The helicopter whipped Lorde's hair around and she shielded her eyes.
"Don't move!" They had been commanded. The helicopter moved around, looking for a place to land. It finally settled on a large clearing in the trees. Three large men hustled out of it to handcuff the trio. They were ushered into the copter, then it took off.
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Each of them was thrown into a cell. The cells were soundproof glass walls. They had a glass ceiling too. The three of them were separated by more glass walls. Lorde looked out too see a laboratory. Beakers were lined up on tables. Microscopes sat on tables next to a cabinet of cell samples. Next too her she could see Charity in the cell next to her. Past her she could she Vito. He looked furious. Small jolts of lighting sparks from his clenched fists. Lorde sat down in frustration.
Charity, Charity can you hear me? She thought with all her might. She would do this when she was little, at night. Lying in her bed felling lonely for her parents were screaming at each other from the other room. She would try and contact her friends telepathically, it never worked.
Charity, Charity please. Can you hear me?
She thought she heard a faint, yes, in her mind.
Charity! Can you really hear me, if you can tap on the glass next to me.
Charity did as she was told and Lorde was filled with hope.
What are we going to do? She asked.
I don't know, but I have a feeling Vito's going to do something quick.
She was right, Vito finally took control of his lighting and slashed an electric line through the glass. The glass smoked, but it didn't do anything else. He kept throwing lighting at the glass over and over again.
Until finally, it cracked.