The Forgotten Zodiac

((Thirteeeeeen! :D))

Laurie was hurriedly changing on the other side of the van while Rynyn changed in the back. "Uhm, no, not really." He muttered. "I've nev-" 
"I can." Laurie said, coming back to the other end of the van, dressed in the slightly bloody uniform. "I can drive us, I'll just need you to tell me where to go." She leaned against the side of the van while Rynyn finished getting dressed. "I'm still not entirely sure what our plan is. From what I heard you guys talking about, it doesn't seem like we have a straight course of action once we get inside."

((xD You catch on quick.))

"Just follow this road, from what I can see, it leads straight to Wyrmhurst." Subject said, pulling his C4 and two pistols out of his bag and hiding the guns amongst his baggy clothing. "It's simple. We go in, you lot act like you're just signing me in. Laurie, you should veer off and hide this near the exit. We'll blow it as soon as we're ready to go, and head back to wherever we leave the car." He grabbed the handcuffs that were attached to his seat, setting it against his wrist and pausing. If this failed, they would all be imprisoned...if they caused enough damage, they'd be bundled up and carried off to the different place.

Subject swallowed hard and stopped thinking again, knowing that it was dangerous to think too much. He clicked the cuff into place, tightening it securely.

((When thirteen is involved, most definitely.))

Laurie nodded and got into the drivers seat, then listened to the rest of Subject's plan. She started the engine again and they were soon speeding down the road towards Wyrmhurst. Rynyn sat in the back next to Subject, frowning. What if they were too last and Myst was already dead or taken to this Different Place? (Whose name escapes me) He sighed as they neared Wyrmhurst. If she was gone, what did it matter if they got caught? He'd just give up at that point.

((Haha. Tolos.

Also, I was thinking that they would find the report that Myst had indeed been taken to the different place. Then something else would happen and they'd get caught and dragged off to said different place, too. o3o))

Subject assumed his role quickly, looking as pitiful and as defeated as possible. At one point, he decided to whack his forehead against the wall of the van (and with excessive force), which created a cut on his head that trickled blood slightly. "Laurie, if anyone asks, I got blood on your uniform, okay?" He said, rubbing the injury to smear the crimson liquid slightly. "It's more believable than ketchup."

((I was just thinking the same thing!))

Rynyn frowned and looked up, his thoughts shattered by the sudden slam of Subject's head to the side of the van. 

Laurie glanced back at Subject, frowning slightly, but she nodded. "Okay. Good thinking." She said, turning her attention back to the road.

"No. Thinking is bad," Subject shook his head sadly. "I've done too much of it lately...I need to stop." He sighed, relaxing and going back to looking like a ruined wreck. Which was a good idea; bringing in a perfectly happy prisoner...who on earth would believe that?

They drove closer to Wyrmhurst, it was obvious that they didn't concern themselves with safety here. There was one razor-wire topped gate, which was opened for them without any identification requested. The doors were opened and a gun was trained on Subject at once, Rynyn being practically ignored.

"What's this one's name?" The guard with the gun frowned.

Laurie was silent until she stopped the van inside the gates. 
"8-5-0." Rynyn answered, looking at the guard. "See his suit there?" Rynyn said with a snarky tone. 

"Tch, you didn't question him?" The guard made a face at Rynyn. "You! Name, now!" He barked at Subject, smashing the butt of his gun into Subject's knee.

Subject let out a cry of pain, and would have fallen on the floor if it weren't for the handcuff keeping him on the chair. "H-Harold!" He spat out, clutching his knee, tears welling up in his eyes. "Harold Shnev, d-don't do that again..." He whimpered a bit.

The guard just made another face, but backed away so Rynyn and 'Harold' could leave the truck. "Get him signed in and into a cell. I'm sure you know how to do that, or do you need me to hold your hand for that, too?"

Laurie winced from her spot in the driver's seat at hearing Subject's pain. She sighed and kept her hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly for no real reason.

Rynyn rolled his eyes as the guard ordered him around. Instead of using hasty language and probably getting himself in trouble, Rynyn took Subject to get signed in and ultimately find out about Myst's whereabouts.

Subject was limping badly now, but he motioned which building was the sign-in one; he covered it up with a cough, following Rynyn with his head hung in misery. The sign-in building was a small shack of some kind with nothing but a book set on a desk in the middle. As soon as the door was shut, Subject grabbed the book and handed it to Rynyn. It was the account of everyone who had ever been there; if Myst was here, or had been here, they would have her name. If she had been take elsewhere, they would still have her name, along with her current location. That was how they kept track of everyone, of course.

"Hurry," Subject said, peering out the small window to the outside. If they weren't quick about it, something would definitely seem off.

Rynyn scowled and went where Subject pointed him. He was nervous and scared, so he hid it the best way he knew how. Once they were inside the building and seemingly alone, he sighed and relaxed a bit, taking the book from Subject. "Yeah, yeah, I know... Are you okay?" He asked about "Harold's" knee while flipping through the book, looking for his sister.

"I think so...it's probably just bruised, but it hurts..." Subject shook his head. "Did you find anything yet?"

Of course, the book was in alphabetical order, so finding Myst was easy enough. Right next to her name, in bold red letters were three words. Three words that would change their direction, their focus, and probably their entire lives. As if that wasn't changed enough.

'Deported to: Tolos'.

Rynyn nodded as he rifled through the pages until his eyes caught the letter M. He then scanned quickly through  the names until he saw his sister's. He stared blankly for a moment, then swallowed and turned to Subject. "Where is 'Tolos' at?" He asked, frowning at the thought of having to break into another prison.

Subject seemed to freeze. All the color drained from his face, and a tremor took over his hands. He turned to look at Rynyn, eyes wide. "The...Tolos...different place..." He stammered, apparently all he could get around his trembling lips. "I...I don't want to go there..."

Rynyn frowned, and his eyes widened a little. "Y-You mean, they... sent Myst..."  He stood still, thinking for a moment, then growled and threw the book to the floor in rage. Instantly he froze and picked up the book again, realizing that may have blown their cover entirely.

Subject bit his lip, then realized something. The entire time they had been in here, a small survelliance camera had been watching them from the ceiling. Of course! How could he have been so stupid as to forget the cameras? Subject nearly cried out in dismay as he heard laughing ringing in the back of his mind. What else had she made him forget? He quickly checked his pockets.

The detonator. He had left the detonator in his bag, in the car. "O-oh no..." He swallowed dryly, looking out the window again.

They were surrounded.

The door opened a moment later. In stepped a man with sleek brown hair, muddy brown eyes and a disgusted look on his face. "'Harold Shnev', huh?" He sneered. "Well, Subject 4-3-6, I'm afraid to say that your time in the outside world has expired. You will be taken back to Tolos, and your little friends will follow. You think we didn't know it was you the moment you walked in here? Don't be stupid. I've read your reports, no one can catch you. Well...no one besides me, apparently." He laughed a bit, looking up at Rynyn. "And what about you? Don't you even know what you were following?"

Rynyn didn't notice Subject as he realized their predicament. He only noticed once the door was opened and the man walked in. He just scowled not really caring about what the man had to say until he said that his friends would follow him to Tolos. He couldn't help but smirk a little at that. At least he might see his sister again. He sighed and looked up suddenly when the man talked to him. "Huh? I'm sorry, did you say something?" He said, with an irritated sarcastic tone.

"So what, you're deaf and stupid now?" The man snorted a bit at this. He pointed a gun at Subject's head and motioned to the others. One of them stepped in holding a straightjacket. Subject was forced into it, despite his screams of panic and terror. They ripped his guns away from him, too. "Get them into that van, and give it a new driver." The man ordered, turning away.

"Turn around, hands behind your head!" One of the guards snapped, pointing a gun at Rynyn.

Back at the car, Laurie was facing a different guard. "Step out of the car and provide me with proper identification!" He barked, holding yet another gun.

Rynyn didn't say anything else, but he followed his instructions without question or hesitation. He himself was thinking too hard for it to be a bother.

Laurie sighed and also did as she was told. "I can't. I don't have any." She said, holding her hands up as she got out of the driver's seat. She bit her lip, legitimately terrified now, knowing that Subject wasn't around to send a bullet through the guard's head. 

Subject screeched as he was dragged ahead, thrown into the back of the truck that Laurie was standing outside of. He was cuffed and secured into place before Rynyn was pulled outside and dragged to the same van.

"In," The guard with the gun ordered at both Laurie and Rynyn. A different guard went to the back of the van and snapped at Subject to shut up. He did, though a few whimpers escaped him.