Isaiah was still sitting on his bed sulking when Luke and Jackson strolled right in. He stood up, almost in a confrontational stance."Luke, Jackson," he said in much earnestness."What?" Luke asked. "You sound like a broken record.""Why are you calling our names like that?" Jackson asked as well.Isaiah stood frozen, shoulders raised as if ready to charge."I am looking for something," Isaiah said finally, as though he had just released a bomb into a marketplace."What of it?" Jackson asked. "How does it concern us?" asked Luke, as abrasive as ever. "It's a...phone," Isaiah said, cautiously staring at his friends. Once said, Luke's eyes widened. "What phone? We saw that you had two phones before."Isaiah was silent for a while before speaking, leaving before that a moment of pure suspense. "The little phone I brought home the day before yesterday. You remember it?"Luke's eyes widened even more, his heart skipping a beat as his body tensed up. "You mean you can't find it anymore?

James and Isaiah gulped down saliva in much fear and anticipation of whether or not the phone number that was being called was going to answer the question, whilst Professor Strathmore had a serious look put on, his old eyes staring deeply at the phone in wait.The number did not pick up, and the ringing stopped."What's going to happen?" James asked. "Should we try again?""Why not?" Walter asked. "We are going to try again, no matter how long it takes. That number certainly belongs to someone. It's not some ghost number. There must be a reason it is the only number calling this phone, and I don't care how we do it; we must get to the bottom of it and know who exactly the number belongs to."Professor Strathmore leaned in. "I actually agree with Walter. We must get to the bottom of this, one way or the other."James, having nothing quite out of the ordinary to say, merely shook his head affirmatively.Walter dialed the phone number again. The call wasn't picked up. Again he dialed.

Once more, Walter found himself at the losing side of the barrel of the gun. What was it, he thought, that Isaiah had that he did not have? But he was not ready to go down the path of the loser without putting up a fight.Alan winked at him, and again he felt more of a loser than he could ever feel."What is this?" He asked solemnly, raising his head one last time for the rising moon to bless him with light. "Is this some kind of union of losers?""You're still calling us losers, eh?" Isaiah pointed out. "I can tell you still have some fight in you. What else do you have to say?"Walter thought very hard about his predicament, but for obvious reasons he was incapable of thinking very far about it. "You've been moving around with very dangerous people," he managed to say. "It's no wonder your friends are being targeted one by one. As for you, Alan... you think you are on the winning side of this; you have no idea what is coming for you. Isaiah is a criminal, and I can prove it by makin

It was all silent in the middle of the night, when the buzzing of his phone right on his body, jerked Isaiah awake. "What's happening?" He mumbled, half asleep, head hanging between his shoulder's as that of a drunk man. He looked at the phone that had waken him up by buzzing, and saw that it was not the low tech phone but his normal android. He grew relieved but drew the phone in to check what had sent it abuzz.There was a message on the screen from Elena. "COME TO THE SCHOOL GATE, NOW!" it said."What do you mean?" He asked himself, staring at the time. "It's 2, o'clock in the morning Elena. Why am I going to be doing by the gate at this time of the morning."But then as he grumbled, wondering what exactly Elena was up to, a thought came up in his mind. "What the hell is Elena doing at the gate in this time of the night?" He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.By this time of the morning, the entrance to the dormitories would have already been sealed shut, and there was

Strangely, Isaiah had the impression that Elena was just telling him exactly the same things the system had been telling him over and over. He thought about the odds of it being a coincidence or not."We're here," Elena said suddenly, pushing the thought in Isaiah's head to one side of his mind. He looked outside. There was a house, a wooden shack in the middle of nowhere. Solitary and seemingly empty, so he thought."Where is this place?" Isaiah's question was a rhetorical question. "It is a house in the middle of nowhere," Elena responded, knowing quite well that he wasn't really talking to her. "This is the place where the ancient scroll of the Mohicans is kept."Wait." Isaiah was about to come down from the car."Don't go down..." Elena holding his arm. "It's not as it looks. It's dangerous if you go down there.""Dangerous? It doesn't look so. It's a wooden shack in the middle of nowhere; how can you say that?"The house looked old. Around it was a wooden fence, made by plank