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I’m going to go ahead and bring in Crecia and Jackson. Haven’t found out how to bring in Cade yet. I need something different. I don’t know. I’d like to bring him in with someone else’s character. . . if any of you can think of anything.

Crecia fingered the note in her pocket as she hurried down a side street in the rundown city of Otopia. Her eyebrows knit in thought. The man who had given it to her had told her it was extremely important and to take it straight to Beta 2.9 at the meeting tonight. That had been a change of plans, she had been going to see if she could find work to try to earn a little money, but everything was set aside for the cause of the rebellion.

She turned into another small street and climbed over the pile of rubble, all that was left of what had once been a beautiful building. But she hardly seemed to notice. She climbed over this rubble pile every day. There were some parts of the city where there were hardly any buildings left standing.
She had been a messenger for the rebels since she had discovered the group. It seemed like a golden opportunity to overthrow a weak, crumbling government that had dragged this city into the ground for so long.

But people were still starving! The city was still in ruins! When were the rebels going to make their big move? When would they strike? How long would this suffering last? Sometimes she wondered if she would have been better off fighting this on her own.

Suddenly, pounding footsteps sounded behind her, jerking her from her thoughts. She gritted her teeth, quickening her pace as she swerved sharply into a tiny back alley. Not them again!! They still followed. Squaring her shoulders she halted and turned around to face them. She slid her hands from her pockets and clenched them at her sides. The group of older teenagers stopped in front of her.

“What do you want?” she challenged.

The oldest youth stepped forwards, “You know what we want. Give us the money,”

She snorted in disgust, “I don’t have any money, and even if I did I wouldn’t give it to you!!”

“Come on girl we know you have it!! We saw the man hand it to you!! Now hand it over and don’t tell

any more lies or we’ll make it worse for you!” he took a menacing step forwards.

Terror flashed across Crecia’s face. They had seen the man hand her the message. If they got their hands on it- they could easily take it to the government and get a reward for information about the rebel group and then-

She gritted her teeth in anger, “Go away!! I don’t have any money!”

“Yeah right!! Get her boys!!” the group rushed at her on their leader’s command.

For a few moment, she struggled, then she knew nothing.
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At first when she spoke, she didn’t remember where she was. Pain tingled through her. Her head spun dizzily.

“Hey girl,” a male voice spoke in the darkness and a hand shook her shoulder, not roughly, but not too gently either.

She gasped in pain, “Go away!!” she opened her eyes and swung her fist at the face leaning over her. But her hand was caught by a strong hand.

“Hey cool it.” the calm, collected tone irritated her, “Just figured I’d see if you were okay. It’s not every day you find girls knocked out in the alley way,” he let go of her hand.

“Cool it? What does that even mean?” she thought, while aloud she snorted, “I suppose not. But as you can see I’m fine, now would you mind your own business, go away and leave me alone!” she rolled to her knees.

“Woah, hold up,” he grasped her shoulder, “Your head’s bleeding,”

She tried to push him away, but a sudden dizziness clouded her brain and she instead pressed both hands to her head. “Would you just—go!”

She mumbled in frustration, not wanting to admit that she needed help, “Who are you anyway,”

“My name’s Jackson. Here, hold this on your head,” he handed her a piece of cloth, “Can’t say it’s the cleanest but it’s all I got,”

“Thanks,” she replied sullenly. Glancing down at the cloth as she took it, her eyes widened. There it was, the flying sparrow. It all came rushing back.

The message!! Where was it? She dropped the cloth and dug her hands into her pockets. Empty. The message was gone.

@naiya-dyani maybe these two can run into Kiet at the meeting.

@youandeveryoneelse tell me if it’s awful!!