"I don't know how you can eat at a time like this," Orla whispers. Her wide eyes and trembling hands give away the fear and panic coursing through her.

I know exactly how she feels except I'm controlling mine, suppressing it down with tiny mouthfuls of food I'm hoping won't resurface at some point in the near future.

"It's settling my stomach." I shrug, nibbling on a plain bread roll.

We're in the back of a large truck, leaning against large boxes, stuffed full of who knows what, destined for a Labour Camp. It's been a long but quiet journey so far.

We woke, changed into Wes's attempt at replicating labour camp's tattered clothing then walked for hours until we reached the spot where the truck we climbed into stopped due to the driver 'needing to top up the car engine's water'. Easy and believable cover story.

"Are you still feeling sick?" Sienna frowns.

"Yes." I nod then let out a pained yelp as Sienna leans over grabbing both of my breasts. I push her hands away, rubbing my tender skin. "What was that for?"

"Are they sore?" Sienna asks, reaching out for a repeat performance.

I smack her hands away. "Yes, because you basically crush them with your hands."

"I barely touched them." Sienna's frown deepens causing creases to appear on her forehead. "When did you have your last period?"

"I'm not in the mood for more so-called bonding games," I say irritated.

"This is no game. Tender tits, constant nausea, you're always complaining you're tired-"

"I don't complain."

"Ok, I will rephrase that, you don't complain but we all know you're tired. You fell asleep during our training session yesterday more than once."

"I was resting my eyes."

"I really don't care what you were doing, Cady. The reason I want to know when your period is due is because all the above tells me you're pregnant." Sienna folds her arms. "So when was your last period?'

My whole body stiffens and the bread which was so good at settling my stomach is now threatening to make a reappearance. I shake my head while trying to think back, but I can't remember because it's been a while and I never really took notice. With everything that has happened recently, not having a period was the last thing on my mind.

"But we used protection," I whisper.

"And if you read the packet you'd know it's not hundred percent effective," Sienna sighs.

No, this cannot be happening. I clutch the bread roll in my hand unsure what to do. Then again what can I do? There is no point in considering what my future options are. I may not survive today.

"What is going on?" Orla asks.

"Cady is pregnant." Sienna shakes her head. "This mission just got a whole lot more complicated and messed up."

Orla's trembling increases and tears start to fall down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Her reaction takes me by surprise and I sit stunned as I watch tears fall down Orla's face. I wasn't expecting to comfort someone else for my unplanned pregnancy. I pat her arm gently and her crying only intensifies. I feel numb, detached from my surroundings so I continue my terrible attempt at placating Orla, not knowing what to do because this is my problem. This is my moment to feel. I'm confused and also annoyed at Orla's reaction.

Orla is murmuring what I think is, 'I'm sorry' but everything feels a little distant. I only realise something isn't right when Wes and Sienna have Orla pinned against the truck wall. Their raised voices merge so I can't understand what they're saying. I finally manage to force my body to respond. Standing up, I push Sienna and Wes off Orla.

"What's going on? We're going to be arriving soon and you're making enough noise we'll be heard before we even enter." I hiss.

"Ask Orla," Wes says angrily.

I've never seen him like this. I glance at Sienna and she's radiating the same anger, her fists clenched by her side. Both of them glare at Orla who is cowering in front of us.

"Orla?" I ask, stepping closer she cowers.

"I'm sorry, Cady, but I had to. I had to. I didn't know you were..." Orla starts whimpering.

Her words seep into me filling me with dread. I grab her shoulders and violently shake her though my voice is steady, too steady. "What did you have to do, Orla? What?"

"They know we're coming. They threatened to kill Charlie, Zed and my fiance so I had to tell them. They came to me and they said they knew I was part of the traitors. They told me to infiltrate and tell them everything otherwise they would kill everyone I love." Orla looks up at me with her wide, guilty eyes and I'm thrown back to another time. A time which feels like another life. I'm looking at another girl called Lena although Orla didn't betray me for herself, she did it for others. The knowledge doesn't make me feel any better.

"You should have told Charlie and Zed. They could have worked something out," I say quietly, falling backwards.

We're walking into a trap. A death trap.

Sienna slaps Orla across the face. "You lied to me when I asked about removing it."

"They told me if I removed it quickly and deeply enough it would be ok." Orla shakes. "I thought it would be alright. You three don't have responsibilities. None of you seem to care about dying but now Cady is a mother."

"Stop crying," Wes orders. "What is their plan?"

"Once inside, Officials will be waiting to arrest you," Orla mumbles, dropping to the floor she wraps her arms around her knees and tucks them into her body.

"We're screwed. We're going to die before we get to do anything," Sienna shouts.

Orla restarts her whimpering again and I can't stand it. I can't stand her.

"We need to abort the mission now," Wes says.

Sienna's already moving towards the back doors, searching for some sort of release button. Three deliberate slams on the front indicate we're nearing the labour camp. We look at each other wondering whether we risk jumping now. The truck stops. It's too late. A sombre silence fills the air around us, all of us contemplating our fate.

"Place the boxes by the door and get in," Wes hisses. He grabs Orla, hauls her up and pushes her roughly towards the stacks of boxes. "I'll open the doors, push the boxes out and distract The Officials. Run as soon as it's clear. There should be inmates around, get lost in the crowds."

"No," Sienna says.

"Yes." Wes pulls out a gun and a metallic oval-shaped object. "I brought my own explosive addition. I always knew what the outcome would be for me. I'm going to go out with a bang like I planned."

The truck is moving again. Wes stacks boxes up. "You three can still get the cameras up then hide among the inmates and hope Zed finds a way to get you out."

I tear open a box and climb in. Two knocks indicate we're about to stop inside. Ducking into my box, Wes is releasing the doors and the last thing I see is Sienna and Orla clambering for a box.

The grind of metal as the truck doors open cuts through me and light filters into the top of my open box. Shouts followed by sharp loud shots punctuate the air. I'm momentarily weightless as the box falls then hits the ground. The impact takes my breath away and my heart is thumping loudly but it doesn't drown out the screaming.

A loud blast, heat penetrates the cardboard and I crawl out. A burning smell fills the air, a blur of colourless figures run and scatter as more shots sound. I run cowering and following a crowd of non-green and gold. My only hope as I push in and surround myself with inmates.

I look over my shoulder. The truck doors are open, boxes are on fire and Wes is shooting a gun whilst crumpling to the floor as multiple bullets penetrate his chest, his head. He's as good as dead but the shots continue to pummel his body while the Officials get closer and closer, emptying themselves of all there bullets.

Orla is on her knees, her hands in the air as she pleads desperately but her words are lost in the chaos until they're stopped by a bullet to the head, a second bullet in the chest, a third in the stomach. Her body slumps forward. There's screaming all around me or maybe, I'm screaming. It could be all me, in my head or from my mouth. I don't know. A hand seizes mine and a body presses against me.

"It's up to us now," Sienna says quietly.

A high pitched siren sounds in the distance. My hand grips Sienna's tightly as the crowd leads us away from the bloody scene featuring the dead bodies of half of our team.

Author's Note

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