I watched the clock until it struck exactly two forty-five. Peeking over the bottom of my bed, I made sure that Mercy, the most observant, was asleep. To my gratitude, she was peacefully snoring away. I felt no need to check Mila's bed, but did anyways. She, too, was peacefully snoring away.

Quietly, I moved my feathery pillow under the thick comforter on my bed. If anyone decided to peek in, they'd see nothing more than the figure of a sleeping criminal. Though, over the week and a half I've been here, the only ones who'd gone through that door at night were Mila and Mercy.

Gracefully gliding down the ladder, I tiptoed out the door and to the bathroom. A glance in the mirror showed me a girl with bags under her eyes, bed head, and dull tired eyes. Good, the less like myself I looked, the better. Grabbing a hair tie, I made a messy bun, I never wore buns. My hands gracefully danced over my forehead, neatly arranging a messy array of blonde hairs in front of my eyes.

Smiling, I nodded at the strange girl.

Running back into the girls room, I quickly grabbed Mercy's ID and headed out into the never ending halls of the Training Facility.

Heading down the halls that I was starting to remember, with the help of guiding plastic signs, I saw my opportunity. Two men were walking in the same steps, heading in my direction. Each of them had a sword strapped tightly to their waists. From the left one, I saw my goal. A single key hung on his waist, lightly tapping his formal black uniform pants.

Walking a bit faster, I tipped my head down. I much resembled Mila right now, watching her feet nervously, afraid to make eye contact. I leaned to the left, letting them believe that I was trying to avoid them. In the final moment before we passed each other, I ever so lightly tipped right, bumping into left mans shoulder and letting myself fall to the ground.

"Oh my god!" I yelled in a panic. "I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened! I thought-I thought I was passing you and then-"

The mans hand gently brushed his hand against the key that hung on his waist. Good soldier.

"Ma'am," he said in a matter of fact manner, stern eyes glanced at the ID that slightly resembled me and didn't read Shadow, "I'm sorry about that. Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes-yeas of course."

He held his hand out to me and I quickly took it, letting him pull my small body up. The man brushed his hand against his key again. Damn, this guy was thorough. I'd have to use a little of Shadow's charm.

I glanced up at him with half lidded bright blue eyes. "Thank you very much."

He stumbled, though he was very sure about covering it. What could've been a jaw drop and complete misstep, was a simple double blink. That was all I needed. In his moment of doubt, I waved goodbye, quickly walking off, letting my hand brush against the key, a flirt to him, a thievery to me. The key easily slipped off his waist and we went our separate ways.

Smiling deviously, I headed to the information rooms. All of my days observing rotation shifts had told me those guards had just come from that exact place.

When the guards were out of ear shot, I sped my pace, fast walking until I saw the steel door that held hundreds of years of information. Two guards, one guy and one girl stood in front of the door, standard edition Lament governmental strapped to their waists.

I debated my chances of flirting my way through the door. They were a bit slimmer than I'd hoped because of the girl, so I gave up on that idea.

"Plan B it is," I whispered under my breath.

I turned around, heading into an empty hall. No doors, no windows, no people. This was the perfect place. Taking in a deep breath, I screamed at the top of my lungs. And then I ran.

When I'd found a hall, a further off way to the information center, I kept running. I didn't stop until I reached the steel door. Taking out the key, I unlocked it and headed in. I closed the door behind me and was welcomed by immediate darkness. I let my eyes adjust before taking a step further inside. If my plan was gioing to go as it should, there should be a light in here. Finding a switch, I quickly flipped it, taking another precious minute to adjust to the sudden, bright light. They wouldn't risk lighting candles in a room of paper.

Files ran for what looked like at least a mile. Every criminal activity, law, and event that occurred since the founding of the city of Lament, all in chronological order at that, what luck.

"Twenty-one twenty-eight," I whispered looking at files and heading down. "Twenty-one twenty-eight."

I took a few more steps before reaching a section that read;

'2128'

"Found you."

My fingers danced lightly over paper after paper until I reached a section that read April. Quickly finding the fourth, I was surprised at what I'd found. Only one file was in this section which was amazing compared to the others which had ten to twenty.

Pulling out the file, my heart skipped a beat. Here it was, information about that day. My hands shook as I gently peeled the folder open and read;

'Murder Of Koinzel Family'

I read the words again in my mind. Did I really want to read this. If I did, I'd have to relive my best friends death again. Did I really want that? Who am I kidding, of course I did. The more I knew the closer I was to getting my revenge.

'Credit given to the underground organization known as the Seventh Sword.'

Seventh Sword. I repeated the words in my head. When I pulled nothing, I tried Seventh Sword, government based organization. Government Organization.

Oh shit. My mind raced back to the history classes I took when I was young. You know, those classes they make you take when you're really young and you keep yelling at you teacher and all your parents that there's no point in taking them? Yeah, I remembered something from that class.

Anyways, I remembered something about when the city was founded. Six founders, whose names I don't remember nor care about, formed this shitty ass city, way back when there was electricity and all that good stuff. They called it a city where everyone would be free. How great that turned out.

Again, back to what I was thinking, they called themselves the Six Swords. Each sword stood for a specific standard that I really don't care about. All this goody goody stuff and all. My hunch was right, they really were a government based organization.

With a name like the Seventh Sword, how is that no one's managed to connect the dot. I mean, anyone with a high enough security level would've been able to...

Oh god, oh god, oh fuck hell! My mind raced with a single name. A radical they called him, just like the Koinzels. He was a idealist with a high place given to him by blood. It was his birthright. He was new and upcoming, and wasn't afraid to tell people what he thought about the government and what they did. His name was William Sevane.

He died in twenty-one twenty-four, exactly four years before the Koinzel incident. It was a murder. All credit was given to a radical group from outside the city. That's what they told the public at least.

Tucking the files I was already holding into my shirt, I tucked my thick long sleeve shirt over it.

"Twenty-one twenty-four," I whispered as my hands raced over the files. My hand stopeed at a paper that read;

'2124'

My hand raced through the papers, my mind to restless to remember any exact dates. Not that I would even if I was calm. Dates just weren't something I normally remembered.

While I flipped through the papers, I caught sight of the name William Sevane. I pulled out the file and read.

'October 24,' I'd remember that date. 'William Sevane confirmed dead in his sleep. All credit given too Seventh Sword.'

Sure enough, besides the words Seventh Sword, red and blue crossing swords were drawn.

This wasn't just a single incident government based organization I was dealing with. This was the government.

My mind raced as I quickly yet neatly placed the file back where it belonged and sprinted further back into the room. Further back in time. I thought of all the radicals I could that were murdered or had died of a mysterious accident.

Sure enough, everyone of them shut down. Credit given to the Seventh Sword. I wanted so badly to take parts of each pf each of them, the parts that could ruin the government. But I couldn't ruin the government if I was dead. The only file I kept, that I couldn't make myself let go of, was the oneabout the Koinzel family. That one was mine.

I tucked it deeper into the waistline of my fleece pants, the only way I could hold onto it without getting caught, at the moment.

While slouching my back I messed up my hair and headed for the door. Turing off the light, I opened the door. As soon as I reached the bright lights of the outside halls, my throat was met with the cold metal of a sword.

"Name," a stern female voice said.

"Ki-Kindle of Squadron Three."

"What reason do you have to be here?"

"I-see, I was dared to sneak in so...so I-"

"Squadron three you said?"

I nodded meekly, hiding a smile under a layer of blond bangs. I didn't like her anyways. Judgmental bitch.

"I'll have to ask you for some identification."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, a shaking hand reaching for the ID I wore. Yeah right, I wasn't about to give my slightly less bitchy subordinate out. As my hand was about to unclip the ID, I lashed out. My left hand brushed the untrained sword away, quickly landing a thumb in the girls throat. She quickly fell to the ground, unconscious.

The second guard, a man, was unsheathing his sword. I lunged for him and, in the same fluid motion, landed a fist in his stomach. In a final moment of bitch rage release, I lifted my knee and hit him where the sun don't shine. He fell with a horrible gasp. By the time his sword hit the ground, I was already ten feet away, heading in the direction of the Squadron Three room that Id scouted in some of my free time.

When I reached an empty hall, I turned back and headed in another direction, one without any regularly posted guards, towards the Squadron Five room. I dodged guards while in the shadows, my beautiful perfect shadows. They were rather easy to avoid, at that. Especially since they didn't change posts for another ten minutes. Of course, as usual, my timing was perfect.

I reached our room by what should've been four, tossed the ponytail into the bathroom, back under the sink. I gently placed Mercy's ID in her messy piles of clothes, and fell back onto my bed. My hands gingerly grabbed a hold of the files that hid under my shirt. I hid that precious file under the cover thing on my mattress.

Checking the clock, I read five after four. All this was done before early bird Theo came to wake us up at five.

I reminded myself to give him a hard time when he did wake me up. I hated mornings.

-Authors Notes-

I want to take the time to thank for all her help on this chapter. If it wasn't for you id probably been up forever trying to think of a name. Thanks a lot.

To the rest of you all, thanks for reading. Please like and comment, I love hearing what you all have to say. Anyways, thanks again and I hope you'll continue reading in the future.