Chris was driving around in circles, trying to work out where to go, Frontline was trying to see a pattern in all the mess, and Sub-culture was holding onto his gun and onto the car, suddenly Chris swerved without realising he had, leaving several black lines on the road where Chris had taken the bend, Sub-culture almost flew off, but somehow caught back on, the car slowed down outside Benjamin's house, the blood has vanished, the car sped up again,
"Where are we going?" Frontline asked, then said it again, but louder so Chris could hear him as the speed needle moved a bit past 70,
"Where would you go?" The needle was slowly edging towards 80, and Sub-culture was slowly edging off the back of the car.
"You're three minutes late." Said Cade
"Don't step on the paper, it bites."
Cade's office was a mess, but the paper that covered the floor seemed to make it neater, a dead looking fellow was slowly being covered up by the paper, Cade put his gun down,
"Something about a phantom Pharaoh taking over the world, anyway, do you know your-"
From upstairs there were gun shots, the door to Cade's office flew open and a Ghostland plain trooper walked down several of the steps, he was holding a gun with a weird blade attached to it,
"Don't move or I kill you." He said, the guns that Everyone was holding were slowly lowered,
No one was too sure what happened, but everyone remembered the gun shot, they looked at their weapons, even the Ghostland Plain soldier who was jumping to one side, and then landed heavily on the paper, some of the sheets creased,
"Gahh, get off of me." He sliced a few sheets of paper with his blade, suddenly the paper moved towards him, Chris suddenly couldn't help wonder where the other man had gone, but left the question un-answered,
"He'll be found when he is called for." Said Cade gingerly,
Cade then started to move up the stairs, leaving the rest of them, not including the absent Ghostland plainer,
"Ah yea, almost forgot." He pulled out a whistle, blew it silently twice, "Oi, subject one hundred and thirty three, come here!" A second later, a piece of paper drifted downwards, from the floor, to Cade's waiting had at the top of the stairs,
"I'll never understand." Muttered Chris,
"Best not to." Said Frontline.
"Frontline is right, best not understand it, it involves quite a few thousand numbers." Replied Cade