*Chapter 27*

We were discussing our final move with our gathered informations we had so far and were having a real headache from all the thinking. To get it straight, our goal is to disable the bomb or, in the best case, to make sure that it couldn't get as far as it was now. And that is by getting that capsule they were talking about which was probably the most difficult part in our case. The GRS capsule was the energie source of the bomb so by detaching it, the bomb would turn useless.

The map was spread out on the table while I was sitting on the floor, looking at it closely.

"Well judged by this map, I assume that they'd hid the bomb right there," I chewed on the wine gummie and pointed at the map.

"Huh why there? Right here would be the most practical. Seeing as there is no way anyone would be able to approach it without getting caught," Pixie said as Memphis agreed.

"Sure but, I still think it's there," I insisted. I was hundred per cent sure that they wouldn't hide it anywhere else. "Look, this building is their headquarter. What if the bomb accidently explodes and destroys everything within a radius of 500 feet? It would be a major loss for them."

"And? They would know what their doing, wouldn't they?" Collin crosses his arm.

"I suppose, that's why I think the bomb is there. Because in the worst case the explosion wouldn't take too much affect on the building. If I understood the diary correctly then I'd say all of this set up is a game of time. It's not about who has the better weapon, it's more like who is going to use the weapon first?"

"So you are saying, there is no assurance that the bomb will actually work?" Jane wondered.

"Nah, it probably does. Though the affect and the impact are unknown or not exactly at least," I licked my lips at the sweet taste on my lips.

"I don't get it, how would you know that?" Zaron frowned.

"Oh, it's because I've seen the blueprint of the bomb." I shrugged like it wasn't important. But that wasn't the case.

"You what?! The hell and you're coming with it now?" They agitated all of the sudden which I didn't think they would.

"Well, when we broke in that house last time I did find a few things and there was also that plan I took along which happened to be that bomb. Well I think it was," I explained.

"And where is it now?" Pixie looked like he was ready to strangle me if I didn't give him the answer immediately. But I was afraid he would't like the truth.

"Uh, yeah I may or may not have thrown it away," I hesitated.

"YOU threw it AWAY?" They screamed, scaring me at the same time.

"I didn't think it was important, I'm mean no one asked for it. So I thought-,"

"So you thought, you might as well just get rid of it," Zaron finished my sentence and groaned. "Damn. That's fucked up." A small sigh escaped his lips. "Fine, whatever. A good plan is more important now. What did you think of?" He thankfully changed the subject.

"So my main thought was to get there, fully disabling the bomb and leaving," I went on explaining everything I had in mind for us to get in and do what was planned without problems. "The problem though is the leaving part. There is a little gap right there and there where we'll need just a little time to escape, maybe some kind of red herring."

"What if I aimed for the guards to distract them for a second. That would be enough wouldn't it?" Jane proposed.

"Not good. One could easily locate you from the direction of your shots," Zaron shook his head.

And that is how we finally decided on a final plan that was good enough for us to let this topic go for now. I mean the real deal was not before a week so until there was still time to gather our strength.

"You have more of these?" I pointed at the mixed candy bag that Collin gave me. He nodded with a smirk and threw me another smaller one which I didn't hesitate to open and eat.

"You'll get diabetes," Pixie mumbled and continued typing something on his laptop.

"Shut up, grasshopper! Obviously, I won't," I shook my head and tilted a handful of it in my mouth, gulping it down. "As you can see I'm all fine and all well, standing on my two feet, way better off than you are." I crunshed the plastic bag together and went to throw it away and get something to drink before returning.

"You know we've been working together for a while now, if I could call it like that, so don't you think that it would be time for you to finally introduce yourself to us. I mean, we're not going to come after you and kill you, or something," Memphis crossed his arms.

"Uhm," I put the water bottle down as soon as I took a sip from it and sat next Zaron. "Yeah, I suppose you are right somehow." Zaron smirked at me and ruffled my hair. "But for now, I think it'll be enough if you guys could just call me Quentin," I smiled.

"That's your name?" Jane gasped, but more of a disappointed gasp. "And I thought it would be something spectacular," she sighed as everyone agreed.

"Well sorry for failing your expectations," I giggled and shrugged.

"It was time though. It was so annoying to not call him in front of you since he never allowed me to," Zaron shrugged when from one second to another I started feeling a little bit unwell.

"So what was all that mysterious act for? I mean you've never told us who you were, then all of the sudden you were able to fight and now you want to tell us you are not a boy but a girl," Pixie exaggerated.

"What if I was?" I cocked my brow.

"You're not trans, now are you?" He widened his eyes. I giggled and shook my head. In that moment a nauseous feeling pressured my stomach, forcing me to sat up in reflex.

"Is everything all right?" Zaron worried.

"I think," I slowly stood up. "I don't know. I'll be right back," were my last words before leaving for to the bathroom.

Once I locked the door behind me I immediately took a look in the mirror, noticing my pale complexion. My stomach ache only got worse when I suddenly had the urge to throw up which also happened only a few seconds later.

I was hanging over the toilet, clutching my belly in pain when it felt like vomiting the entire contents of my stomach as it actually happened. "Oh shit," I groaned and wiped my mouth clean, flushing the toilet. "What the fuck is going on now?" I frowned at the pain getting worse.

I tried pushing it away while washing out my mouth and quickly brushing my teeth to get rid of any traces. I leaned against the wall, looking up at the ceiling in exhaust. My heart was beating rapidly as well as my breathing was unsteady and I slightly felt dizzy which was giving me a headache.

Something was definitely off. Especially when heat spread through my cheeks and my lips. It felt like it was getting warmer second by second. My throat left an itchy feeling when in the next second someone knocked on the door, surprising me with it. "Quentin?" It was Zaron. "Are you okay?"

I went to open up once I heard the worried voice. Though just as I saw Zaron's face, the world started turning for what felt like a brief second in which I could quickly get a grip on his shoulder too keep me from falling to the ground.

Zaron's arms immediately went around my torso, securing me with it as he had a shocked expression on his face. "I feel like throwing up again," I mumbled.

"What the hell?!" He slightly panicked when he roughly checked my temperature, laying his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up. What is wrong, what happened?"

"Dunno, tell me," I shrugged when I tried to let go of him but utterly failed once my headache got worse. "My head," I groaned.

"C'mon, lay down first," he helped me get to his bed and grabbed my wrist to check my pulse that was still beating up and down. "But you were just fine before."

"My throat hurts," I croaked and panted from the lack of air. Zaron seemed overwhelmed with the situation, not knowing what to do.

"Okay just come down, breath. I'll get you something to drink," he wanted to get off and leave but my hand was quick enough to hold him back.

"C-call Jin," I said and thrusted my phone in his hand. He looked at it for a few seconds until he did what I told him to do.

"He's so going to hate me even more for this," he mumbled and sat down next to me. That wasn't true, which I would have told him if my voice had still cooperated with me. Jin doesn't hate him. He just acted that way because he cared about me. Well that was what I tried to believe at least.

My hand that had been gripping his hand slowly lost its strength that it only hung loosely around his fingers. And almost parallel to that, my vision faded before my eyes fell shot.

"Hang in there, just for a bit," he whispered and gently caressed my hand with his thumb.

The conversation between him and my brother didn't really get through me. It was similar to the feeling, being under water while they were talking from above. That's why I never knew why their conversation cut off in the middle all of the sudden.

As the time went on, my breathing finally evened out but instead my headache got worse as much as my stomach. And my throat felt so sore that even trying to drink some water was just sickening that I coughed everything out.

And then, the bell rang.

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