It was only then that I noticed the droning noise that was getting considerably louder. It was a sound I vaguely recognised as a helicopter. As it flew overhead and started to land on the roof, I noticed a symbol on the metal. When Rider noticed it, he jumped up and sprinted past Dusty into the building.
Ashanti sensed his urgency, just as I did, and we both ran after him. Dusty glared at me when she thought I wasn’t looking and when I turned to her, she looked away. I could hear the spinning blades of the helicopter slowing down as it landed. I heard Rider running faster up the stairs ahead. Then I heard him stop.
Reaching the top of the stairs with Ashanti, I stopped at the sight of a stranger. His black suit marked him as a Government man. His dark green eyes snapped to me before he replied to whatever it was that Rider had said.
“Do you have a death wish?” the man asked.
“Do you?” Rider said through clenched teeth, squaring up to him.
“I’m not here to deal with you – I wasn’t even told you’d be here – I’m here to take care of the mutants.” He turned to me. “I assume this is Dusty.”
“I’m Dusty, thank you very much,” she said, coming up behind me with her arms crossed.
“My apologies. You must be Fallon then.”
I didn’t respond.
“Where are the others?” the man asked.
“Who are you and what do you want?” I demanded.
“I’m now the facility manager, after the... unfortunate death of Agent Landy. My name’s White. Now, where are the others?” he asked again.
“This way,” Dusty said warily, leading him away.
I followed them; walking next to Rider, who seemed extremely nervous – a characteristic I never thought I’d see in him.
“You know him?” I whispered so only Rider could hear, though Dusty probably could.
“He locked me in a high security prison in the middle of the Atlantic for ten years. You could say I know him, yes.”
“Don’t want you hurting anyone, now, do we?” asked White, purposely trying to make Rider angry.
“At what point was I a threat to anybody but my brother?”
“That was the point,” White said, not elaborating any more than that.
When we reached the room where Ben and Liam were, I carried on walking.
“And where do you think you’re going?” White asked me.
“To bed,” I said, not stopping.
“I don’t think so-” he started.
That was when I span around and punched him. Blood spurted from his broken nose, onto his spotless white shirt – now not so spotless.
“Goodnight,” I said sweetly before turning around again and walking to my room. I walked up the metal staircase.
I could tell the others were in shock downstairs. I imagined they’d pictured me as the sweet, innocent little girl who never got into fights. Well, safe to say, they were wrong.