A disbelieving grin slowly spreads across Daniel's face.

"How did you make it work?"

I think back to what I had been doing. I was trying to relax, and then he was talking to me, so I wasn't focusing on my surroundings and...

I look up at Daniel and smile.

And since I wasn't focusing on my surroundings, something else inside of me was. The part of me that knew I was in danger!

"I didn't focus."

Now that I think back on it, the same thing happened during my duel. I was too busy focusing on Alexa, and her notes, that I wasn't fully paying attention to Juan. So, when he attacked me, a part of me saw what was coming and warned me before anything could happen to me. I've been doing it wrong this whole time.

"Again," I say, turning to my mentor, who seems to understand what I'm asking instantly.

He gets back into position, and this time, I don't bother focusing on him or his moves, instead I let instinct take over.

Left leg, he's going to try and trip you.

I look down, and sure enough Daniel is rearing back his left leg to bring it back out in an arch, trying to sweep my feet out from under me. But before he can I sidestep his attack and push him straight in the chest.

He's going to grab you.

I hear the voice, but Daniel is just too fast. He gets a hold of my arms and uses my own strength against me, using the momentum to push me forward. I stare, open-mouthed on the floor, while my mentor lets a wide grin take over his features.

"Well," he says, helping me to my feet for the eleventh time that afternoon "at least we know it works."

"But--" I start, but he cuts me off.

It didn't work perfectly, he was still able to beat me.

"The voice works fine, you are just too slow."

I raise my eyebrow. Gee, thanks.

He notices my expresion and chuckles, explaining himself.

"We need to work on your reflexes, probably speed and strength too, since we want to convince everyone that you have a fighting Gift. But we'll worry about that later. Right now, we accomplished what we were here for, which was to get that voice of yours to work. Now let's just hope it decides to stick around."

He pats my back, and I let relief wash over me in waves. I finally have my cover story, now I just need to work on making it believable.

"Go, get changed, and get to your next class. It will be starting shortly, and I would hate it if you were late because of me."

At Daniel's words I realize that free period is almost over, and I throw a quick thank you over my shoulder as I rush to the door. I miss the fond smile that spreads across his face as he watches me go.

I race down the hallway, and practically sprint all the way to our new dorm, where I find Kalen lounging on the sofa. Now that it's a bigger room, we have space for a little common space where we have a sofa and Tv that is attached to the wall, and two separate sleeping areas. One for the girls, another one for the boys. After an intense game of rock paper scissors, us girls got to keep the bigger room, and the boys got to share a bunk bed in the smaller one. To be fair, we are three, and they are only two.

"Where have you been?" he asks, opening an eye to stare lazily at me. "Your friend and Mara came back a while ago. Jayson said you were with Daniel?"

I nod, rummaging around my drawers for a new shirt. Then I realize he can't see me, so I make my answer verbal.

"Yeah, I was at the training rooms. He was helping me perfect my cover story. And her name is Cassie," I add, feeling irritated by his comment. She's a part of your team now, at least try to remember her name. 

I pull out a red hoodie and decide that it's presentable enough. Not too many wrinkles. I hear Kalen shifting on the sofa, and I peek my head out of the room to look at him. He is sitting up, and when he sees me, he turns to face me.

"So, what did you two come up with?"

The way he says it makes it sound like he isn't interested, but the glint in his eyes tells me otherwise.

"I have a fighting Gift, I can guess my opponents moves before they even know what they are going to do."

Much like with Daniel, his eyebrows turn upwards into perfect arches.

"And how will you convince everyone that that's your Gift, do you even know how to fight?"

I smile sheepishly, shrugging.

"I mean, I'm not completely hopeless, but I will train on my own after classes to get better and then..."

"I'll teach you."

I stare at him.

Then stare some more.

I stare until I'm sure that this isn't some sort of joke, and that Kalen is actually trying to be, dare I say it, nice?

When I find nothing but sincerity on his face I smile.

We might not be the best of friends, but I think we might be on the right path. At least now he's offering to help me.

"You would help me?" I ask, just to be one hundred percent sure that he isn't pulling my leg.

He huffs, as if my question is the most tiring thing in the world, and I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. Seriously man, how hard is it to just give a simple answer?

"If you want it then, sure, I'll help you."

I smile, starting to thank him, but he silences me with a finger pointed in my direction. His gray eyes shimmer in the light, and I try not to look away from his stare.

"But you have to listen to everything I say. I'm not going to teach someone that doesn't give it their all. I'm not very patient."

"Yeah, I've noticed," I mumble, but before he has a chance to make out what I said and change his mind, I step over to him and hold out my hand.

"Deal."

He stares at my hand for a second before he wraps his own around it, giving it a little squeeze before letting go. We shake on it, and I'm left standing there in awkward silence.

"Umm... ok then, well...I'm just going to...go change... yeah."

He smiles at my discomfort, flipping onto his back on the sofa and opening his TekPad.

"Yeah, you stink."

Wow, way to woo the ladies Kalen. What a charmer.

I quickly grab my clean shirt and hoodie which lay discarded on the floor, and shuffle out of the room, heading towards the girls changing rooms. There aren't many girls here at this hour. I see Quinn hanging out with some of her friends, and she waves at me when she sees me come in. I smile at her, waving back. I slip into one of the changing stalls and take off my sweaty shirt, sliding the clean one over my head. I'm about to pull on my hoodie, when I hear the door to the stall next to mine open and close, shoes tapping on the tiled floor.

I hear a whisper, and a male voice emerges from the stall. I get so startled I nearly drop my hoodie.

"I'm in."

The girl who's speaking sounds like she doesn't want to be overheard, whispering as much as she can. Her plan isn't working. I lean against the wall separating the stalls, pressing my ear against the wood.

"I know where they are keeping him."

"Good."

I don't think the man is actually in the stall. His voice sounds muffled, as if he were talking through a speaker. She must be communicating with him through her TekPad. I try to peek through the little crack between the walls of each stall, but the girl has her back to me.

"Do I proceed as planned?"

I get up on the little bench that is screwed into the wall, and stand on my toes, trying to see over the stall.

"Yes, get him out. He knows where to find me."

I manage to get my head over the wall, but my foot slips and my shirt, which had my TekPad stuffed in its pocket, rattles to the tiled floor. Suddenly all conversation on the other side stops. I curse internally and quickly get off the bench, picking up my shirt. And I am supposed to become something akin to a spy?

"I think I heard something."

The girl sounds concerned, and I must not be the only one to notice because the male voice tells her to cut the connection.

"Don't worry sir," she finishes quickly, "by this time tomorrow Simon Says will be at your door."

I stifle a gasp. What did she mean Simon Says would be out by this time tomorrow? He's locked up. Down in the detention cells with the rest of the criminals that are kept at the compound.

Unless...

"See to it that he is."

The stall door opens and hurried footsteps exit the room. I don't dare come out of my stall until I've counted to ten in my head. I let the breath I had been holding in rush out of my lungs. Whoever that was, she was planning on freeing Simon Says.

An image pops into my head of Christian and Jordan standing in front of an empty cell, when my vision starts to tunnel, and new voices filter in through my ears.

I close my eyes, sitting down on the bench to try and steady myself, as the image expands in my mind. I'm no longer in the changing rooms. I'm on the second ground floor, where the compound keeps all of its prisoners. We got to see it on our tour the other day, but we weren't allowed to go in.

"How could this have happened!" barks a very mad Christian, at a very upset looking Jordan.

"I don't know sir. You know just as I do that the doors can only be opened from the outside with a fingerprint, and only you and I have access. If the prisoner even tried to force the door, they would be shocked with such high voltage it would fry their nervous system."

Christian curses, turning in a circle only to face Jordan once again.

"Are you insinuating this was an inside job?"

Jordan opens his mouth to answer, but no sound comes out. At least, no sound that I can hear. The image starts getting smaller, blurrier, and as soon as I blink, I'm back in the changing rooms. I jump up as if I've been shocked, collecting my things and rushing out of the room. I need to tell the others. I need to tell Christian, or Jordan, or Daniel... anybody! Cause what I just saw, that was another vision. And it wasn't a good one.

If what I saw is true, then someone is going to try and free Simon Says, a dangerous criminal.

And they are going to succeed.