The door of the warehouse squeaks open, Andy walking towards me on near silent feet.

She narrows her probing gaze on me, "This is where you've been?" Her lip curls up at the sight of the warehouse, "It smells of man." She pauses, "and sex."

I hold my hands up, "Not me."

Her gaze tracks over me before she walks forward, "Why am I here?"

"I have information."

"It couldn't be shared over the phone?"

I shake my head and Andy looks at me, like really looks at me before she takes a seat beside me. "What is it?"

"Director is still taking people." I murmur.

"You knew this." She says back softly. "You suspected this remember?"

"Yeah, but I didn't have proof after I escaped, his building went up in flames and his whole operation shut down. We couldn't find anything remember?"

"What's changed?"

I hear the two pairs of steps as they ascend the stairs, pushing out of the basement.

I flick my chin towards the golden haired man, "him."

Andy turns her head and the man stops in his tracks, eyebrows climbing up his forehead.

"Darlin', you stalking me?" A groan emits from Andy's lips and she focuses back on me, narrowing her eyes.

What'd I do?

"What are you doing here?" She asks the man, Liam, crossing her arms. "I thought you were one of the good guys." She waved her arms to encompass the area, "Newsflash this isn't the good guys lair."

A grin ticks up the corner of the guys mouth and he folds his arms, copying her movements. "I know."

I look past his shoulder at John, but he only shakes his head back at me, as confused as I am.

"How do you two know each other?" I interrupt.

"We're getting married." Liam answers at the same time as Andy mutters, "He is a giant pain in the ass."

I lift a brow, confused.

Andy's shoulders slump and she turns her head to face me, "We've crossed paths once or twice." She raises her brows as if saying she would elaborate later and I nod, taking the answer.

"Okay." Flicking my gaze between the two of them before focusing on Andy, "Did you bring your equipment?"

"You requested it didn't you?" She mutters, walking for the door.

"I'll help!" Liam says happily, bouncing after her.

"No." She cuts him off, turning to glare at him as he follows.

"Don't be like that, Darlin, you know you need me." He goes to touch her shoulder and she shies away, her lips curling.

"I don't like you." She mutters, beginning for the door again.

"Cause you love me." He sings back, walking out the door, his eyes find mine as he exits and he winks just before shutting the door and I blink back, feeling out of place.

"You have another brother." The words are a statement, not a question.

"The youngest."

I stew on the information for a minute before turning to him, "He needs to tell me everything."

John looks between my eyes, his brows drawing in slightly before he nods, "He will."

I look back towards the door and then turn back to John, "I'll try to get them out but-"

John cuts me off, "We."

"What?"

"We will get them out."

I try to ignore what the words are implying, "We will try to get them out." I amend, before glancing over my shoulder again and saying the last part, "but if I can't get them out, I will kill them."

John blinks back at me, but doesn't say anything.

His silence pulls words from me that I didn't want to say, band my shoulders drop slightly, "I would rather they be dead then go through what I went through, what I am going through."

He nods, "Okay."

I nod back, turning for the door when it opens, Andy and Liam bickering and her eyes find mine, wide as saucers and simmering.

"Just move." Andy snaps, shoving her shoulder into his back.

"You know I can walk without being prodded like cattle," Liam's voice sing songs.

Andy's eyes find mine, "Where the fuck is your gun?"

"You better not be putting me down, my ass may be juicy but it isn't for mass consumption." Liam replies, turning to look at her over his shoulders, "It's only for you."

"Will you shut up."

"You love my voice, Darlin. Don't lie."

"Liam." John says, his voice prodding.

"I'm movin', I'm movin'." Liam looks up and down John's figure, "Brother, you've gotten fat, maybe you should be the one lugging in all this equipment."

"Fuck off." John hisses.

Liam smiles back cheekily before moving forward.

Andy's eyes are narrowed on mine, as if she blames me for all her issues in life. She maybe she does.

I smile back at her, "Is there a room she can set up?"

John's eyes go to the basement.

"Not the basement." I add, not wanting Andy to see that.

"What's wrong with the basement?" Andy asks, curious.

"Nothing." I say.

"There's a dead man down there." Liam says, smiling.

I glare at him but he only grins wider.

Her face turns a little paler and she nods, not saying anything.

"She can set up in the kitchen?" John says, looking around the very open space of the warehouse, the area set up more like a condo then anything else. "I'll clean the basement and then set up a room, I'm assuming you're staying awhile?"

Andy flashes him a smile that's all teeth, "you assume right."

I look to Andy, raising a brow but she ignores me.

She looks at the kitchen and shrugs before nodding, "The kitchen will do for now."

"I'll show you where everything is." Liam says, walking for the kitchen with two of her three bags in tow.

"It's a kitchen." I hear her say as she follows, "I'm sure I can figure it out."

"Two brains are better than one." He says back, grinning cheekily.

"Are you sure you have one of those?"

He gasps outraged, and I turn back to John, finding him much closer to me then before.

"You guys are very different." I mutter.

John lifts his hand, wiping a thumb under my eyes and coming away with a splatter of blood.

"Less than you'd think, actually."

I stare up at him, mesmerised before I push any and all thoughts from my brain.

"I need to prepare." I step back, turning for the stairs, "We leave as soon as a plan is in place." I don't turn to look back at him as I walk up the stairs, heading for the bathroom beyond.

• • •

I stare over the compound, turning to look at the man behind me, "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Liam says, walking past me to the building, the structure so small it's hard to believe more than three people could comfortably stay in there.

I raise a brow and he grins back, "There's more to it then meets the eye."

"It looks empty?" Andy says behind us.

Liam replies without turning, "It always does."

I follow behind as he leads the way, palming the knife in my hand to bring me comfort. John moves at my side, silent and watchful, his dark eyes sweeping the structure for anything out of place.

Andy follows, her steps matching my own, her tablet clutched tightly between her hands.

I look behind me, mouthing the words, 'You good?'

She nods.

I turn back, stepping up to the door that Liam holds open before stepping inside the compound, breathing in the scent of disinfectant and scrunching my nose up at the smell.

Liam stops, turning his head up towards a camera watching us, and he grins, lifting a hand to wave at it.

I look to Andy and she's already tapping at her screen, granting herself entry into the footage and cams placed in this building, giving us a leg up.

She stops in her steps, looking up at me with slightly widened eyes.

"What?"

She turns her tablet towards me, "The building doesn't just look empty, it is empty."

I take the tablet, flipping through the different feeds, grinding my teeth at the bare and empty rooms, the only thing to show anyone has been here recently is the crumpled beds and spotless floors.

"Let's check it out anyway." I say, handing it back to her. When I turn to John and Liam, they don't seem surprised.

I lift a brow in question.

Liam shrugs, "It was worth checking anyway." He mutters, though I can see the regret in his eyes. "I was hoping they would still be here but I know director would have moved them as soon as I escaped."

I nod, "Maybe we'll find some clue as to where he took them."

Liam turns, walking for a door in the middle of the room, pushing it open.

"Everything downstairs,"

I follow cautiously, feeling John at my back and I step to the side, letting him go first before stepping beside Andy.

John raises an amused brow, but continues on.

I follow behind him, keeping Andy behind me just in case anything happens.

When we reach the bottom, I suck in a breath at the long hallway that oreads out in front of me, rooms upon rooms lining the hallway on the right side, glass walls allowing me to peak through into the rooms.

I walk the hallway, dread creeping up on me as we find another empty room, and then another before I ignore them all together, moving further down to the door at the end of the hallway, knowing that would be where his equipment is, if he left any behind and probably where he worked too.

Pushing the door open, I slip inside, feeling Andy follow and drift off, her analytical gaze running over the information that may be left behind.

My steps tap against the floor, pounding in time with my heartbeat and my eyes narrow on the door across from me, something pulling me closer.

I grab the doorknob in my hand and twist, stepping inside the room.

I scan the sight before me, vaguely noticing the chains pooled on the floor in the corner of the room but I ignore them, walking for the box sitting front and centre on a wooden chair.

Stepping closer, I lift the lid, my eyes closing as agony hits me right in the chest.

The music begins to play, the classical tunes of Claire De Lune emitting from the unassuming wooden box.

Old pain rears it's ugly head, transporting me back in time.

The chains around my waists clang, but I ignore it as the music reaches its crescendo, Dimitri humming beneath his breath to the tunes, his body clothes in a pristine white suit.

A suit I know will be dyed red with my blood by the end of his session.

Letting my head fall back, I close my eyes, waiting for the worst to be over.

"Tut, tut, tut." He admonishes, grabbing my chin and pulling my face forward to meet his, "You're too pretty to be doing that. Posture is perfection, remember."

"What's on the agenda today?" Another voice appears and I flick my gaze towards Jedrik, bile crawling up my throat before I swallow it down.

"I was thinking we could start with dancing today before the rest?" Dimitri asks his mentor, and I notice Jedrik narrow his eyes.

"That's not how this works-"

"I know." Dimitri drops his head, chastised. "Forget I said anything."

"And turn off that god awful music."  Jedrik hisses.

The music shuts off.

"Angel?" A new voice enters my mind, the silence from the box peaceful and all consuming. "Angel." John says again, and my eyes pop open, seeing him staring in front of me, the music box in his hand with the lid shut.

I flick my gaze back to his, noting the concern and I shake my head, stepping back.

"What just happened?"

"Nothing." I take another step. "I just had a thought-" I cut myself off, "there's nothing here, we're wasting time."

I turn for the door and exit, finding Andy standing in the hallway, Liam leaning across from her as he talks and she glares.

"Find anything?" Andy flicks her gaze to mine, and she shows her head, but I see the lie in her gaze and I nod before turning to Liam.

"Nothing left." Liam says, his eyes behind me, no doubt on Sebs.

"He's moved them." I state the obvious. "Is their dead."

"Their not dead." Liam snaps.

"They probably wish they were."

"No." He shakes his head, "I know my team. You don't. You don't know Holly." He says, "or Archer or any of them."

"No, I don't." I agree. "But like I said, I know Samael and he won't give up until he turns them into mindless killing machines, nobody should have to live through that."

I walk past him, needing to leave this hell of earth and find Samael before he cusses more damage.