Life was a beautiful thing, in a way. Anything was possible, including taking down a large organization. That was the goal. It had been a year since the incident happened. Since the traitor ratted them out. It had also been a year since they had begun to brainstorm. This was bound to work. If it didn't, they don't know what they'd do.

It was slightly cloudy outside, the white fluff covered the sun in the slimmest way. An old, worn down car sped down the dirt road, the tires spun against the rubble, causing dust to float and swirl through the already polluted air. The vehicle was discolored, looking as though it had been spray painted with blue, in order to cover the horrid Carmel color that bore scratches and dents. The windows were shattered, leaving absolutely no protection if something were to go wrong. Inside the automobile, sat Brenda and Jorge. The girl in the passengers seat had grown her hair out to her shoulders, a strand of hair was tucked behind her left ear, and she wore a Burgundy scarf around her nape. Just underneath her eyes, was a line of grey, that was painted on. It seemed to be a lighter shade, due to the fact that her skin was glistening with sweat. War paint.

In the drivers seat, was Jorge. He wore a nice, tan coat that had a large collar, which covered his neck. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocket watch, checking the time before pursing his lips and releasing a sigh.

"They're late."

Brenda glanced at him from the corner of her eye before she brought her wrist up to view, releasing a sniffle, and glimpsing at the watch that was clasped around her wrist, before bringing her gloved hand to rest upon the dashboard as she looked to her father figure, a smirk threatening to tug at her lips as she heard a loud horn in the distance. She reached down and gripped her shotgun, placing it in her lap as Jorge powered on the car. Jorge drove the car to the left and sped down the hill, completely disregarding the small plants and bushes that had grown over time. As they reached the bottom, they came into view of a large train, that was zooming down its tracks. Jorge drove right up on the side of it, making sure to keep up their speed as they soon reached the front of the train, causing the pilots to glance over in confusion.

A little way away, another car came speeding down the scorch. In the drivers seat, was Vincent, and in the passenger, was Thomas. The teen boy had a walkie talkie in his hand, and he began to shout into the device, "Brenda, were comin' up behind. Keep em' busy!" He demanded referring to the drivers of the train.

The said girl complied with no complaints, standing up in her seats and sticking her torso out of the sunroof so she could aim her shotgun at the front off the train. She pulled the trigger, the window of the train cracking as the bullet flew through the locomotive. The pilots' eyes widened as they docked down to dodge the bullet.

Thomas and Vincent followed behind the train, pebbles from the track flew up and hit the rim of the car as the tires swerved on either side of the tracks, "This is crazy, Thomas!" Vincent shouted, as he snuck a glance at the teen boy, who didn't bother to return it.

The pilots must have called in for back up, due to the fact that a large Berg was now following them, and bullets were flying towards the car, bouncing off of the dented vehicle. Thomas unbuckled his seatbelt, swinging himself around and climbing onto the hood of the vehicle. He held a large hook in his hand as he crouched, "Get me closer!"

Vincent complied, speeding up quick enough so that Thomas could connect the hook to the back of the train. Thomas held his breath before leaping onto the ladder that was on the caboose. He quickly pulled him self up before turning too Vincent, "Come on!" He waved the older man over, who without hesitation made his way out of the door, that had been ripped off already, and climbed onto the hood of the moving vehicle. Before Vincent could copy Thomas' actions and leap off of the car, the right tire popped, causing the car to tilt, sending Vincent to his stomach as his eyes widened.

"Vince!"

The hook was loosening.

"Jump!"

Vince complied, leaping forward and gripping onto the caboose of the train as he lifted his legs to refrain from having his feet drag across the rocks. Just as he managed to leave the car, the vehicle flipped over, causing the old thing to dent even more as it skidded across the rubble. Thomas helped Vincent pull himself up.

Vincent turned around, his eyes widening at the side of the Berg that was not that far away from their location, "Oh, God."

Thomas paid it no mind, breathing heavily as he spoke over the scene, "Lets go!"

"Hey! Berg," Vincent shouted once more, causing Thomas to stop in his movements as he finally spotted the large flying machine.

"Hey, Brenda," Thomas spoke into his walkie talkie, "You got company!"

"Go, go, go!" Brenda shouted hastily.

The berg began to fire at them, causing them to dodge the fire by messily swerving left and right.

There were bullet holes in the windshield as they managed to dodge the firing, Brenda brought her walkie talkie up to her mouth, her chapped lips smacking together as she spoke quickly, "Thomas, you're on your own. Don't die!"

"Good luck!" Thomas yelled into his speaker before tucking it into his back pocket, "We gotta' move, come on!" At that, both Vincent and Thomas began to climb the latter and pull themselves onto the roof of the train.

The two ran across the top of the train, their footsteps echoing inside of the carts. Inside of the compartments of the train, were kids. And in one of them, was Minho. Though, unfortunately, on the other side of the train, were WCKED soldiers, and they were running towards Thomas and Vincent.

The sun was beaming down on them, sweat soaked their clothes as they awaited the signal from the others. It was funny, they used to hide, run from the WCKED organization. And now? They were chasing after them. Doing anything in their power to get back what they lost. Ironic. Time went by fast, because not long after Thomas and Vince began to fight the soldiers, a loud whistle sounded through the air, causing everyone to strain their ears in order to hear.

Newt, who was crouched behind a rock, stood up, his face scrunched as he shielded his eyes from the sun. He narrowed his eyes and watched as Thomas waved him over. Next to him, stood Axel.

"Alright, C'mon guys. Let's go!" Newt turned around and yelled. About forty feet away, another large rock was visible. And behind the rock, was Sonya, Aris, and last but not least, Aife. She looked different, thats for sure. She had cut her hair, just underneath her shoulders. It wasn't even, some strands were longer than the others. Her hair was greasy, and it was in twists. Her mouth was pulled into a smirk as she glanced at her brother, who was following behind Newt. Aife looked like she had been dragged through hell and back. Her eye bags had returned, and the light glint in her eye, that was beginning to come back, hadn't returned ever since the incident. It was like a void.

Newt had finally made it to the train, placing his goggles over his head and reaching into his bag to continue the plan. Aife inhaled a shaky breath as she spotted Jorge and Brenda zoom over the hill, and swerve through the desert. They were headed straight toward her. She watched as Brenda leaned to the back seat and grabbed onto the door handle, slightly pushing the door open and allowing it to fly open. At that, Aife ran forward as the car sped closer, she had to time this perfectly. 

And she did. 

She pushed herself and managed to grip onto the car door, her feet  dragging and rubbing in the dirt behind her as she pulled herself into the car. She let out a grunt as she struggled to lift her feet from the dirt, seeing as it had nearly torn off her shoes. Once she had, she plopped herself in the back seat and slammed the car door, her chest heaving heavily. 

"Hey!" Jorge shouted, a wild grin on his face as he gripped the steering wheel. 

"Woooh!" Brenda yelled, glancing back at her sister figure with a grin on her face as she jerked in the passenger seat. 

"We got em'! We got em'!" Jorge turned the wheel as he shouted, referring to the WCKED soldiers in the large Berg that was about to close in on them. 

Finally, they had reached a dead end. All three of them were panting heavily as they sighed in defeat. 

"Step out of the vehicle with your hands up!" The soldier shouted over the speaker, causing Brenda to glance over at Jorge. The berg landed, and more soldiers began to flood out of the large helicopter, weapons in hand as they cautiously stepped up to the three beings who were slowly stepping out of the car, their hands in surrender. 

"Stop right there. Don't move!"

Jorge raised his eyebrows and glanced both ways, shrugging before the three took a single step back, their arms still high in the air. 

"I said freeze!" 

"Whatever you say, Hermano." Jorge countered. 

Aife' glanced up at the men, her head slightly tilted down as a smirk tugged at her lips. Once Brenda wiggled her fingers, the WCKED Soldiers had realized, they'd been lured into a booby trap. 

Three of the men had fell through a hole in the floor, and a couple feet away, was an abandoned car, and under the car, was Frypan. He had lifted the tarp that he had disguised himself with and cocked his gun into place as he ran up to a soldier who was preparing to shoot Jorge, "Y'all don't wanna do that now," He warned teasingly. 

Jorge, Brenda, and Aife had already pulled out weapons of their own. 

"Hey Fry'," Aife called out, her eyes not leaving the solider that stood still in front of her. 

"Good to see you guys," He spoke in return, "Go on, back up." He aimed with his shotgun to step back in a soft, teasing tone. 

Still in the large vehicle, was the captain, who was watching the scene in shock. Just as he was about to turn around and call for more help, he heard a pistol clock into place. 

It was Harriet. 

She held it up to his temple, and she wore a sweet grin on her face as she spoke smoothly, her voice was hoarse and she felt a bit of pride as she watched him freeze in fear, "Hi,"