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Xaelis's eyes grew choleric as Zee and Nanna spoke of the Old Rebellion. Thoughts of that damned, dark, useless room spun into her mind as Xaelis, herself was reminded of the traitor. They really couldn't afford it. The government would be high on all of their cases these days because they wouldn't want such a thing as the Old or New Rebellion to start again.

Xaelis offered a hand to Zee and put it on her shoulder gently, she stood right in line with Zee here. She spoke the truth, and who was to say that the traitor wasn't in this room right here, right now?

Xaelis shook the thoughts out of her head before focusing her gaze back on Mattox as he spoke again. Her attitude perked up as he spoke of how he read in the newspaper articles of the Rebellion.
A single glance was passed towards Nanna before Xaelis squeezed Zee's shoulder gently and let go.

Change... The word rang in her head as if she had just gotten slapped in the ear, a high-pitched ringing of annoyance, yet the word 'change' brought an overwhelming sense of certainty.

Xaelis's lip curled at its ends as the woman smiled.

(( Sorry I haven't been posting, just recently began to formulate a new plot twist. Cue evil laughter. ))

Zee looked at him for a minute longer. Finally, she had come to a decision. It wasn't easy, but Mattox was too obviously honest to be suspicious of. Someone needed to teach him how to lie.
" Fine. But--"

In that moment, a techno ringtone sounded. Zee groaned and whipped out the silver-and-black model, flipping it open and grimacing as she put it to her ear.

" Security will be back up within half an hour, so you get your sorry ass back here before they notice you're gone. I'm halfway to telling the President on you and the New Rebellion, you hear? "

" Love you too, Daddy-O, " Zee sighed, exasperated, and then pocketed her phone because her father had already hung up. " Dad says security's back up in half an hour. Everyone better get back to their jobs before people calm down and notice we're gone. I'll text you all if we have another meeting, 'kay? "

" And you, " Zee said, turning to Mattox, " Are coming with me. I'll drop you off and get your number; we better get going. " With that, she gave a quick hug to Nanna, and then Xealis, and sprinted back out the door, towards the lime green bug. Nanna was still shaking her head.

" That 'un is more trouble than she's worth, " Nanna clucked, giving a hearty pat to Xealis' shoulder and then turning to the rest. " Well, babies, y'all better get back to your jobs. And you, my little Doc-boy, best listen to Mousey. " With that, Nanna hugged each of the members in turn and shuffled them out the door, including Mattox. To him, she gave a wink and whispered a quick, "Good luck with her" before shoving him after Zee, who was honking impatiently in the driver's seat.

((I'm kind of glad you didn't post for a while. I've been lacking activity on the site due to my falling into the pit of obsession that is Twilight ... after how long? But yeah...))

Mattox stood up and sighed, more worried than excited to go with Zee, just because of her intense driving and Mattox's complete dislike for death by accident in a car that he would rather not be in.

Although they had only been in the house a short time and although Mattox had thought that Nanna was a little off her rocker, he had grown to like that old woman, even if she did dub him 'Doc-boy'. He smiled at her as she wished him luck, to try and hide the worry that was forming on his face. Zee had been driving eratically before and she didn't seem in that much of a rush - now she was impatient and hurrying to get back the the White House. He was quite horrified at this fact. That made him question how well he'd do in the heat of 'battle'.

Mattox's thoughts all left his head as he got in the car and secured himself behind the seatbelt. He held on tightly to his strap and waited, afraid, for Zee to begin her crazy driving.

((Oof, here comes a MONSTER post. Sorry, couldn't stop myself.))

"What're you afraid of? C'mon. I've got enough on my record without killing you in a crash. If you're going to act like a doe caught in headlights all the time, how are you supossed to be any help when we really get things heated up?" Granted, Zee did have frightening driving habits. But she hadn't gotten in more than three crashes (two of them not even her fault; or so she said), and she wasn't about to make it four.

Once Mattox had buckled his seatbelt, Zee pushed a code on the updated holo-keypad, the future's variation to car keys, and the engine started up with a quiet rumble. She started it off slow, giving a frustrated look to Mattox, but then once she pulled out of the driveway she sped up. The speed limit over here was around fifty, but since no one was on the road at this time of day, Zee sped it up to sixty, seventy, seventy-five... no crashes or anything. She turned on the radio with a touch of a button on the holo-control panel on the dash. It was a government broadcast.

But something was different. The dull-voiced guy who usually was the one talking was gone, or something... the voice on the radio today was squeaky and broken, jumping from high to low in every instant. Someone had messed with the broadcast....

"We-IN-the.... STUPId..... government-WISH-a-dead.... IMPRISONEd-Christmas-to... all.... and-TO-all-a.... CRAPPY-LIFE..." For one thing, the government would never say that. Number two, Christmas was banned, as well as all religious holidays and religion in general-- not to mention Christmas wouldn't be for another several months, to those who still illegally celebrated it. And three, it sounded like someone had pieced the words on the broadcast together like a collage, every word was in a different tone or voice.

And then, the music came on. It wasn't techno anymore.... Was that rock music?! Zee had never heard the music before, but had heard from her Grandpa what it sounded like. He had done a very poor impression of the music.... but still, it had sounded vaguely like this.

Zee had been so bewildered by the broadcast, that the car had stopped altogether. Finally she snapped out of it, hitting speeds of eighty in her hurry. That hacker girl must've rigged the broadcast. For now, it had been a simple prank, but what those broadcasts could say in the future was a stimulating thought.

She sped the rest of the way to the hospital for Mattox, hurrying for him to get back to work.
"Oops, wait-- Need your cell number so I can get it made safe and text you if we have a meeting." All through the time, the rock music hadn't let up. It was amazing in itself that the radio had kept up a steady stream of music for the last fifteen minutes.... wait, fifteen minutes? She needed to go, NOW!

"Oh, damn, I'll get it from the operator. I have to go. See you!!" Zee spoke, and then she was off, back towards the White House. She turned the couple corners, then parked in her usual spot in the parking lot-- no one had moved much.

Zee strode in through the building within a big group of people, most likely the executives from the morning that had been kept in the White House because the security went off. Thankfully, Linda was busy chatting away on the phone, a worry creasing her brow. Zee quickly sneaked off to her father's office and began filing papers like she had always been there.

"There you are!!" Zee winced as her father stepped in, but he let out a sigh of relief. She kept working. "I thought you wouldn't make it! You stupid girl!! One of these days, you're going to get it real good...." Zee stopped listening to his ramble for a while.

"Kyle.... you two.... together.... old time's sake...."
"WHAT?!" She snapped out of it as soon as she heard his name. Zee and Kyle had been childhood playmates, the best of friends. That had gradually changed, as the two grew further apart, Kyle kept pent up by his "studies", and Zee who became involved with the Rebellion. She had been a fool then; Kyle might've been the one to figure out her connection with the Rebellion. He himself might've been the traitor.... anyways. As teenagers, the two had seen eachother pretty often-- Kyle had become a gangly, pimple-faced teenager, while Zee stayed short and petite for a while before she hit and awkward growth spurt at fifteen. Kyle was actually pretty bright-- he just chose not to make use of his brain. He chose to occupy his time building a reputation with the other "cool" guys he became involved with. His idiotic behavior had probably been the factor that drove them apart-- Kyle had begun to be a smart-alec, cracking senseless jokes and flirting a lot at inappropriate intervals.

But then it hit her. Zee hadn't seen him in more than three years. Not since the day that everything went wrong...

"I said, 'Kyle's been wanting to talk to you. You two should do something together sometime. For old time's sake.' That's exactly what I said. You need to pay attention, Zee." His voice was tired now. Zee looked up at him, sympathetic. He worked so hard....

"Erm... Dad, you know how he is..."
"Zee, it's been years. He's changed."
"Thirty-eight months, actually...." She knew that the day of capture had been thirty-seven months ago, and she hadn't seen Kyle for a month before that, due to some arguement. Wait-- how did she even know that?!
"Okay... but still. The Pres' wants you to spend more time together, too. You two are en-...."
"Are what?"
"Er, nothing. You two were just so close." This made Zee suspicious, but she let it go and sighed.
"How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long do I need to sacrifice my time to entertain that monkey?"
"Oh stop it."
"No, really." He sighed.
"A few hours. Just go for a long walk with him or something. You don't have to go now."
"Fine." Zee groaned. She had been counting on never speaking to Kyle again. Now here he was, ruining her plans. She got back to filing the papers.

(Sorry, the name's Sophie... I just am an absent minded person sometimes. Sorry.)

"No, but thanks. My apartment's right over there." Sophie gave a wavering smile. "I'd invite you in, but I must hurry. I'm late to getting to my studio. I have a performance tonight, at the theater. Thank you, Troy." With that Sophie turned away. She walked into her apartment without turning back, and quickly changed. Then she walked to and quickly got into her car and drove off towards the studio. She sighed as traffic inched along.


(I'm sending the performance in as a way for strangers to meet each other.)

Xaelis smiled as Zee hugged her and hugged back. Finally the New Rebellion was in place.
"Anyone who needs a ride anywhere, or just needs to talk or something, I'm heading back to my place, it's not too far from here," Xaelis offered. It'd be nice to have another friend like Zee around.

Saying bye to Nans would be the hardest. Xaelis never knew how often or how little she'd get to see the old woman.
"Good bye Nans," Xaelis said, embracing the tiny lady in her arms.
"I will see you again," She insisted, only to make the two of them happy.

It didn't take long for Xaelis to run to her red Altima, she decided she'd wait a bit just in case anyone hopped in.
Not that they had long.

((I was aching to post. Haha.))

"You're..." Before Troy could even finish what she was saying, Sophie got in the car and sped away. "Welcome." She smiled and shook her head, amused by her little encounter. At the least, something more interesting had happened that day aside from that kiss by that woman puppet of the government.

Not that Troy had any right to think about that official in that way, for she too, was now a part of the government she once rebelled against. She sighed as she reminised, and hurriedly crossed the street to where she was headed.

After a few minutes, she entered the room, locked the door, and quickly removed her clothes. She stripped her clothes off as she moved across the wooden floor, from the main door straight to the ebony grand piano that was a few feet away. When she reached the piano, she pulled the seat, and slipped on her white nightgown that she washed and pressed and left on that seat only a few nights ago. Then, she played a sequence, which activated movements along the walls. The room was sealed shut, windows closed, wals seemingly thicker and rough. The room was soundproof now.

On another corner was a radio, the one she used to listen to government broadcasts. She turned it on, to listen to the crappy-fied melody she so gloriously composed.

But she was met with tunes, not of techno, but of a music she was all too famiar with. "Rock?" There was techno, the form of music she disliked most. Classic, the music of her soul. And Rock, her passion and her love. 'But why?' she thought. She listened to it closely, and the more she listened to it, the more it felt familiar to her, like she knew it...

After a few measures, she could follow its tune. It was fairly simple to follow and guess its next possible tone. It was, generic. But she couldn't help but smile as she listened. After minutes of listening, the song ended. She was sure she was not the one who composed it. However, she laughed, a pleasant laughter, she offered to whoever did.

((Fiddle sticks! I'm sorry kitty, I was caught up in the non-internet world. Shame on me *tsk tsk*. But at least I wasn't needed for anything. Also, I made this comment/question before but you kind of ignored me: Did you get this idea from Queen's musical? Because it is ever so similar what with the techno vs the rock.))

Mattox didn't reply to Zee's assurance of his safety, but instead prepared for the worst. He was suprisingly content as she began to speed up well over what he would consider safe. Mattox's mind began wandering as the radio turned on. It took him a moment to realize that that was not how a normal radio station sounded, especially with the government so 'tuned in' to the stations. Then the music started to play. It wasn't the usual radio music either. Instead of fancy keyboard and techno bass sounds, there were what Mattox assumed to be an electric guitar and fast drum-work. This music was a sort of relief and he felt as if he could actually start to like music, something which he used to avoid altogether.

It seemed to be that Zee was stunned by this situation as well, considering the car had stopped moving. Mattox was about to speak up but then Zee floored the gas pedal, causing the car to fly down the streets until they finally pulled up in front of the hospital. Mattox groaned at the thought of working once more and, with weak legs, stepped out of the small car, never loving concrete any more than at that moment. She stopped him, requesting his cell number, and he gave it to her, just wanting to get away from the 'death trap' as quickly as possible.

In the hospital, Mattox snuck into the locker room to get his wallet and other belongings - perhaps dry, non-doctory clothes. He got rid of his scrubs and put on his jeans and plain white t-shirt, hanging his sweater on a hook over a heater to dry. Just then, his 'best friend', the very person he was hoping to avoid, walked in.

Mattox smiled the most charming smile that he could, which wasn't very charming at all as the angry doctor's face turned red, "where the hell have you been Dr. Leung? I was waiting for the damned charts until some nurse found them in the break room. What were you thinking you idiot!"

Mattox rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you forgot!"

This improvisation on Mattox's part worked for a moment as a confused look flashed quickly across the stupid doctor's face. Immediately, however, he glared at Mattox instead, "what do you mean?"

Mattox faked a laughed, "you told me I could go home if I came back for the night shift." He hated the night shifts, but figured this could be the only way he had a chance of safety from some sort of stupid punishment.

"Why would I do that? Especially for you."

Mattox shrugged, "I don't question your ways. But I'm here for my shift now," Mattox said hopefully.

Some other doctors walked in, and out of fear of utter embarassment, his mentor let it go, "you better watch it Leung," and he walked away.

Mattox sighed. He was going to be very cranky when his next shift came around, which would lead off of his night shift. Honestly, as if a doctor who was supposed to be all powerful would let Mattox's lies go. He shook his head and changed into fresh, dry scrubs, ready as he'd ever be for his very long shift.