Year E3029

Ocea

Wyatt batted my hands down. "What are you doing?" He glanced at Dan through the window. "Why aren't we trusting Dan?"

"He's the mole," I said, smirking with my tongue out at Dan. "He's the one who gave up all our missions to the Men of Suits."

"Bastard!" Wyatt yelled, crossing his arms and glaring at Dan.

Dan rolled his eyes. "You don't understand," he said with a muffled voice through the glass. "They made me."

Wyatt patted his arm. "I don't see a chip."

"No, but they threatened me with my life."

Wyatt shook his head. "That is nonsense. Tell us the truth."

Dan's eyes met mine and bobbled at Wyatt. Till had yelled something behind him, but the closed room muffled it. Dan glared at him while the siren echoed in the hallway. The lights flashed red, painting a horror image of Dan.

I crossed my arms. "What did they promise you?" I asked, watching his expression drop.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway, causing Wyatt to grab my upper arm. "Too late, Dan. You are not a Savior, and you will never be again!" Wyatt yelled. "I don't care if they promised you eternal life. You put your unnecessary needs before the lives of others, so enjoy being on the losing team."

Cop's laughter caused Dan to slam his fist against the glass. "Let me out!"

Wyatt shook his head and raced away. The shadows of the unwanted rounded a corner down the hallway as I waved at Dan and rushed after Wyatt. The red lights blinked in unison while the siren blared louder as we passed speakers.

"Where is Becca?" Wyatt asked as I stayed in his shadow, running.

"Cell nine, I believe. Dylan and Thomas are there, too. Where's Stopper?"

"We split up accidentally when the Saviors and we got here."

"How many are here?"

"Everyone," Wyatt said with a smile.

A woman cried from inside a room as we ran. Another man yelled, banging on his door. I paused, hearing the prisoners in every space and the evil things that happened to them.

"Wait," I said, watching Wyatt slow down.

"What?" he asked, hurrying and pulling on my arm. "We need to get the others."

"Let me see the badge." I yanked it from him without permission.

A group of MOS ran around the corner down the hallway. "Hey, stop right there!"

I scanned the badge over the man's room. It opened slowly, and a heavy-muscled man with green hair and brown eyes walked out, showing he was the same as me. He nodded at me with a smirk and charmed the MOS.

"Okay," Wyatt said, pulling me.

We ran while I scanned every door, letting the prisoners free. Wyatt watched the numbers above the door lower and lower as we raced to cell nine. We rushed around a corner, but Wyatt paused, and I ran into his back.

"Wrong way," he said quickly, scurrying the other way.

The siren blared louder while the hallway narrowed and the cell numbers reduced. Wyatt stopped quickly, holding me back with his arm. He brought his finger to his lips, instructing me to quiet.

I listened as a single step rushed closer to us around the corner of a hallway. We snuck to the edge, waiting for the moment. A man ran directly into Wyatt, and they both tussled on the floor.

"Rob," I said, prompting the man to pause and give Wyatt the chance to handcuff him with a red rocket insect.

"What had you done?" Rob asked, pulling at the cuffs.

"It's the beginning of the end for the Men of Suits," I replied, kicking his chest and causing him to fall onto his back.

"You know him?" Wyatt asked.

"No," I said, eyeing the man on the chilly tile. "He had been the one to wheel me around in a prisoner bed."

Wyatt scolded him. "Pig."

Rob scoffed, not responding to us. I walked to him and prompted him, leaning him against the wall. His eyes remained lowered, not wanting to meet mine.

"Do you have the chip remover?" I asked Wyatt with my hand stretched to him.

"What?" Wyatt knelt beside me. "We don't have time for this."

"Trust me."

Wyatt clenched his jaw but pulled the chip remover from his backpack. He stepped back, watching down the hall while I pulled out a tool to cut open Rob's skin.

"Are you ready?" I asked Rob while I cut his skin open.

"You know the answer to that." His voice was deep with wisdom. "This chip had always pushed but never truly taken over."

"Memories too?" I asked while I stuck the chip remover into him.

He closed his eyes in pain, trying to show his strength. "No memories, sadly," he replied as I pulled the chip, and his entire body relaxed.

"Wyatt, take the cuffs off," I said, turning to him.

Wyatt palmed his mouth, looking at the ceiling. "Are you sure?"

"Give them to me." I held my hand out.

Wyatt placed the red chip in my hand as I unlocked Rob's insect handcuffs. He rubbed his wrists with an unsure expression. I nodded at him and displayed my fire between our faces. Without asking him, I burned his arm with a firm fire, hoping the more I pushed, the faster his memories would return.

Rob screamed with pain, but shock washed over his face. He paused while his jaw dropped open. His eyes scanned me while a smile formed, with a single tear trailing down his skin.

"Kat," he said, cupping his hand on my cheek, and I leaned into it. "No." He leaned closer, staring into my blue eye. "Beck and Kat."

"You knew my parents?" I asked, while he removed his hand from my face.

"Yes," he chimed with regret. "I failed them." He glanced at Wyatt. "I failed everyone."

Wyatt reached his hand toward Rob. "Failing isn't in our vocabulary on the Savior team." He helped Rob off the ground as I stood slowly. "Welcome to the team."

Rob nodded. "I got it. Go get your friends." He pointed down the hallway. "They are in the science area now. Look for room three-zero-five." He ran away.

"Where are you going?" I yelled after him.

He turned to run backward. "Your father, and then to stop this." Rob stomped down the hallway away from us.

"three-zero-five," Wyatt said, with his arm gesturing for me to go first. "Let's do this."

We followed down the hallway until we saw a sign pointing to the science wing. Wyatt knocked on the sign without a word, and we continued down the flashing hall. A double door with large windows had us stopping. Wyatt tried the door with no budge.

I scanned the badge and entered a different wing of the building. The red flashing lights weren't blinking. The double doors closed behind us, shutting out the siren.

Wyatt pointed at a door with three-zero-zero. "This way."

We quietly trailed until the room we needed popped up. Silence filled the area as we walked into the dark space. Chemicals and metal masked my face with whispers in the shadows.

"Becca?" Wyatt whispered toward the dark corners.

"Wyatt." A woman's voice replied as the shadow stood from behind a table. "Wyatt!" Becca yelled, rushing toward him.

Flashlights beamed from her direction, shining on Becca and Wyatt as they connected and kissed. Wyatt picked her up and squeezed her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her cries filled the room as I smiled at Dylan holding the flashlight.

"What's going on out there?" Dylan asked, walking to me and leaving the two lovebirds alone.

"The Saviors are here, and the MOS are running around looking for us all." I glanced around. "What happened here? Where is Thomas?"

"The lights turned off randomly, and I found this on the desk over there," he replied, pointing at the front of the space. "They took Thomas when the last chemical they gave him didn't work for the chip replacement."

I grabbed Dylan's shoulders. "Where?"

"I-I—"

"Never mind," I replied, running out of the room.

I panicked down the hallway, peeking into the rooms. The dark spaces with silence, unsure if they tied him to a table. The silence of the science wing caused my heart to race and listen for any movement.

"Ocea," Wyatt said, with the others behind him. "We should be—"

A deep scream followed by a gunshot echoed from down the hallway. I ran towards the noise without thinking, falling into the room. Stopper stood with a Men of Suits at his feet, bleeding from the head.

"Stopper," I said, seeing blood pooling on the table beside them.

Stopper glanced at me with a sad expression. "He wouldn't stop. He was trying to kill Thomas."

Thomas peeked his head up before standing slowly from behind the table, holding his bleeding arm. His deep brown eyes met mine as I signed in relief.

"Thomas," I whispered and ran toward him.

Thomas limped around Stopper, eyes on me. I halted before him while he brushed my cheek, concerned with the wound around my eye. He smirked, watching his fingers brush my violet hair.

"Ocea," he whispered. "I—"

I quickly leaned in the warmth of his skin against mine and pressed my lips to his. His arms wrapped around me, a possessive embrace that sent shivers down my spine, a silent promise of forever etched in the pressure of his hands. The taste of desire filled my mouth. My lips swollen with a yearning so deep, so absolute, that I knew he would brave any storm for me.

Loving him was like jumping into space; the exhilarating terror, the plummeting stomach, the breathtaking unknown took over completely. But I knew he was who I wanted. Thomas had been the rock keeping me on Safforia, his absence not completely gone when the MOS took over. I would follow him to the end of the planet, leaping into his heart to pass through space.

His vast hand clutched the back of my neck before brushing up into my hair. He pulled away with his eyes closed before slowly opening them. The big brown eyes with everything I needed and wanted.

He glanced over my shoulder, his expression saddened. Thomas tucked his head into my chest before spinning me around. My mind couldn't focus on the dizziness.

"No!" Becca cried before a gunshot blasted into the space.

A second shot followed as I glanced up to see Mr. Cop holding a gun toward us, frozen with a hole in his forehead. He dropped and died on the ground before I looked over at Stopper, with his gun still smoking at the end.

Thomas fell heavily in my arms as blood soaked the back of his shirt. He coughed, glancing at me in pain.

"Thomas," I wailed, helping him to the ground in my lap as blood pooled around us. 

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