'These are the recording sections.' Colby informs us. I look around and my eyes glister. 'You had all of this, and never made a move?' I question. She shakes her head sadly. 'I told you before, we didn't have enough men to do it.'

'Can I lean your studio for a few minutes?' Colby nods her head at me, and answers. 'Just give me a few seconds to find my best workers.'

Seconds turned to minutes, but she returned. She walks past me, two men and one woman behind her. 'Let me introduce my friends over here.' She gestures at them. 'These are: Gershal, Plutasy and my last man over here, Antonio.' They shyly wave at us, and I wave back. 'Guys, you will be helping miss. Lavanchy today.' I think, Plutasy, nods her head. 'Alright president.' Colby walks away, 'I have some work to do on my own.' Only I wonder what that is. My thoughts get broken off by Clary. 'What is your plan this time?' I turn to her. 'Sending Sheila a second warning. You saw what those soldiers did to that innocent woman.' Clary nods and I front the three workers. 'Are you able to film my message, and send it out around whole Chestwood City?' They smile and Antonio speaks up. 'Of course we can, darling.' I smile back as they lead me towards a big room, with camera's and screens. The others follow us.

On the screens there are flashes of more people being hit, burned or drowned. I push the upcoming tears away, and fight my way towards the small bit of standing place. I allow myself to wipe my eye, and a tear drop escapes my eyelid. Why would Sheila do something like this? Why the hell, would she do this? My cheeks burn up, and thoughts of Lashell being treated that way, hits my brain. I shake my head and push my anger out of my way. 'Ready?' Gershal asks, standing behind a large camera, with its rounded glass pointed at me. 'As ready as I can ever be.' I answer. The others are standing on the side-line, watching me. 'Okay, in 5. 4. 3. 2.' He holds a finger in the air and I know he's recording.

I inhale and frown. 'Dearest Sheila.' I start out quiet. 'I gave you a warning. And you disapproved my need, by every detail.' I unfold my arms and stand straighter. I exhale and swallow. 'And I can't even imagine the pain, going through those innocent people. And you know what I'm talking about.' I let out a chuckle. 'Yes. I know your dirty little secret. You are torturing thousands of people, in your un-provided cells.' I spit. 'Well let me give you a bit of advice. Torturing people, will not help you get your happiness. Trust me, I know what great loss feels like. But don't you dare and rub it in other people's faces.' I blink and trust myself to bring out my last words. 'If you don't listen to this last warning, I swear I will come for you and your 'precious' everyday job.' Lingering two fingers at precious. 'Have a great, whatever you are doing.' Lastly, I grin.

'That was amazing, miss. It'll just take a few minutes to send it out.' I nod and jump off of the small plate I was standing on. Clary throws her arms around me and I chuckle. 'Missed me or something?' Clary punches my shoulder. 'No silly, you did great.' For the first time in a long couple of days, Rye actually smiles. I walk towards him and start to apologize. 'Rye, please listen-' 'No, I'm sorry. I've been a fool these last days. I shouldn't have been mad at you. It wasn't your fault. That Carissa is a bitch.' He interrupts me. A smiles breaks over my face, and I throw my arms around him. 'I'm sorry though.' I whisper into his ear. He nods his head, 'Let's just forget about all of this.' I nod also, and we wait for Gershal to say something.

'Miss Lavanchy?' Gershal asks. 'Hm?' I answer, and look up.

'I can happily say: The message has been send all over Chestwood City.' I gasp and stand up. I hug him tight and answer. 'Thank you.' I draw myself back, and he smiles at me. 'Your very welcome.' He says.

'So, what do we do now?' Clary asks. I turn to her. 'Now?' She nods. 'We fight our way towards Lashell.' Cheers are being exchanged around our group. We did it. We send a final message. That'll do Sheila some good. The thought of Lashell, seeing my message, lightens me up. How will she react? Has she given up? My heart screams no, but my mind is battling against my thoughts. No.

We have returned to our quarters, as we were done at the Official Camera Care. We shot some pretty good pictures from the room we were in. And we even listened to some old nowadays music. It was amazing. I heard mine and Lashell's dance song. Tears escaped my eyes at that moment. It hurt me to know Lashell wasn't there to join me dance. Although I know, I have to forget. Forget and make up. We are going to safe her.

'Maysley?' Trace asks from behind me. I shake out of my thoughts.

'Yeah?' I answer, raising an eyebrow.

'Can I talk to you, alone?' Rye spies my face, but I nod at him. Telling him it's alright. 'Sure.'

We have found a spot on a balcony. The open space is a great view off the Meeting Hall, where people can sit and relax if they want. We both sit down on a chair, and Trace starts talking. 'Maysley, this is my final message to you.'

'What in the world do you mean? You don't plan on suicide, do you?' He chuckles but shakes his head. 'Of course not, I wouldn't give up that easily.' I sigh out heavily. 'Then what do you want to tell me?' I ask. 'Well, you know how I think about these people here. And I would like you to actually belie-'

'Listen, all of you need to stop this! These people are good! They don't do any harm, and help us find Lashell.' I stand back up, raising my voice. 'But you don't understand! Didn't you see how they smiled? Didn't you at least have doubts in them?' He stands up also. 'No I didn't. They are good people, you need to accept that.' Trace groans and turns away. 'I can't believe you. I am one of your best friends, and you still don't believe your own friend.' He mutters. For a couple of seconds, I am taken aback. But my anger rises within me, and I speak out loud. 'Listen, Trace.' Making sure to spit his name. 'I don't want to see you again, if you continue this nonsense, we both know they are good people. Only are you to selfish to realize!' He turns back to me, with a frown on his face.

'The young man is right, there definitely is something going on.' A raspy voice says out of nowhere, coming out of our eyesight. I turn and gasp. I count the shadows. Nine. Nine guards are standing in our way, pointing their guns at us. He was right.