Jeremy shook his head and followed Ariana to the bookshelf, running his fingers over the books he had spent the last weeks studying. He saw a flicker from the corner of his eye, and his head quickly snapped in the direction he saw it. But nothing seemed to be there, so he chalked up to nerves. Everyone was scared of leaving campus, unimaginable danger waited for them out there. Jeremy pulled out a couple books and a map, laying them out on the table in the middle of them. "Here is all we know," He gestured to the books sprawled on the wooden table, "and here are the locations." Jeremy pointed to the red dots sporadically marked on the map.

Ambrose stiffened as the subject turned to him, slouching down in mild embarrassment. Alex was right, he was the least experienced out of all of them. But a part of him wanted to stand up for himself, to be stubborn and insisting on going solo. Ambrose pulled himself up and off the chair he had been lounging on. "Yeah, whatever I get it." He said as he joined Caleb's side. "I'll just help out with Caleb." Ambrose sighed inwardly, hating to give in so easily. But it was for the best. There was no point in arguing for his case to go alone, and the pair made a good team anyways. "Let's just move on to what we need to do now."

"Uh right, I don't think I've learned that one yet." Ambrose said, glancing to Caleb for assistance.

Meanwhile, Morgan had been sitting in the corner, listening intently with wide eyes. His mind was racing, trying to connect the dots. Could this all have something to do with the massacre that taken place at the beginning of the school year? And the attacks that had happened since then? Morgan wrote everything he heard down into a small black journal. He suppressed a chuckle to himself, knowing if he made a peep, his cover would be blown. Everything was working out perfectly, and even better yet. Morgan happened to know the location of one the daggers.