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Chapter 11

Flynn had a few questions about Damon. More specifically, why the other two frequently called him Rider. He'd caught them called him that enough times over the last two days that it had spiked his interest.

Groaning, he rubbed the back of his neck as it soared with a pain that only comes from sleeping in an awkward position for too long. Damon was still fast asleep and the other two were out of the house. This was a pretty perfect time for him to do some snooping.

The night before, after Damon had gotten shot and patched up and went to sleep, Flynn walked around the underground building, taking note of every room and hallway. It was all a big map in his head now and it wasn't as big as he had thought it was before. It was still impressive how they had managed to build this underground fortress.

There were 8 rooms like the one they were briefed in last night, the Mission room, four in that same hallway and the other four in separate hallways. That hallway from the Mission room was the only one with an armory on this floor at least.

Downstairs one floor was all of the bedrooms, where he had spent the night last night.

The last floor down had only one room, one that was locked. That must have been the room where they kept all the information.

Another thing he'd memorised were the faces to everyone he had met so far, not that there were many but he did notice any new face and give them little names of their own. From what he'd seen, there were around 25 people down here, including him, Damon, Aniyah and Ismail.

Taking one last look at the snoring Damon, Flynn waked around the corner into the 'Stairs' hallway which very conveniently had the stairs going down to the next two floors.

Needing a key, he went down to the room he saw Ismail going into last night. He seemed to be the one leading the missions so he probably kept a key in his room.

Of course, the door was locked.

He went into the room next door, the one that belonged to Aniyah and searched for anything that could pick his lock. He'd tried it on practice locks before but even then, he had a lock picking set. What he really needed was a bobby pin and a paperclip to help him.

The bobby pin wasn't hard to find, they were in abundance on the vanity table. The paperclip was a bit harder to find but after a few minutes of searching through desk drawers, he finally came across a pot of coloured paper clips.

Perfect.

He left Aniyah's room in a hurry, not wanting to be seen snooping through the girls things.

Damn, I'd really look like a creep if someone noticed me now.

Closing the door, he jumped back to Ismail's room and uncoiled the paper clip and bent it at the end, making a makeshift tension wrench. Then pulling open the bobby pin, he made his makeshift rake.

He'd never actually tried this on an actual lock that weren't his practise locks. It might break; they are quite fragile versions of the real set.

Yet after having everything in place and pulling the bobby pin back and forth, he heard the last satisfying click of the pin sitting in place and opened the door with ease.

"I could totally be part of MI6." he praised himself with a victorious smile.

The room was everything he expected: clean and tidy without a single thing out of place. Where the key was going to be was a whole new problem.

Ten minutes passed, his search not yielding anything. The last thing he needed to check were his clothes but he really didn't want to invade anyone's privacy more than he already had, feeling quite guilty from what he was doing already.

"If you want to find out what's going on, you need that key." he pepped himself, giving him some other reason to overcome his guilt. "Here goes." he finally put before looking through all his clothes. The first two drawers came back empty. Only two more remained and he was now really starting to question whether or not the key was even in here.

He nearly lost all hope that was, until his hands brushed past a sock that did not feel as soft as a sock should do.

"This better not be what I think it is." he said, his face turning into a disgusted look before pulling out the sock. A heavy sigh of relief passed through him as he finally felt the outline of the key in the sock. "Thank god."

Leaving the room exactly how he found it, he closed the door and undid all the pins in the door so that the room locked again.

Quick steps later, he was outside the office like door, using his new found tool to help him get in.

I'm finally going to find out what they're hiding.

Half an hour later, he wasn't saying the same thing when he couldn't find not even a reference to who Rider could be and how he's connected to Damon.

The computer on the desk was the last thing he hadn't looked through but he knew it would have a password, not one he could have guessed either.

He tried it anyways though, booting up the computer and sitting on the home screen. The Microsoft 10 home screen loaded up, the cutest picture of a fox playing in the snow gracing the big screen. His account could either be accessed through a password or a pin.

"Here goes nothing."

He typed in random numbers, trying Ismails birth year, his birthday, his age yet none of it worked.

Maybe it's to do with someone he knows.

The only other mutual person between them was Aniyah. He tried her age and her birth year and they still came up blank. As a last resort, he tried her actual birthday.

A few seconds later, he was staring at the accounts home page.

No way had that worked. Who would choose such an easy password, that was one of the most easy ways to get into someone's account. In this instance, he was thankful that Ismail had been such a tool.

Straight into the directory, Flynn typed in 'Damon'. It came up short. Backspacing, he then tried 'Rider'. There was a single folder under that name. Opening the folder, there was a single file. He opened that too.

Word loaded up, a small document taking form on the page.

"Oh my god."

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a/n: short, i know butttttttttt flynn might have just found out something very important.

but the question is, what did he find?

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