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*Final instalment in the 'Little British Girl' Trilogy *
One year after Elia’s death, and the entire planet is rebelling. With the news of Xander’s assassination attempt against his own daughter alarming the world, Elda and Luci are leading a powerful resistance, competing with the Southern rebellium, with no powerful government to stop either of them.
And yet, nothing seems to have changed.
Annabeth, alongside Beverly, Zacharia, and Steve Ryans, hide out amidst the chaos , unable to prevent what’s happening right in front of them. Disheartened and helpless.
Then one day, a girl turns up, a girl with heterochromia, with some interesting letters, and some even more interesting information. Could it be that Xander Moore had another daughter? And that Luci has a half-sister?

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4. Chapter 4 - one year earlier

“Releasing those files was a tactical move,” Robin decides, banging her fist down hard on the table, “They did it to try and rally up support for their cause, to get people to side against the government...they’re planning something big.” She shakes her head, staring off into the distance. I just sit quietly at the back of the room, listening like a shadow, not engaging in all the panic, drama, and suspicion. I’d only come in here because it looked like something interesting was happening, and I needed that, I needed a distraction, something to get me out of bed and up on my feet, actually doing something...not that I’m really doing anything at all right now. I’m just sat in front of an abandoned desk, half a meter away from everyone else who’s gathered around Robin, listening to her little speech. Occasionally I’ll fiddle with the discarded staples, or drum my fingers against the desk, but mostly I’m as still as a statue, set in stone whilst everyone else plans and plots their afternoons away. “Something is coming, and we need to be ready when it arrives.” Robin sighs, grimacing.

“Why wait? Let’s go after them now! We could stop it before it even starts.” Someone cries out. There are murmurs of agreement across the room as people consider the idea, but Robin shakes her head, not buying into it.

“We don’t have any idea about what their defenses are like,” she reminds the group, “And if we can all agree on one thing it’s that Luci is smart, she won’t have left anything to chance. Their defenses will be nearly impossible to break though, whatever they are. Our best option is to try and figure out what their up to, then intervene at the last minute and take them down.”

“So how do we do that?” Someone else asks.

“By thinking about this logically.” Robin stresses, “They won’t risk a big stunt in New London, New Paris, or any other of the capitals...the security is too tight. Butt there are tons of small villages and towns around those locations that they can target, we’re in New London now and they won’t want to travel far, so that narrows it down a bit. All we need is a few hours of research, analysing the most defenceless, but significant towns, then we’ll be able to create a shortlist of all the possible targets.” People around the room look at each other, nodding, seeming to be in agreement. They begin to clear out, ready to get to work and start researching. I get up too, moving towards the door, but before I get there she calls out to me. “Is it true you’re moving back to the North?”

“Yeah,” I reply, turning back around to face her, “Yeah it’s true.”

“Are you going back to try and help the Northern resistance?” She guesses, leaning back against a filing cabinet, her arms folded across her chest.

“Actually...no.” I confess, “I’m not surrendering or anything, I just think I might go my own way from here, you know? Besides, me and Beverly Hills aren’t exactly on the best of terms at the moment.” Robin raises her eyebrows, surprised. “What? Is something wrong?” I question her, confused by her reaction.

“No, no nothing’s wrong,” She assures me, “I just didn’t expect you to be leaving so soon.”

“I don’t exactly belong here…” I remind her.

“Right, of course.” She nods, acting as though she understands, “But...but before you go, do you feel like leading one last mission?” She requests, passing me over a slip of paper. “Just you an a team of five others. There’s a small village a few miles outside of here, they’re having a fete this weekend and I’m worried that it might me a bit of a target for Luci and Elda. I’m sure it will all be fine, the event is meaningless and the village is tiny, but still…”

“Why not?” I sigh, giving in, “I need a bit of distracting whilst I wait for Zacharia to organise my journey back home.”

“Great!” Robin beams, passing me over the rest of the information, “Everything you could possibly need to know is in there, including the profiles of the team members you’ll get. You leave tomorrow at seven, okay?” I nod, taking a seat to flick through the pages of information she’s given me. It seems like an awful lot just for some small risk-limiting mission.

“How important is this trip exactly?” I ask her, frowning at the pages of information in front of me.

“Oh it’s barely anything,” Robin replies innocently, waving her right hand around in the air, “Think of yourself as extra security, you know? Just in case?”

“Right…” I trail off, still not convinced. I flick blindly through the pages, glimpsing at the brief, and nothing seems to be too suspicious. Just about satisfied, I chuck the wad of paper into a bag and sling it over my shoulder, deciding to head of somewhere a bit more private for the rest of the day.

For an emergency base, this place can get pretty packed. I suppose with most of the secret locations revealed there aren’t many safe places left, but still, it feels like I’m back in Washington HQ. There are enough medics rushing around to cater for a small city’s A&E for one night, and enough strategists, soldiers, and spies to start an international war. And everyone seems busy too, nobody seems capable of walking from one place to another at a normal place, people scurry just to get over to the coffee machines. Nobody can bring themselves to slow done, it’s as if they’re scared to, because they’re worried about what they’ll think about if they give themselves a second to remember.

I find a sofa and rest my legs, comfortable enough to brave the pack of paper in my bag and read it a bit more carefully. I only manage to get to the end of the first page before I’m interrupted.

“What have you got there?” I hear Zacharia’s concerned voice behind me as he tries to read over my shoulder, bending over.

“Some information about a trip to a small village Luci and Elda might target, I’m supposed to be leading it. Robin gave it to me.” I tell him, making room for him to sit down next to me. He takes my offer, sitting down to my right and getting a closer look.

“You’re leading the group?” He checks. I’m more than a little bit insulted by his tone, it’s an irritating mixture of surprised, wary, and disappointed.

“Yeah, why? Is there something wrong with that?” I question him, balling my hand into a fist behind my back. I’m just about emotionally unstable enough right now to have it in me to punch the leader of the Southern Resistance in the face.

“I just wasn’t expecting you back in the field so soon, are you sure you don’t need a bit more time to recover before…?” He trails off, looking away.

“Before what?” I pester him, refusing to drop the matter.

“I’m just worried that your head just might not be one hundred percent in it at the moment.” He blurts out, being completely honest with me, “You’ve suffered two terrible losses in one week, and your third alive teammate seems to have disappeared off of the face of the earth.”

“And that’s why I need this, it’s a distraction, something to keep me busy.” I argue, “Besides, Daniel will come back eventually he just needs a bit of time to himself-”

“I just think that-”

“I don’t care what you think!” I yell, getting to my feet and snatching the mission details right out of his hands, “Robin gave me this job so if you’ve got some sort of problem with it go and argue with her… I’m to tired to deal with your own personal insecurities and lack of faith in recruits today.”

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