Over the course of a week, I had been meeting up with Tai and the increasingly growing number of people joining his cause, aka his rebellion. He was adamant about not giving it a label but he had no say in the matter, even the media had started noticing some of the increasing activity around the city. Although some of it was fed to them on purpose — like how the chief of the police lets his buddy Mr Swan interrogate whoever he wanted.

Tai wanted to accomplish three things. First, complete the original sequence; Second, build distrust of the Consortium; and third, destroy his fathers legacy.

Things were about to heat up. We were still under the radar but had started to paint targets on our backs. I tried working on Jake with no luck, though were were at least on talking terms again.

“You know, if you don’t come with me.. you’ll probably get kidnapped again right,” I announced, breaking the silence while we ate breakfast together.

“I’ll be ready next time,” a confidently spoken Jake announced.

It went silent again, the only sound being the crunching of cereal until a loud thud thud thud. We both turned to face our apartment door.

“That someone knocking Is it?” Asked Jake, keeping his voice low.

“I don’t think so.”

There was a pause between each thud and I started to feel anger.

“Quick get up, it’s either enforcers or it’s the Consortium thugs.”

The door blew open from what I was guessed was a breaching charge, sending a mix of wood and metal flying inwards toward us. Behind the debris? Enforcers.

Our apartment was tiny and we were seventy floors up — the only exit our apartment door.

I grabbed the first thing I could find, my bowl of cereal. I sent it hurling toward them, and It was a projectile of beauty. A sturdy white bowl with a tail of white liquid and traces of grain just barrelling towards them. The impact minimal but aggravating.

In my haste and although it wasn’t effective, I turned to grab Jake’s bowl.. not my brightest moment. During my lapse of judgment however, I saw another thing of beauty.

I saw Jake do the most un-manly under arm throw of some small triangle looking object. Despite the tense scenario we were in, it made me laugh in disbelief.

“You’re absolutely joking aren’t you,” I shouted at him.

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“What!” He said, not seeing the problem.

Jake, to his credit was more prepared than I thought, like he said he was going to be. Although he hesitated while I jumped into action with my bowl, he was calmer than he’d usually be. I could see why.

The little object he so gently flopped over onto the floor, hummed before dropping the four enforcers to the ground where they all writhed around in jolting pain. Jake had rigged this little thing as a stunner with his bio electricity.

“Quick it won’t last long,” shouted Jake as he grabbed my arm, pulling me across the enforcers laid on the ground. They were in pain but I could feel their anger growing.

When we got to the elevator it was all jammed up from the enforcers, likely not wanting to give us a quick escape in case we did what we actually did. Best them.

The only way down was via the stairs and we were making quick work of them, our adrenaline fuelling the rapid descent.

I put one of my headphones into my ear and called Tai, we had only a few more floors until the bottom and I needed to find out what the hell it was we should do. We couldn’t go back to our apartment as It was the second time we had uninvited guests show up.

Tai told us to get to warehouse two again by the docks instead of his HQ incase they found its location, but if we couldn’t make it to keep an eye out for any sign of the white double helix. It was the symbol for Sequencers and any where you saw one they were either a part of, or friends of the movement.

“Let’s go out the back exit,” I said as we got to the ground floor.

We legged it to the back and barged through the door. Caring about a quiet exit was the the last thing on our minds, but as soon as the morning glare faded it was obvious the situation was more dire than I could of imagined.

We were encircled by a small army of law enforcement, all pointing guns at us and screaming, then hitting us with a barrage of empath. When you got hit like we did, it feels like sedation, your adrenaline fades out and you feel a calmness drape over you — like the best of drugs.

Under the influence of the empaths and between some sneaky hits while they cuffed us, I could just make out two men standing off behind a vehicle. The Chief and you guessed it, Mr Swan.

There’s no way they’d do something so silly in broad daylight I thought. Or did they really still have that much control?

“We’ll take them in, Chief,” offered one of the enforcers as he swooped in, grabbed me, and motioned to his partner to grab Jake.

“Thank you Sergeant,” said the Chief, while Mr Swan gave an approving nod.

They threw us into the caged back of their SUV and made off down the street, screeching as they exited onto the main drag.

The effects of all the forced empath started to wear off as our apartment building dropped into the distance and some more time from the broken connections lapsed.

“Pull over into here for a second,” ordered the sergeant pointing to a nearby alley.

His partner pulled in and slowly pulled to a stop, the sergeant unbuckling his belt before opening his door.

“Hop out and get the perp out,” he ordered again, pointing at me.

It was a major oh fuck moment, but then I noticed a small tattoo on the sergeants neck, the top of which was only visible as his shirt got pulled down the slightest as he exited the car. A double helix.

The partner did as he was ordered and opened the back door on the side I was seated,

Pop pop pop. The sound of three shots quickly rang out. Blood splattered across the window that was now shattered and the Sergeants partner started gasping for air as he held onto the door for support. I quickly formed an empath connection with him and gave him peace in his final seconds. Did he deserve it? I’m not sure, but I couldn’t stand watching it and feeling his frantic emotions.

The Sergeant raced to unlock our cuffs while he called in an escape attempt.

“There’s a blue door just up there. Go through it and follow the double helixes,” demanded the Sergeant. “They’ll be here any second.”

With sirens already getting louder there was no time for thank you’s or follow up questions about how many other law enforcement were a part of the Sequence, we had to run for the door as quickly as possible.

Jake flung the door open, holding it waiting for me to get through, and police vehicles started pouncing on the end of the alleyway where we just were.

I slammed shut the door plunging us into darkness except for a small glow ahead of us. It was a subtle double helix not too far ahead of us. The first marker.