'We're coming,' A small voice said inside Nick's head.
"Aaron," Nick breathed out loud. He wasn't sure how Aaron's 'messages' were coming to him, but they were. Nick looked around the small cell. The walls were a dark gray color and were so slick that when you leaned against them, you slid down. There was two lamps in the ceiling, providing little light, but enough to shine off the polished walls and floor. Every couple of seconds the lights would flicker. There was three air vents. Nick inspected their size, too small for him, but deffently large enough to crawl thorough. Cool air came steadily into the cell and it caused Nick to shiver.
He sat down on the hard slab that was meant for a bed. His laid his head in his hands, blonde hair snaked its way through his fingers. Nick wondered how he had gotten into this mess to begin with. Brian was sometimes barely alive, he knew his family was suffering because he hadn't sent money recently, and he didn't know where the hell AJ was. "DAMNIT!" His voice echoed off the walls, spitting the word back at him. No doubt he was strong, both emotionally and physically, but at that moment, he was about to crack. A single tear fell from his eye. It made its way down his cheek, rolling a little over the corner of his lips, and finally fell from his face. It made a small 'splat' as it hit the ground.
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"So what happens from here?" Kevin inquired.
Howie looked at the man. "I sense your urgency to get to your cousin, don't worry, you'll see him soon enough." His calm voice bargained. "When you go back to rescue Nick, you'll find him."
"So he's with Nick?!" Kevin looked hopeful.
"Nick's in a detention block on a royal ship." Aaron said.
"I never said he was with Nick. I merely said that when you find Nick, you'll find your cousin. That doesn't necessarily mean they are together. But they might be. I don't know that much." Howie clarified.
Angel looked at Howie, "Why do you need our help? You have a pilot for the Royals and one of the most feared men in the galaxy, why do you need us?"
"To be honest, we need small help." AJ replied. The twins looked at him confused.
"In order to get to where Nick is, you have to sneak around, and frankly, we're too big for the job." Kevin simplified it so the twins could understand.
Aaron and Angel seemed to think it over and look at each other to come to a decision. Then, simultaneously, they turned to the to the others and said, "We'll help."
AJ seemed a little confused because he thought the twins had already agreed to help, but he shook the feeling off.
"So what do we have to do?" Aaron asked.
"Well, here's the plan..." Howie began.
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Brian moaned in protest. "Keep walking young one, if you don't then it will hurt." A harsh voice told him. Brian screamed as the probe hit his flesh once again. They were walking him down a hallway. He nearly slipped on the slick floor but a rough hand grabbed the back of his tunic, keeping him up.
They reached a elegant doorway. The metal was etched into an intricate design. The door hissed open and Brian was lead into an extravagant room. He saw the luxurious bed and the various pieces of furniture from all over the galaxy.
On a plush sofa, Leiwa sat, sipping a drink of some kind. She placed the drink down on a table.
"Welcome Brili, please have a seat." The guards let of his arms. She looked at the guards, "You are excused." Brian sucked in a deep breath. She wore a pale blue dress from the Congon system. It had a see-through material over much of her body, but a solid color concealed her most secret places. She was ravishing. Brian kept his guard up, he knew this could be a trick. She stood up and walked gracefully across the room. Her long, straight blonde hair trailed behind her. "My dear boy, they left you in these dreadful, rags, let me get you something else."
Brian grew suspicious, he knew it was a trap. She called a servant who brought out a deep blue outfit from an expensive designer. Just by looking at it, Brian could tell the material was soft. His skin ached to feel the soft material instead of the course fabric he currently wore. "I'm fine thank you," His voice was soft, and polite. Although he wanted the new clothes, he wasn't going to take anything and anything she offered probably have a catch with it. And he didn't want to get destracted and let his guard down.
Leiwa frowned, then pouted. "Please, for me, I had it made especially for you."
Brian couldn't look at her because he knew he would give him. "I'm sorry then."
"Suit yourself. But we can leave it here in case you want it later." She walked over to the sofa she was sitting on when he walked in. "Please have a seat." Brian walked uneasily over to her and took a seat opposite her. There was a large plate of food on a table. "Help yourself. I know you must be famished. You and um..."
"Nick," Brian supplied.
"Ah, yes, Nicca. You two haven't ate in days, please have come. I had it brought in here for you."
Brian looked closely at the tray. A small pastry caught his eye. "My mom use to make those," he whispered, the pain of his past returned.
"When was the last time you had one?"
"When I was about ten, maybe twelve." Brian replied. "I remembered she made the best pastries in the village."
Leiwa smiled, "See if they're as good as you remember."
Brian hesitated, knowing the food could be drugged, but at the moment he was too hungry to care. As he put the pastry in his mouth and tasted its sweet flavor, he instantly cursed himself for not being able to resist. As he swallowed the last bit of the pastry, his vision began to blur. And the room began to swim around him. He could see Leiwa smiling. That was the last thing he saw before the colors of the room melted together and everything went dark.