Sam's POV "Here we are." I stopped my motorcycle in front of the small warehouse. Quorra jumped off the back and walked up to it. "Looks small," she said. I walked next to her and hit a button on my keys. The garage like door opened and we walked inside. I admit, it wasn't much. But it was all I had. I sat down on the old beat up couch and looked over the waterfront. Quorra sat down next to me. "Now what?" she asked. I was silent for a moment. "We have to get back in, some way," I explained. "Yeah, but how? The gate's closed and he's waiting for us." I sighed. "I know, but there has to be a way." Another moment of silence fell over us. "It's different. Being out," Quorra finally spoke up. "You'll get used to it. But, personally, I'd rather be back inside. It was cleaner than here." Then something crossed my mind. Quorra saw my face light up and looked at me questionably. "What?" I stood up quickly and began to pace. "I may know someone who can help us. Someone who can get in without attracting attention." Quorra stood up too. "Who?" she asked. "My sister." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now that you've read it, you have to comment. You can't just read stories and not say anything. I want to know if people are actually reading. Sorry it was short, and confusing, by the way. Sam isn't the main character. So, what did you think?
Sorry to keep you waiting. If anyone's reading this at all.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Max's POV I woke up to the sound of sirens outside my house. I shot straight up in my bed and looked around. The recognizable flash of police cars could be seen out of the window. I leaped off my bed, shoved my feet in my wolf slippers, and ran out of the bedroom door. When I reached the living room, my mom was sitting in the couch with two other police officers. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her normally neat blonde hair was sticking out at odd angles. When she saw me, she burst out crying. "What's going on?" I asked. Honestly, I was worried. My mom was the strongest person I've ever met. If she's crying, then something bad must have happened. "Have a seat," said one of the officers. I sat down on the brown leather recliner across from the couch. I looked back and forth between the two cops. They didn't talk or explain anything, just sat there. Then one stood up. His badge said Officer Sworder. "There was an accident an hour ago at Encom. Something happened with one of the computers and it short circuited, causing everything to malfunction. A fire started and 20 people were killed. Jacob was one of them." My mom started crying again. That was my dad. He was incinerated by a supposedly flawless system. "Do you know what caused the malfunction?" I asked him. The weird thing was, I didn't cry. For some reason, maybe a brain defect, I didn't show any emotions. My face was stone. "No, but we're working on it right now," said the other officer. I nodded and stood up. "Excuse me for a moment," I said. Officer Sworder have me a sympathetic look. "Take your time." I left the living room and went back to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and thought. Surely, these thing happen all the time. But.....Encom? It's one if the most secure networks out there. It just can't "malfunction" without something, or someone, tampering with the system. If they did get into the system, the police will never be able to track them. Then I got an idea.