As always, as soon as I returned to the tiny apartment I called home from the work assignment that had been given to me by the regional manager of labor, I booted up my computer,And inserted the USB that would allow me to connect to Wattpad. The first thing that caught my eye was a post from Morning. I assumed it would be her reporting on the resent jail break of Storm Sectors leaders, Hurri and Ice. I was half right.

'Today, I am glad to announce that with the help of Warden and CiTTeN, and with Goldclaw's aid on the ground, both Iceheart and Hurricane have been freed from the prison camp they were being kept in. They are sheltering with a few of our mutual friends.' Thats how it was, even on Wattpad. You never know if someone had been captured, of if an communist hacker had cut through the encryption. You trusted your team, and that was it.

'It is also my painful duty to report the deaths of old admins Shadow and Silver, and current admin Sky. They were ambushed at a meeting place in downtown Chicago, other than that, details are hazy at best.'

I cursed, slamming a fist into my desk. It was one of the two pieces of furniture in my room. The second was a cot. Other than that, it was bare.

There was another notification, from the Storm sector chat. A few dozen Wattpaders, and a few of the original developers had put their heads together to make them, and it was one of the mane reasons active rebel cells were so effective. Quick, simple, unmonitored communication.

Deerfly: Hell yes, I knew Hurri wasn't dead.

Luvlife: Warden, Citten, you guys are fucking amazing.

Wolf: We still need to be on schedule. Neither Ice nor Hurri is going to be online until they can get new decoders. Which means, we all have work to do. Citten, Warrden, the Flash Bang virus. Everyone else, information gathering, as we agreed to do until one of us came up with a better idea.

Warden: Aw, come on. We just scored a victory for the sector.

Wolf: And our sister group lost three of their best... But I'll give you some time to celebrate. But I still want you to be getting things done by tomorrow night.

CiTTeN: YASS!!

As soon as I typed that, there was a knock at my door. "American police, open up." Someone called.

CiTTeN: Ampo at the door. Wish me luck.

I typed as fast as I could, and then yanked the USB out of it's port, which started an automatic wipe of the computers hard drives. I wouldn't be able to hide the USB, and since they were banned to normal civilians for 'safety purposes', once they found it, I'd have a one way ticket to Camp Highpoint, the nearest labor camp. I also couldn't hide the pistol under my cot, nor the belt with long range emergency communication headset, or the smoke grenade, all of them banned, all acquired in raids by Warriors for freedom.

I pulled the holster belt for my pistol on, pulled on the headset, which was in essence just a pair of headphones, an antenna, and a retractable mic, and slipped the smoke bomb into one of the pockets of my jacket. Which was laced with kevlar, a gift to us from Hurri for a successful burn of a dozen American fighter planes.

"Open the door or we will break it in!" The same person yelled from the other side of the door.

"Alright!" I yelled, nearing the door. Unbeknownst to them, there was a teeny tiny camera on the door, connected to the encrypted side on my phone, and I knew exactly where the three of them were. Three gunshots later, and they were on the floor. "For once." I remarked, taking a set of keys off of one of the men. "I'm glad Ice forced us to train with Tide's fighters when they were in town." I ran down the stairs, glancing at every door as I passed, reviewing my escape plan. Which went a little something like this.

1. Acquire car.

2. Get out of St. Louis.

3. Improvise.

That's when I remembered the L-REC.

"Make a call." I said, simultaneously pushing the speak button and opening the car door of a bulky van, which the American police had evidently showed up in.

"I am sorry, I didn't get that, please repeat." A robotic voice answered me.

"God damn Siri." I muttered, and repeated. "Make a call."

"To whom?"

I paused, and then said. "Morning."

"I am sorry, that person does not have an emergency contact, call another?"

I was barreling down the road now, it was near ten at night, so no one was on the streets. I squinted, trying to remember which Century admin had one. "Call Onix." I said.

"Calling."

"Who is this?" A cautious voice asked after a few rings.

"This is Citten. The storm warrior." The phrase meant nothing to most people, and to people who knew of our two groups, it would seem just a further merging. But Hurri and Morning had agreed long ago that any communication outside of Wattpad would have to be done after both sides had given their phrase.

"This is Onix, Storm warrior."

"Nix, I need somewhere to go. My apartment just got raided. The computers wiped, and I'm in a car, heading east on seventy."

"Stay on seventy. We're in Indianapolis. Ditch the car before you hit the outskirts. I'll be waiting on the first stoplight after seventy curves left around the city." He said.

"I'll see you there." I said. There was a click, and the line went dead.

Leaving just the sound of the car's engine and the rush of passing air to fill the silence.