I dedicate this chapter to MitoGirl because. :3 :D

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It's a small room, yet much more than that. There's security of every living place in school on a laptop. Not one corner of school property is left out.
There's cut-outs articles from random sources everywhere. About people in town, about countries, national problems, world problems.
"What does this all mean?" Sarah wonders in awe.
"I dunno," Elizabeth replies, also in awe.
I look at a drawer labeled "PLANS DO NOT ENTER EVER!" "Guys, let's look in this drawer labeled 'PLANS DO NOT ENTER EVER!' It might say something!"
"Good idea, but something might happen to us," Chelsea says, clearly paranoid.
"Relax. Why would they put something in it to get us if this is in a secret cave?" Elizabeth reasons.
"I gotta say, she makes a point," I agree.
"So do I," Sarah agrees, too.
"Well, alright." She still doesn't seem comfortable with it, though.
I open the drawer. Nothing happens to us, thank God.
"See, Chelsea? Nothing happened. Or at least not yet....," Elizabeth teases her.
She gives her a vicious death stare. It's always creepy and evil and it does the job for her. I can't help but laugh at Elizabeth's reaction. She looks at me and I bite the inside of my mouth. I stop a few seconds later.
"But what about the drawer?" Sarah wants to get back on track. She works well, as the only person I know who can work beside a power plant with dogs barking at her. Not being distracted once. She's crazy, in a good way. "I, mean, but we came here to find out what they're doing and this is our chance, probably our only one. They heard us before so they know people may know and they don't even know if there's more."
"Elizabeth, you do the honors. You grab the files because we weren't the ones who wanted to go in there so badly in the first place," Chelsea smirks at her.
"Okay, it's not that big a deal," Elizabeth says matter-of-factly.
"It will when you are in trouble," Chelsea smirks larger. Elizabeth doesn't.
She opens the drawer, and we begin to search through their personal plan, and it's bad.