If finding out her older sister was pregnant wasn't enough, the rest of Paige's day seemed to go downhill. Her final straw was right before she went to bed. It was like an insult to her being, like adding salt and vinegar to an open cut.

But before that, Lincoln's odd behaviour did not go unnoticed. When he returned with Stray Kids, he quickly excused himself and headed to the library. Cassidy following immediately after.

Paige thought about what Kyla had said earlier about it. Was Cassidy really convinced that Kyla killed Janey? Was she convincing Lincoln the same thing?

"Are you alright?" Minho asked as he and Changbin approached her, concern tattooed to their faces.

"You were half dead when we left this morning," Changbin commented.

"Oh, that? Yeah, I'm alright. How was practice?"

"Cool, I'm not really a gun type of person but it was fun. A really good stress relief," Changbin grinned while a scowl grew on Minho's face.

"I thought you were banned from weapons," Paige snickered.

"Lincoln says we need all the help we can get so everyone will be using a weapon."

"I see." Paige glanced at Minho, sensing he still wasn't completely with it. "Changbin's old enough to learn how to properly fight."

"I know, I know," Minho sighed. "It's just... Whenever Chan and I have a gun in our hands, we kind of lose control. We remember how our parents passed and we become ruthless. I don't want Changbin to be too."

Changbin rolled his eyes.

"I won't. I don't mean to be inconsiderate or anything but my parents didn't die the same way yours did."

Paige furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked, noticing Minho glaring at her through her peripheral vision.

"My parents died in an aeroplane crash on their way to a mission," he explained.

Wait, what?

Minho's glare intensified and it finally made sense. No one had told him how his family actually passed. All this time he had believed his parents died in a plane crash when they exploded to bits like the rest of theirs.

Paige thought about Chan. When they were children, him and Changbin were the most closed off. It look years to actually get them to talk comfortably. Minho, on the other hand, took an hour.

Now, Chan was quiet again. And she knew it wasn't just because of being  separate for years. He was colder, more bitter and he, indeed, let out an intimidating 'mafia leader' aura. This aura gave her shivers and goosebumps. She wasn't usually scared of mafias and their leaders alike. She was part of the Society, at this point she could go head-to-head with the Devil himself and possibly win.

But Chan new aura was different. It reminded her of one Janey had once described: the horrid, icy atmosphere that radiated off of Harrison.

Don't get me wrong, Chan was by no means working for Harrison. He would never. It was just the ambiance that was too close for comfort.

Minho was still bright and lively and chatty. He was nice to her (but mean to the Stray Kids boys) and always tried to include her or make her feel less lonely. He has always been like that.

Perhaps Minho was worried that if Changbin found out how his parents actually passed, he would turn out like Chan.

"I see," Paige cleared her throat. "Lucky them. Lucky you. I wish my parents at least died that way."

They both gave her sympathetic looks but she brushed it off, really wanting to change the subject.

"So, Minho or Lee Know or whatever the heck you're called now, how's the whole finding Harrison's base thing going?"

His face brightened up a bit.

"I think I found it but..." He glanced around. Lincoln and Cassidy were in the library, Kyla had gone outside for fresh air, Chan and Woojin were having a little meeting while the rest of the Stray Kids boys were playing video games.

"But?" She begged him to continue.

No one was acknowledging them or anything but he was still sceptic.

"Let's discuss this elsewhere. My room, possibly? Or would you prefer yours?" Minho asked.

"I really don't mind as long as you tell me."

And that's how the three of them ended up in Minho's bedroom, huddled around a laptop.

"Tanzania? What's he doing there?" Paige asked in surprise, a wave of terror creeping up on her.

"Actually, Tanzania is a beautiful country, truly. You should visit it someday," Minho tried to soften the atmosphere as he scanned the walls and different surfaces of his room for the millionth time since they got there.

"What are you looking for?" Changbin finally asked the burning question.

They watched as he placed his laptop down and almost trashed his whole room looking for it. At first they had no idea what 'it' was but after completely ruining his wardrobe, a red flashing light came from the darkness.

He pulled it out stealthily: a voice recorder. He paused it as soon as he could and dumped it in a bin.

Now all of them were scanning the room with their eyes. Were there more? And why was it there anyway?

Minho motioned for them to check their clothes, shoes and what not. Changbin found a small recorder stitched into his hoodie and Paige found another in her shoes. Now you might be wondering how the heck neither noticed but let me tell that this was a professional's work. They were stitched up or padded or just anything to disguise them.

An hour later and they were t the river Janey had taken Lincoln to, still searching their bodies and surroundings.

"That was strange... How did you..." Paige blinked in awe.

"I'm not the best at what I do for no reason," Minho gave her a look. "Hacking into systems and finding bases requires waves. Sound waves, electrical waves, all those waves either interfere or enhance the waves needed to hack. Harrison is a smart fellow. Really, really smart. His systems have been updated to a version I could never hack through with my own laptop. I'd need the whole Society and Mafia hackers to even get through a quarter of it. When we were in my room, teh waves were so strong, I could literally see examples where they are. The coordinates, the scenery both in and out, every single thing. Now we just get a blurry picture of the whole of Africa."

"Which means the sound and electrical waves were enhancing the waves," Paige uttered under her breath.

"But why were they there? Why-" Changbin started, only to be interrupted by Minho, who wore a sickly scowl.

"Sabotage."

"So, somehow Harrison's people managed to get into the hideout and place cameras and sound recorders everywhere? Even in our clothes?"

"I thought that too at first but now everything's messing up. Why would his people leave all of that, knowing very well about the waves enhancing other waves. Why would Harrison literally just show us where he is?"

"An ambush, maybe?" Changbin reasoned.

"That could be one," Minho mentioned. "But this isn't just any Headquarters. It's his hideout, his resort. Besides, the technology used on hideout resorts like ours is so complex, you could only sabotage it from the inside. And not just anybody gets inside."

"So, someone, one of us, sabotaged the system?"

"Maybe."

"Or maybe not," Paige spoke for the first time in a long time. "Maybe this has nothing to do with Harrison. Maybe it's something more personal, more internal..."

She thought of Kyla and how Cassidy said to beware of her. How she was the only one around when Janey passed.

She thought of Cassidy and how quick she was to come to conclusions.

She thought to Lincoln and how odd his behaviour was becoming.

"Maybe it's the Rebellion," her voice was awfully quiet. And soon, the whole world was too when, as if on cue, Minho's laptop instantly crashed.

"I don't like the look of that," Changbin mumbled.

They tried everything they could to make it work again but it wouldn't. They went back to the hideout to get extra help but still, nothing.

Eventually, everyone grew tired and headed off to their bedrooms. Paige stared around hers in the dark while enveloped by her large blankets.

What if there were sound recorders in her room too? And cameras? And-

Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone vibrated, indicating a new message. She took it out slowly and scanned the screen before dropping it, almost screaming in the act. Instead, she let out a barely audible squeak.

Three pictures stared back at her: two of Janey and one of her parents. Saying the pictures were disturbing was an understatement, they were vile, nauseating and, as I said at the beginning, insulting.

Janey was covering in her own blood, her green eyes were still and lifeless, like glass. Her newly-cut blonde hair was disheveled and there were some some bald spots and fallen out hair here and there, as if someone had ripped handfuls of hair out her scalp. Her skin was badly bruised, patched of black, blue and purple kissing her new death-grey skin tone. A crimson liquid split out her mouth, her lips were purple and chapped.

The second picture was of her body which was hopelessly ruined. She was shot at least twenty-five times, blood oozing out of each hole. Her right leg and both arms were cut off from the rest of her body and there was a blood-coated chainsaw nearby. Each of her fingers and toes were separately cut off and put into a bowl. Paige realised this picture must have been taken after the first before she could make Janey's eyeballs in the bowl too.

The third picture was what made her slam her phone on the wall, making it shatter into a thousand tiny bits.

The remaining bits and pieces of her parents' exploded bodies were stuck to a lifesize picture of them as if to show the before and after.

Paige stared at the remains of her phone, hand over mouth before backing out of her room and sprinting to Minho's room, where him and Changbin were still trying to fix his laptop.

All of this without even realising someone was watching her.

I keep on forgetting to update... I'm so sorry but here's three chapter update.

~SpicyThaiChicken