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A/N: So yeah I made a part two. Woop. Woop. Um. I kinda realized this is a bunch of AUs at this point so I'm thinking that once I finish this series I'm probably going to focus on my incompleted waiting stories... *crickets chirp* Sorry? I remember I used to think fifty chapters wouldn't be hard.... But then my writing actually matured... I realized that was hard.... So yeah. Vote. Comment. Stay wild. And thanks for still reading this! I think you know by now that this is slowly ending unless I get some major inspiration.... Yeah... Sorry... But. If you like my cringey writing... You can check out my profile and stalk- I mean follow me for more of my writing? Idk... I've realized that most of my series are either romance or random... Meep. Just read now.

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Sophie's POV

I grunted as my arrow stuck into the wood. The black feather at its end stayed stiff in the breeze. My fingers searched my quiver for another arrow and notched it. My muscles tensed before I finally let the arrow fly. It split the previous arrow down the center and I let out a sigh. Mindlessly two more arrows flew, splitting each other down the center. The weakly painted bullseye on the tree couldn't be seen anymore. I was about to notch a fifth arrow, but I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.

I looked up to see Dex looking down on me. "It's fine we'll get Keefe back." He said.

I let out a sigh of annoyance and put the arrow back in my quiver. I let out a grunt. "When? A day? A week? Who knows how they're torturing him." Dex gave me a mysterious smile and his eyes sparkled.

"He's being held in Candleshade Prison, their security is at a decent level. Some alarms, a whole lot of guards, some simple locks, the patrols' talents prevents any sorts of bombs. Too many psinopaths." Dex said.

"Easy." I smiled back. "We're just going have to kick some butt if we wanna get Keefe out."

"They also have three of our other men." Dex replied.

I notched a final arrow and it hit the other arrows just as I spoke. "Two birds with one stone. Lets rally the merry men Little Dex."

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For the mission, we decided to have me, Tam, Linh, Dex, Grady, a Guster, our only Beguiler, two Vanishers, and a Phaser. Talent-wise, we were ready. Combat-wise we were more than ready. I felt the cool wind whip my face as we channeled our way towards the tall prison.

The waning slice of moon in the sky shined down on us, giving everything an eerie glow. We reached the back door of the prison, and Dex nodded to me after throwing a cube in front of the door. One of our Vanishers, a man with choppy platinum blonde hair that reached just above his shoulders, and long bangs that reached to his elbows, pulled a dagger out. He looked up, his pale blue eyes reflecting the moon, just as he pressed a button on his Blinking Cloak. He turned invisble, and so did the other Vanisher.

I looked at the two guards standing at the door. I saw them flail and eventually fall to the ground, silently. Step One a success. The Phaser, Mel, pulled a silver blade out of her sheath. She clicked a button on her Blinking Coat, and looked like a ghost, barely visible. Her waist length silver hair, large, clear blue eyes, and porcelain skin helped contribute to her ghostly looks. She smiled and phased through the door.

 I smiled as the door seemed to open on its own accord. I waited a few moments before pointing my finger to Grady and the Beguiler. They also clicked a button on their cloaks, and Grady ran through the door. The Beguiler, a raven haired, teal eyed man that was just as tall as Dex, slinked behind. He held a long black staff with blades on either end in his right hand. His ears were slightly pointed, and stuck out of his shaggy hair that reached to his chin. He smiled at us with a muderous glint in his eyes as he went in. Glad he's on our side.

I counted down and nodded to the Guster, Tam, and Dex. The Guster propelled them to the roof of the tall prison, all two hundred floors up. I saw them disappear into the night sky. I mentally counted the second as I watched the 172nd floor. At 182, I heard a wail and saw the lights flash on that floor. I nodded to Linh and grabbed her arm. I searched for Dex's mind and listened. Floor 87.

I used a brain push and saw a barred window. I landed on the ledge with Linh, clenching my right fist. I punched the bar and gritted my teeth as it fell out. The mechanical knuckles Dex had made helped, but it still felt like living hell in my right glove. We slipped through the bars. I ran down the hall, letting Linh cover my back. She had a long katana in her grip that could make anyone in their right mind shiver. Luckily we were all insane. All the best people are.

I was about to punch him when I recognized the cocky smirk on his face. He was leaning against the doorway to a cell. He had keys bouncing in his right hand, and two unconscious guards lay on the floor. "Hey Foster, quite the greeting there." I hugged him and assesed his condition. His usually styled hair still retained some sparkle, but some of it was matted to his head by blood. His blue eyes looked dull, his handsome face covered in scars, and a still bleeding cut right above his lip. He still had on his circlet that represented his nobility. An ice blue diamond was set into its silver metal. He had on loose black gloves that reached a little past his wrists. A once white tunic was stained with blood, rips and tears showing where they tortured him. He had navy blue leggings tucked into grey boots. His cape was thrown into the back of the cell, ripped and bloodied. He had a dagger in his hand that he probably stole from a guard.

I stood back and felt a tear leak out of my eye. "Keefe?" He nodded. He was still leaning against the wall in an attempt at nonchalance, but by the way he was grimacing, I could tell he was in pain. I would have shoved his shoulder if there wasn't laceration marks left by some sort of whip. "Damn it Keefe you scared me. How long did they torture you?"

Keefe tried to smirk but winced as the cut above his lip widened. Fat drops of blood rolled down his lips. "Maybe a week... I lost track... Um... Biana brought NumbsSeath the third day, but then I blacked out for most of the following days... Then it wore off and they kept trying to find information." A sob passed through my lips, surprising both of us.

I hugged a shocked Keefe. "Idiot." I whispered in his ear.

He hugged me back, burying his face into my shoulder. "Missed you too Foster."

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As soon as we got back to camp with our recoverd agents, including Keefe, I yelled at everyone and soon the camp was bustling with life even though it was very early morning. Keefe had an arm around Linh and me, limping. I hadn't noticed earlier, but his right foot appeared sprained. "Elwin!" I yelled.

Elwin ran up to our group, two assistants scurrying behind him. His assistants helped carry Keefe over to the medical tent. Two of our other recovered agents limped over there, though most of their injuries were healed.

I felt a bit relieved when I looked over to the remaining agent. She was searching the crowd for someone. She was seventeen, and had been spying in one of the large trade cities for four months. She was then captured and kept in the prison for two weeks. Her name was Arya, and that's all that I had been told.

Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached her elbows. Her eyes were a blue-grey color. Her face lit up as a tall man ran towards her. They embraced and I could see her sobbing. He then lifted her up and they kissed. I looked away and sighed as I walked towards my tent.

Linh followed behind. "What's wrong Black?"

I leaned against a near tree. "I-I-" Linh gave me an encouraging nod. "I miss Fitz. There. Now I sound like Tam."

Linh gave me a gentle smile. "You grew up with Fitz, it's perfectly fine." She elbowed me playfully. "Tam just has a celebrity crush." She paused. "Though, he could have possibly met her during his shift in the capital a few weeks ago. He was there for a month." She said thoughtfully.

I sighed. "Yeah, but I feel stupid 'cause Fitz probably doesn't even remember me. It's been nearly eight years since I was taken away at twelve and told that my noble parents were not actually my parents."

Linh gave me a small smile. "He does. Young love is the truest love, it shall never be forgotten." She said wistfully.

I smiled back at her and continued back on to my tent, my shoulders lighter.

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