Emma Thompson.

"Thanks, mom." I gave her a small smile.

"Be careful dear. I know how you feel. Don't take any rough steps before you are sure." My mom warned.

"Yes, mom. You know I don't do anything before thinking about it a hundred times." I assured her.

"I know that Nessa. That is the reason why you are the Leader and the gang trusts you with their everything." My mom smiled.

"Thanks, mom." I smiled as I went upstairs to my room and sat on the bed. I opened the file and started reading it.

Name: Emma Thompson

Age: 17 (2001-2018)

Last seen: The Black Warehouse

Reason of Death: Nothing Specific

Seriously! 'Nothing Specific!' That's what they came up with. She was tortured until her last breath! She was r*ped until she couldn't hear her voice! She had cuts all over her body! She was killed with a knife which was directly stabbed into her heart! I still hear her cries in my sleep. I still imagine what she would have gone through. And they say that the reason for her death is 'Nothing Specific'!?! How could they?!

The researchers are supposed to know every single detail and this is what they come up with? I don't care if the researchers are afraid to write the real reason, I am not. I am going to find out who killed her. For some reason, I think I know who did it. I am going to make sure that they get killed in the same way. Last, seen- 'The Black Warehouse' huh? Well...Let's say that they are going to have a visitor today.

I showered and got dressed. I packed all my things- the guns, the knives, the mask. I put my on phone on silent so that it won't unexpectedly ring and inserted the tracker in the front zip of my pant. I took my bag and made my way downstairs, only to see my mom waiting for me in the living. She knows me too well.

"Where are you going?" She sternly asked.

"Um...to find out more about..." I trailed.

My mom knew about Emma and what had happened to her. But I could never speak of her out loud with my mom. She understood what I was going to say and the strictness in her eyes was now replaced with concern.

"Darling...I am no one to stop you but please. Be careful. Always keep the tracker with you. You have the tracker, don't you?" She asked. I nodded.

"All the best darling. Be safe." She warned. She knew I was unstoppable when it came to my personal missions. And this one tops that list.

I walked towards the door but I was interrupted by the voice of my beloved brother. "Nessa, where are you going?" Great! He had to come down at this time only, didn't he?

"I am um...going for a sleepover?" Very smooth Nessa. Very smooth.

"Mom, that's not fair. You don't allow me to go anywhere at night and she gets to go for a freaking sleepover even though she is a girl." Ethan whined like a child. Although he did have a point, I was not going to agree with him.

"Hey, no sexism!" I shouted at him. He had no idea what girls can do.

"That's not the point. You get to go anywhere anytime you like and I have to beg even to step out of the house!" He screamed at me.

"Lower your voice, both of you." My mom shouted and we both went silent.

"Ethan, she is going for a sleepover in a house. Not staying all night in the parks in the open air." Mom tried to convince him.

"You don't even allow me to go for the parties at my friend's 'house'" he air quoted.

"Ethan-" my mom started but I cut her off. "I don't get drunk at sleepovers. Plus, you know what, you both sort it out. I am leaving."

I stepped out of the house, ignoring his whines. But he is my brother. Who am I kidding? He quickly held my wrist and pulled me back.

"No, you are not. Mom this not fair." Ethan interrupted. Ugh! Can't he just shut up?

"Ethan, if you want you can drop me to make sure that I am 'safe'" I air quoted. My mom tried to control her smile at Ethan making sure that I am 'safe'. Only if he knew...

"Not interested." He rolled his eyes.

"Then let me go. Bye." I quickly said and stepped out of the house. Again.

"Where are you going?" He asked, disinterest clear in his voice. I should have thought of a place for the sleepover before asking him. Like you are going for a sleepover. Shut up, brain and suggest something.

"To Selena's house?" Selena to the rescue! Unexpectedly, his face lit up.

"The Klarks?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes?" I answered, even though it sounded more like a question.

"Don't you dare move. I am coming to drop you." He announced as hurriedly rushed upstairs to his room to grab his car keys. What was that about?

He came, happily jumping down the stairs. We sat in the car and drove off. I texted Lena that we were coming otherwise she would be clueless.

Me

Selena

Hey! I'm coming over to yours for an ELITE sleepover.
P.S. Please help.

Okay, boss. But why are you not directly going to The House?

ETHAN...I will explain everything there.

Yeah sure.

I could tell she was rolling her eyes. She hates it when she doesn't have the details about anything. After about five minutes, we reached her house and I ran to the door as soon as Ethan stopped the car.

"Bye, brother." I anxiously said, wanting him to be on his way back home as fast as possible.

But to my surprise, he didn't reply and stepped out of the car to come at the doorstep to drop me. What the heck is going on with this boy? He never gets out of the car when he drops me at a friend's house. He rang the bell with a loving smile plastered on his face. But as soon as the door opened his smile dropped. The door was opened by Selena, as planned.

"Hey, Nessa. Ready for an ELITE sleepover." She fake-smiled.

"Yeah." I hugged her to show some reality in the act that we were performing. After that, I turned to Ethan whose face still held disappointment.

"Bye Ethan. Thanks for dropping me." And making a mess of my plan.

"Bye. Have fun." He monotonously said. He turned around and started walking away.

"Hey, Nessa." I turned to see Shirley, Selena's sister.

Ethan turned around at her voice and his face lit up like a small boy had got his favourite Christmas gift that he was longing for. Ooh. Now I see what's going on. He came back and stood beside me.

"Hey, Shirley!" He cheerfully said. I raised my eyebrows at him but he just straight up ignored me.

"Hey, Ethan. What are you guys doing here? I mean, I don't have any problem with you guys being here. Just asking." She lovingly smiled (which I think was meant for Ethan). But before I could answer, Ethan said, "I came to drop Nessa for their sleepover-"

"An ELITE sleepover." I cut him off and answered before Shirley could ask any questions. She raised her eyebrows at me. I just nodded.

"Okay then! Come on in Nessa and have fun. Thank you Ethan for dropping her." She said. She knew I did not want Ethan here.

"Bye Nessa! Have fun." I could see the disappointment on Ethan's face for not being invited in. But I don't have time to worry about that.

"So what about The Elites huh?" Shirley asked me as soon as she closed the door. If you must be wondering what is this 'ELITE' then it is the name of our gang- The Elites. We also use it as the keyword when we have unexpected trouble. Like in this case- Ethan.

"It's about Emma," I informed them both.

"Oh. I will ask no more questions." Shirley said that and walked away.

The thing is before Selena was taken in the gang, Shirley had the offer. But she denied it because she is not interested in any of this. But even though she is not in the gang, she is a very good fighter. She was trained with us so that she could protect herself. Even their mom, Mrs Ariel Klarks is a member of the gang and is a very good friend of my mom.

"Selena, I need you to drop me at The House as I didn't take my car. I'll take my bike from there." I told her.

"Okay. No problem. No one can deny the Gang Leader." She smirked.

"Seriously, please don't start with the gang leader sh*t." I glared at her.

You might have understood until now that I am the Gang Leader of the Elites. But I never liked anyone calling me 'Gang Leader'. Especially not Lena. She might have understood that I am pissed cause she quickly went to take her car keys. After bringing the keys, we sat in the car and drove off.

We reached The House which is the centre of our gang in America. There are many like this all over the world. But the main one out of all is in Australia, my home country. After passing all the security checks, I and Selena went to the garage and took out my bike.

"Selena, one more thing. I will keep my tracker which is connected to you, on at all times. I don't want my mom panicking if anything happens. So please stay alert and help me out if I need anything." I said.

"I am damn sure you will be safe. But don't worry Nessa. I have your back." She nodded.

I said my goodbyes to her and thanked her for the help. I took out the mask which would help me cover my identity- something which is very important on missions like these- and wore it. I wore the helmet over the mask and started my bike and drove off.

The Black Warehouse, here I come.

A/N:

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