Cameron’s eyes widened at Justin’s words. “Are you [i]crazy[/i]? Who the hell knows what they’ll do if…” her voice trailed off into silence as she began to realize that he was probably right. Reasons like this is why she was so incredibly drawn to him and Omega: they were more selfless than any other group she had met. 

She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath before nodding to him. “You’re right,” said Cameron in a low, quiet voice. A grunt escaped her as she pushed herself off the crouched position she had taken on the floor, and before looking up, she dusted herself off. “Fine,” she announced sternly, running her fingers through her hair to give her a better view of the Southwright’s group before them. 

Cameron turned back to look at Sam and Connor behind her, who nodded solemnly in approval, and took the gun back that she had armed herself with only minutes ago. Once again facing the mysterious group, she cupped her mouth to call out to them again. “We will surrender peacefully if you leave them be.” She raised her hands in the air and forced her boots to carry her forward towards them, unsure of what was to come of it.

As soon as she was half way between each party, two men approached her and grasped each of her arms and brought loaded her into one of the helicopters, then they went for Justin. 

Even the severity of the situation couldn’t keep her from being in awe of the machine that now surrounded her. The vibration of it underneath her, the black interior that was cold to the touch, the wires and switches that fell out in tangles in the cockpit. They sat her down in a seat and strapped her in, then securing her wrists in front of her with a zip tie, so tightly that she winced as they locked it in place. 

Once Justin joined her, the helicopter began to lift off the ground, making her heart race faster and faster as they climbed into the sky. She craned her neck to look out the window behind her, audibly gasping as she looked down at the city far below them. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, and the sight alone was making her eyes water. 

If anything, it was a nice distraction from reality: that they were once again prisoners to an unknown, violent party, with no certainty as to how they’d be treated, or what they even wanted from them. 

Once noticing that the other men in the helicopter were preoccupied, Cameron turned to Justin and leaned her head in close so that they wouldn’t hear her. “What do you think they want with us?” Her eyes darted around to make sure they weren’t listening. “If Avery [i]is[/i] involved, how would she have known that we were here?” 

“Hey!” one of the men toting an assault rifle barked at them. “No talking. Save it for when we land.” 

Cameron rolled her eyes and slumped down in her seat. Whatever was going on, it didn’t look good for either of them.