Alex looked up at the rundown building standing before her with her heart beating in her throat. The cold October air was the only thing stopping her from sweating at the prospect of seeing Liam again.
“Well if it isn’t my favorite baby sister!” she heard from behind her, Liam’s voice had dropped a little since she had last seen him. “It’s about time you got here. I’ve been waiting for three days.”
She turned to see his familiar smile, sitting in the center of a patchy beard.
“I’m your only sister, dumbass,” she replied with a smile before she ran to hug him. His arms opened as she slammed into him at full speed. Even a full head taller than her she felt him take a step back to catch himself. “I missed you!”
“I missed you, too,” he said, “come inside. We have a lot to talk about.”
She released her grip on him and followed him as he walked casually up to the house and let himself in, “I found this place abandoned a few months back and moved in. It’s my own personal haven.”
Alex’s mind filled with the thousands of questions she had forgotten she had when she initially saw him. The biggest of which she couldn’t stop from exiting her mouth as soon as it popped into her head.
“Where the hell have you been?” she demanded.
“I spent a year here in Maine, then moved on to Maryland, then Colorado, and finally Mexico. I just came back when I found what I needed to clear us,” he said as he led her to the back of the house.
“Clear us?” Alex repeated, “The accident happened five years ago, and we were cleared in less than a month.”
“You don’t know what Feralon did, do you?” Liam asked stopping to look at her, “Wait. Are you an agent now?”
“Yes, I’m an agent, and Race is a House manager,” she said, “What do you mean ‘what Feralon did?’ He’s the reason we were cleared.”
“It’s so much more than that, Alex. He’s evil. Corrupt. Plotting against the Order and everything it stands for so he can complete some objective I haven’t quite figured out yet, but it’s big. Like really big,” he said as he turned the corner and opened a set of French doors covered in peeling, faded paint.
Alex looked on in awe as she saw every inch of the walls were covered in papers and newspapers. On the various broken pieces of furniture, she could see stacks of books. Food containers were strewn on the floor in every corner, and a flicker of movement confirmed the theory just forming in her head. He was living with rodents. Her eyes fell on a stack of leather-bound books tucked away under what looked like a leaky roof.
“Where did you get those?” she asked pointing, “Those belong in the archives!”
“Nevermind those, you have to see what I’ve found!” he said.