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HERE'S PART 2!!

Chapter 2: July 28, 20XX

It wasn't until after Silver stopped below the highest point of the cliff that Green spoke.

"Why did you take me?" She asked timidly.

"You were the only reasonable one to take," Silver replied flatly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there's a whole list of things.  Would you like me to name them?"

"No thank you."

"Alright then."

Silver pressed the communicator in his ear and said, "I got her.  You all can leave now."

A sharp female voice replied first.  "Good.  I was getting bored."  It was followed by several more.  

"Great!  I can't wait to get back home!"

"Let's get out of here already."

"Can't wait to torture Green!"

"Mission accomplished!"

"Great job, Sil!"

Then Red himself replied.  "Good.  Let's move out."

Silver grinned.  He looked at Green.  She stared back at him.  "Who you talking to on the other end of that?" She nodded at his earpiece.  She crossed her arms, as if she was waiting for him to lie to her.

"Only the rest of RWR," Silver said calmly.  "They can't wait to torture you."  He leaned against the side of the cliff, watching Green.  He was sure she wouldn't run or fight, but you could never be sure with ReBels.  They were the ultimate unpredictable enemy.

He looked up to see White, the sharp female voice rappelling down the cliff followed by Red, Yellow, Pink, Mauve, and Indigo.  Green followed his gaze, her eyes widening as she saw the group of RWR officers and the leader himself.  "Looks like they're here.  Let's get to the fun stuff," Silver said, glaring at Green.  She shrank back under his gaze as he grabbed the hood of her jacket again.

White jumped to the ground beside Silver.  "So that's who you got, huh?"  She said, nudging Silver.  "Let's see . . . Green, age 17, birth month May.  Gemini.  Interesting target you have here, Silver."  White said quietly, opening the files on her watch screen.  The hologram popped up quickly, showing a picture of Green and lines of information about her written to the left of it.  The screen itself was tinted blue, so her hair looked the color of midnight and the edge of the piece covering her eye was aqua.

"What's that?" Green asked, pointing at White's watch screen.  

"Please don't talk," White said, turning her attention to Red, who was coming down right next to White.  "Let's get back already.  We need to get information out of her as soon as possible.  She's already been here for quite a while, I imagine.  We've been at this sorry excuse for a raid for at least half an hour."

"I agree," Red replied, landing on the dusty ground.  He looked up at Indigo and Mauve, who were taking their sweet time getting down the cliff.  He squinted, then yelled, "Hurry it up, gentlemen, we've got work to do," he looked at the two long enough to see Pink stick out his tongue at him, then looked down.  "Good job, Silver.  let's see if she was really worth the trouble."

"I'm sure she is, just watch." Silver laughed. 

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Chapter 3: August 3, 20XX

Orange sat on the edge of the cliff, looking out onto the dusty, barren landscape.  It was orange, like his namesake, but that didn't matter to him at that point.  He was looking for Green.  She had gone missing last week, during the raid.  He had seen her get taken by Gray, or had it been Silver?  He couldn't tell the two apart.  They both had shiny silvery-black hair, a trickster-like gleam in their eye, and were unnaturally thin.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he spotted a pinprick of green and black hair at the bridge.  His eyes widened, then squinted against the blazing sun.  Was that Green?  If it was, his hunch had been correct.  Gray never normally attacked anyone out of spite, and never during an RWR attack.  Though he worked for both sides, he only traded goods, not help in fighting.

He leaned in, trying to get a better look at the girl crossing the bridge.  He noticed someone leading her across, and another person keeping Green at bay, with a hunting rifle pointed against her back.  That's White, Orange thought.  Red's sidekick.  Of course she'd be there.  He did see that it was Red leading her across the bridge.

Orange watched Red, Green, and White walk slowly across the barren wasteland.  He knew he should have ran and told Blue, but she wouldn't believe him anyway.  She was too wrapped up in "taking care of the people who're still alive."  Despite everything Orange had tried to tell her, she insisted that Green was probably dead by now.  

He watched as they finally stopped.  White glanced at Red, then said something, words that would get lost in the dusty wind.  Red shook his head.  Orange wondered what was going through his head?  Did he think this was fun?  He probably did.

He turned his attention back to the small group in the desert as Red pulled something out of his pocket.  A knife.  Orange couldn't help but look away as Red cut Green's throat open with hatred that could only come from a leader that wanted a criminal dead.  

After Red was done, White said something else, something Orange's inhuman hearing could catch, barely.  "There's a witness."

Red looked at White, asking something else, too quiet for Orange to hear.  White then nodded, handing Red her gun.  Red looked at the top of the cliff, into Orange's eyes.  

Orange stood, then ran into the dead forest as two shots rang out, barely missing him.  He ran and ran until he got to camp, where Blue was talking to Gold and Maroon about something or other.  He stopped in front of Blue, gasping.  

"What is it, Orange," Blue asked.  She sounded exasperated, as if she was tired of Orange's nonsense.

"Green's dead," Orange rasped.  He didn't expect anything more than what he got from Blue.

"Told you so," she muttered.

"I watched her get killed."

Everything went silent.  No one had been expecting that.  

Maroon was the first to speak.  "Who did it?"

"Red."

"Of course he did," Blue growled.  "Lavender, help Orange.  I'm going to find the body."

"It's in the wastes," was the last thing Orange said before he blacked out. 

Sorry, the end of this one's kind of a cliffhanger....

Chapter 4: August 5, 20XX

Red and White were talking, which was not unusual.  What they were talking about was. 

"We barely got any information from Green," Red said angrily.

"Silver didn't do a good job picking.  He should have picked Lavender or Bronze," White agreed with this statement.

They thought they were alone.  Pink knew they were wrong.  He heard every word that came out of their mouths from behind the chain-link fence that separated Red's area from the rest of camp.  He was behind them, near his own tent, so he could just hide in there if Red or White were ever to look behind themselves.  

"Do you believe in betrayal?" White asked Red after a minute of silence from the both of them.

"What do you mean?" Red asked, looking at White.  "Why would anyone betray RWR?"

Pink rolled his eyes.  Because you're mean, Red.  Idiot.  He almost said that out loud, but he didn't want to get caught as a spy.  The ReBels wouldn't be happy about that.  They didn't need any less people anyway.

Pink crept back into his tent, thinking.  How would he get his information to the ReBellion without Red noticing?  It would take a while to get to the base of the cliff, especially if he didn't want to get caught.  Then he needed fifteen minutes worth of time to rappel up the cliff face, again without being caught.  He'd have to do it at night.  When else would everyone be asleep?  Well, Burgundy and Olive were the normal night guards, so Pink would have to convince them to let him get out "for some fresh air."  That would be difficult.  They didn't like him much.

He got back to listening the the two highest officers.  "I'll tell Turquoise and Beige to help out Burgundy and Olive with night watch tonight.  I can agree with you in the fact that something seems off about betrayal."  That was Red speaking.  Pink's job just got a whole lot harder.  Four night guards?  That's ridiculous.  You don't need that many people to catch a ReBel spy, Pink tried to reassure himself.  But that's too many, he'd never be able to outrun them all.

He left his tent, the opposite way that he had come.  He'd heard enough of the officers' chit-chat.  He had a lot of work to do, especially because it involved TCRW.  

He ran his fingers through his faded pink-tinged hair.  Then he looked into the distance, at TCRW's cinder block of a building.  He gauged the distance, guessing at around 3,000 feet.  He could walk that far in a few hours, but he needed to get there faster.  He needed a flitboard.  Luckily, Maroon had given hers to him so he could get out of sticky situations faster.  This definitely counted.  

He pulled it out of his tent, and walked out to the edge of camp.  He looked behind him, then walked out another fifty or so feet.  He was about to step onto his flitboard when someone yelled, "Stop!" 

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FINALLY CHAPTER 5!!

Chapter 5: August 5, 20XX

Pink turned, shaken by the sudden yell.  It was just who he didn't want to see.

"Hello, Red.  Nice of you to see me," Pink said, dropping to one knee and quickly hiding the flitboard.

"Tell me, Pink.  Why are you leaving camp?" Red asked angrily.  

"Just going for a walk, Officer," Pink quickly made an excuse.  It was a quick one, and Red probably wouldn't believe him.  It was an ample attempt, though, and he was glad he had come up with something.  Red might believe him, if he was convincing enough.

"Rise," he said simply.  Pink wondered what he would do with the flitboard.  It was simply too big to hide whilst standing up.  He found no other way to cover it up than to just . . . not.  He stood, and tossed the flitboard in front of him.

"Where'd you get that?" Red asked, raising one eyebrow.  "You know that flitboards are only given to senior officers, yes?"  Pink nodded.  "And what rank are you?"

"Medium officer," Pink responded quietly.  He watched Red's face get angry.

"Where did you get the flitboard, then?"

"I found it."  Another quick excuse.  Red definitely wouldn't buy it.

"Where?"  Or maybe not.

"GreyPawn base."  Well, not all false.  The ReBellion did get their flitboards from GreyPawn.

"What were you doing with it?" Red continued with the interrogation.  "If you stole it from GreyPawn base, you should have at least given it to one of the senior officers, like myself or White."

"I wasn't sure it would work.  I was going to test it as soon as I got far enough."  Pink was starting to sweat.  He was getting more and more desperate to be alone.

"Again, you should have given it to a senior officer.  They could test it themselves."

"R-Right."

"You're covering up something," Red accused.  Well, Pink thought, Red wasn't wrong.  He was trying to cover up that he was part of the ReBellion.  

"Why would you think that?"

"You're desperate.  Your excuses are weak.  You're sweating, like you're nervous.  Why wouldn't I have a reason to suspect?"

"Because you're right.  You're always right," Pink said, winking.  He wiped the red paint of his neck, the fake RWR brand smudging onto his fingertips.  He pointed his hand at Red, the confused look on Red's face turning to fury.

"I knew it.  I knew you were a traitor!"  Red yelled as Pink snatched up the flitboard.  He turned as he heard Red pulling out his gun.  He jumped onto the flit board, the wheels losing traction on the sand.  He pushed off faster than he should have, trying to get as far away from Red as he could.  As the flitboard's speed gave it power, it lifted off the ground slowly until it was six inches off the ground.  Pink risked a glance backward, and saw Red pointing his gun at him.  He ducked as he heard Red fire once, twice, three times.  He saw the bridge in the distance.  He leaned down, hoping he could fly over the river fast enough that Red wouldn't follow.

He made it just over the bridge when he heard one last gunshot.  Pink ducked, but he was unlucky this time.  Red hadn't been aiming for his head.  Pink's right leg exploded in pain, and he lost his balance, tumbling off the flitboard head over heels.  He landed hard, flopping over once or twice before coming to a stop.  The flitboard kept going without him, soaring into a rock a few feet further.  

Red didn't come closer.  Pink would probably die of blood loss before he could get there.