we put our masks on, took our shirts off, and let our wings come out of our back.

It was probably a strange sight to be honest.

Three teenage kids walking through a dusty old corridor, each of them with metal shirts on and giant colorful wings dragging over the floor, each of them a different color.

"Okay, mates. We have twenty seven bad dancers, three standers and two juice jugs."

He was right.

Using my glasses, I could just make out the moving bodies of the guys we had to take out, possibly without killing them, and the people we had to save. Plus the two bombs strapped to two of the unconscious victims.

"Who wants to take on what?" I whispered, walking in front of them as we neared the room.

"I'll take the bombs," Ungeld commented, before letting out a strangled scream that made me turn around and see what was the matter.

He had a spider on his nose.

"Oh grow a pair of balls mate, we've faced worse things," Elsu said, annoyance clear in his voice as he flipped the spider with his little finger.

Everyone's got a fear I guess, even a guy that faces death on a regular basis, I thought.

Something happened inside the room.

The men were holding their guns, getting ready to shoot at us the moment we entered.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Are we breaking a wall?" Geld asked, getting excited.

I just nodded, knowing it was the best option from previous experiences.

"Let's get this shit going,"

It seemed Ungeld had forgotten all about the spiders crawling around the wall, or the rats running around the floor, squeaking every time they nearly got stepped on. Oh, Geld had forgotten all about them now.

As he ran towards the wall on silent feet, he prepared his wings into a triangular shape, making the impact have a smaller area, meaning he went right through.

"Let's go and dance!" I shouted, laughing at our old saying as both boys copied me.

So, I like this chapter, but at the same time i think it's missing something... Any thoughts? Also, the part of Ungeld and the spider... It actually happened to a friend of mine. Okay, she doesn't face death on a regular basis, but she's not scared of ANYTHING. Well, atleast that's what I thought until I saw her screaming, running away with a spider on her nose. If you're reading this Rosy, just know, I will never forget *cue evil laugh*. 

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