Fischer

"Not Vincent. All that dumbass was guilty of was expensive shoe theft." I said as I and Mayhem pulled away from the Dixon residence. See, Ash, had purchased a very expensive pair of boots that Vincent took a liking to. So, he stole them. So one, it was not Vincent that took the flash drives and covered the camera, and two, there was still the fact that we didn't have our traitor. Suddenly, I remembered what I had seen.

"Alex. Go back to the safe house. Now." I demanded. If I was right, we could be another step closer to figuring out a definite time for this arrival. See, If I hadn't been suspended, I may have come earlier than the masked individual, and been able to catch them. Sincerely, thank you for this, Jackson. We pulled back up to the safe house, and the front door was open. Oh boy.

"Clancy. The door. The do-"

"I know. Do you think they're still inside?"

"Let's go find out," Mayhem said, smiling again. Mayhem stopped the car halfway up the driveway, so we might not be heard right away. We quietly exited the vehicle and slowly approached the door. The only way someone could enter was with a key, or if we had left the door open. But Mayhem and I weren't that careless. I motioned to Mayhem to go around the other side. I looked through the crack of the side door and could see someone standing near the computer. I looked back over at Mayhem, and we read each other's minds. I quickly shut the front door. I heard something fall inside, and we immediately ran to another part of the safehouse that only he and I knew about. The back entrance. We ran as fast as we could around either side and then stopped. The back door, hidden under an old car, was wide open.

"Shit. Someone else knew again!" I said.

"Ok, the only way out is in," Mayhem said, and we entered. When you closed the back door, it blended into the wall in front of it. See, you could only enter through the back, not leave. We walked carefully through the room areas and entered the main room. Mayhem suddenly motioned to stop. I heard it too. Shuffling near the front door. I looked over at him and counted three, two, one on my fingers. And then we ran.

We caught up to the person at the front door. Black hoodie. Black face mask. I grabbed onto their back, and flung them across the floor. It was only after I had ripped the mask off that I recognized him. Scott Fischer. Mayhem gasped.

"Scott? What are you doing?" I yelled in his face. I could see the terror in his eyes. Everyone in KC was afraid of Mayhem and me, but Scott was always the most frightened of us. I used this to my advantage. "Fischer. Answer me. What. Are. You. Doing. Here."

"I-I was l-looking for the flash drive box." He had his eyes closed. Mayhem walked over to us and bent down to our level. I turned Fischer's head to face Mayhem's. A favorite thing of his to do was open his eyes as wide as possible but remain blank in the face. This got to them.

"So then, Fischer. You know where the lost ones went, don't you? That's why you weren't at the meeting." Fischer's eyes grew wider than Mayhem's. He was starting to lose it. He was breathing rapidly, and his eyes watered. See, all these boys were as tough as they could get, but the second Mayhem and I got to them, they were small children again.

"I didn't! I swear! Fuck, man! It wasn't me who covered the camera!" He cried. For a second, I believed him. But then, I realized something.

"Fischer," I said in a low voice.

"What camera?" Mayhem finished for me. Fischer closed his eyes again. He muttered something under his breath. One tear rolled down his cheek. The little boy's cheek.

"Fine." His voice straightened and the tone matched mine. "I knew about the cameras. I know about the back exit. I know about the flash drive locations. Hell, I even know where that missing monitor from two years back is."

I couldn't with him. I just couldn't believe his nerve. The gall to go against the people he was trusted by. My god. We were the stupid ones.

"For now, I don't want to hear it. You're out. Get out of here. If I ever, ever see you back here again, you'll be crying even harder. I can promise you that." I threw him down, and we watched as he exited the safe house. Mayhem shook his head.

"Alex…" I said. "I don't get it. How could he have possibly known all this information? It doesn't make sense."

"I know, I know." He said. He looked down at the ground.

"I know we can always trust each other, but I'm not so sure about the others anymore. Even if Vincent only stole the boots, he still was hiding it from us." I said, shaking my head in unison. The question is, what else were our members hiding? What other secrets did Mayhem and I not know about? We left the safehouse until the night. What we failed to notice, however, was someone standing just out of site near The Pit entrance, on the phone with a certain someone.