Pittacus Lore: The Fall of Five

So many decisions to make, not to mention the training we should be doing. Yet I’ve been dragging my feet these last few days, too stuck on our near defeat in New Mexico to focus on making a plan. Maybe it’s the comfort of Nine’s penthouse after a near-death experience, not to mention years on the run for all of us, but it seems like the entire group needs a breather. If any of them have been beating themselves up over not having a proper plan, they haven’t shown it.

Oh, and there’s something else distracting me too. I guess it’s sort of like Marina wanting to try out all the appliances in Nine’s fancy kitchen; I want to spend some time just being with Sarah. I wonder what Henri would think of that. He’d be disappointed in my lack of focus, I know that, but I can’t help myself.

As if on cue, Sarah wraps her arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling her face into the back of my neck. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even hear her pad into the kitchen.

“Good morning, handsome,” Sarah says. I turn around and give her a slow, sweet kiss.

Stressed out as I’ve been, I’m sort of getting used to mornings like this. Mornings where I get to wake up and kiss Sarah, then have a normal day with her, and go to bed knowing she’ll be there when I wake up.

Sarah puts her face close to mine, whispering. “You were up early again.”

I grimace; I thought I’d been quiet sneaking out of bed in the morning to go think things through on the roof.

“Is everything all right?” Sarah asks.

“Yeah, of course,” I say, trying to distract her with another kiss. “You’re here. How could it not be?”

Marina clears her throat, probably worried we’re going to start making out right in the kitchen. Sarah winks at me and turns away, plucking Marina’s floating whisk out of the air and taking over on the eggs.

“Oh,” Sarah says, looking back at me. “Nine’s looking for you.”

“Great,” I reply. “What’s he want?”

Sarah shrugs. “I didn’t ask. Maybe he wants to share some fashion tips.” She touches a finger to her lips thoughtfully, studying me. “Actually, that probably wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What do you mean?”

Sarah winks at me. “He lost his shirt. Again.”

I groan, heading out of the kitchen to go find Nine. I realize the penthouse is his home and he has a right to make himself comfortable, but he’s been strutting around shirtless almost every opportunity he gets. I’m not sure if he expects the girls to suddenly start fawning over him, or if he’s just doing the whole gun-show thing to annoy me. Probably both.

I find Six sitting in the penthouse’s spacious living room. Her legs are tucked underneath her on a plush white couch, a cup of coffee cradled in her hands. We haven’t talked much since coming back from New Mexico. I’m still not totally comfortable being around her and Sarah at the same time. I think Six might feel the same, because I definitely get the sense that she’s avoiding me. Six looks up when I enter, her eyes half opened and drowsy. She looks as tired as I feel.

“Hey,” I say. “How was she last night?”

Six shakes her head. “She was up all night. She’s just now getting some good rest.”

Add Ella’s nightmares to the list of problems we need to deal with. They’ve been a nightly thing ever since we left New Mexico, so bad that Six and Marina have been alternating sleeping in her room, trying to make sure she doesn’t get too freaked out.

I lower my voice. “Does she tell you what she sees?”

“Bits and pieces,” Six says. “She hasn’t been real talkative, you know?”

“Before New Mexico, Nine and I had visions that seemed a lot like nightmares,” I say, trying to think this through.

“Eight mentioned something similar.”

“At first we thought they were Setrákus Ra taunting us somehow, but they also seemed like some kind of warning. At least, that’s how I thought of them. Maybe we should try figuring out what Ella’s mean.”

“Sure, I guess they could be some coded message,” Six says dryly, “but have you considered there’s a simpler explanation?”

“Like what?”

Six rolls her eyes. “Like she’s a kid, John. Her Cêpan just died, she was almost killed herself just a couple days ago, and who knows what’s in store for her next? Hell, I’m surprised we don’t all have nightmares every freaking night.”

“There’s a comforting thought.”

“These aren’t real comforting times.”

Before I can reply, Eight appears on the couch next to Six. She jumps, nearly spilling her coffee and immediately fixes Eight with a steely glare. Eight puts his hands up defensively.

“Whoa, sorry,” he says. “Don’t kill me.”

“You have got to stop doing that,” Six replies, setting down her coffee.

Eight is dressed in workout clothes, his curly hair shoved underneath a fuzzy sweatband. He nods to me, then aims his most disarming smile at Six.

“Come on,” Eight says, “you can take it out on me in the Lecture Hall.”

Six stands up, pleased by the idea. “I’m going to pummel you.”

“What’re you guys working on?” I ask.

“Hand to hand,” answers Eight. “I figured since Six pretty much murdered me back in New Mexico—”

“For the last time, that was not me,” Six interrupts, annoyed.

“—the least she could do is show me some new moves so I can defend myself the next time she attacks.”

Six tries to punch Eight in the arm, but he quickly teleports behind the couch.

“See?” Eight grins. “I’m already too quick for you!”

Six bounds over the couch after him and Eight sprints off towards the Lecture Hall. Before giving chase, Six looks back at me.

“Maybe you should try talking to Ella,” Six says.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “Maybe you can decide if her visions mean something or if she’s just traumatized.”

As soon as Six leaves the room, there’s a heavy thud on the floor behind me. I turn around to find Nine grinning at me, shirtless just like Sarah said he’d be, gripping a sketchpad in his meaty hands. I glance up at the ceiling.

“How long were you standing up there?”

Nine shrugs. “I do my best thinking upside down, dude.”

“I didn’t realize you did any thinking.”

“Okay, fair point, you usually do enough thinking for all of us.” He thrusts the sketchpad at me. “But check this out.”

I take the sketchpad and start thumbing through the pages. They’re covered with floor plans drawn in Nine’s precise hand. It’s like the architecture of some military base, yet it looks strangely familiar.

“Is this—?”

“West Virginia,” Nine declares, proudly. “Every detail I could remember. This should come in handy when we make our assault on the place. I’m sure it’s where that fat jerk- off Setrákus is hiding out.”

I sit down on the couch, tossing the sketchpad on the cushion next to me. “When I wanted to attack the cave, you were totally against it.”

“That was after you’d run into a force field like a dummy,” he replies. “I said we needed numbers. We’ve got numbers.”

“Speaking of which, did you check the tablet this morning?”

Nine nods. “Five’s staying put for now.” We’ve been keeping an eye on our locater tablet since returning to Chicago. Five—the one Garde we haven’t made contact with— has been on an island off the coast of Florida for the last few days. Before we left for New Mexico, he was in Jamaica. His moving around is standard Loric on-the-run protocol. Finding him, even with the tablet to point us in the right direction, might not be easy.

“Now that we’ve had a chance to rest up, I think we should make it a priority. The more of us the better, right?”