*Thomas King's POV:

"Shit" Isabella mumbled. We were in deep trouble. Deep, deep trouble.

"Sir, I can assure you we were only here to see planes land and take off. Nothing more" I lied, trying to reason with the man as I walked up to him. This guy was almost a foot taller than me. Sadly, I was 5"9. He had to be around about 6"6. I couldn't really make out his features because it was so dark. But from what I could see, the man was wearing a pilot uniform, his skin was olive toned, and he was Caucasian.

"Then why were you trying to climb the gate, and trying to steal a plane to go to some Island?"

We paused in fear. Our mouths were open as we tried to think of something to say.

"Look, please don't call the police. We don't mean any harm at all. We just need to rescue our loved ones and-"

"And if that is the case, a public airport is not the way to do it. I think you forgot the fact that the system tracks where airplanes and jets go. You'll have to rent a private jet" the man explained.

"But we don't have any money to rent a private jet" I stated sadly in desperation.

"Well that's not my problem. Either save up or get a loan from a bank" The pilot said sternly as he shook his head. His eyes and his flashlight then turned to Noah. Immediately, his whole facial expression changed from stern and serious, to amazed and shocked.

"Noah? Is-is that you?" He asked, a small smile forming in his face.

"Do-do I know you?" Noah asked in confusion. The man turned the flashlight to himself.

I was able to make out more features, like how bulky he was. He was a brunette, and his cheeks and chin were covered by a thick but short beard. His left eye was permanently shut, and a scar went across the eyelid. His scar looked old, as if he was badly injured a long time ago.

"It's me, Trevor."

Noah's eyes grew big as a slight chuckle came from him. They grew teary as he slowly approached "Trevor".

"Trevor? Is that you? I thought you were dead. I thought they killed you."

Noah and Trevor began sharing a meaningful hug.

"They tried to torture me by slicing me to death, but I gladly escaped" Trevor sighed as he pulled away from the hug. He lifted his sleeve to reveal his scars that stretched across his right arm. Those scars were everywhere.

"They left me to bleed out and die in the wilderness. But lucky, I escaped before they could come back to check if I was dead. I don't go by Trevor anymore. I go by Jared now. I had to change my name. I must protect my true identity, otherwise, they will find me and kill me. I don't have any family to go to, so I started my life over, changed my look and became a pilot" he explained as he lowered his sleeve.

"Who will try to kill you?" Isabella asked with crossed arms.

Trevor looked Isabella and I up and down.

"Are these your kids?" Trevor asked.

"No, they are Danny's childhood friends, but yes they are with me. We need a plane to travel to Vulcan Island. Danny and several kids are there to destroy the headquarters. We're basically offering them a ride home" Noah explained.

"I'm sorry, they are where?! Do you realize how dangerous that Island is?! You better pray to God that they're still alive! Even W.E.A employees wouldn't dare step foot in that place. I should know, I used to be one."

"You worked for W.E.A?" I and Isabella yelled in surprise.

"Shh!" Noah and Trevor shushed loudly.

"Look, I know where you guys can find a small jet. There's a plane junkyard about a half an hour from here. We can find a decent one and go from there. They even have some fuel for the planes. I will take you to Vulcan Island and back, but just under one condition..." Trevor whispered as he looked around. "Meeting me never happened. This never happened. After this, do not speak of me or anything. Don't even mention me to strangers."

I looked at Thomas and we looked at Noah. He sighed in disappointment but pulled himself together.

"Deal" he responded as he hand-shake Trevor. Me and Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Alright, let's go now. My car is over near the front of the parking lot. I'll explain everything that happened to me on our way to the island" Trevor said, guiding us to follow him as he walked away towards the parking lot.

"Good, because we have some things to tell you as well" Noah said as we followed behind.

We followed him to the front of the airport and hopped into his red Toyota truck. Noah sat in the front with Trevor and I sat in the back with Bella.

"Wait, don't you have to work?" I asked in confusion.

"Nope. I just got off. On my way out of the airport, I saw you three near the gate" Trevor replied as he started his car. He slowly drove out of his parking space. "Okay, about these kids with Danny at Vulcan Island, what are their names and how old are they?"

"Their names are Gaia, Shimizu, Robin and Beval. They are all fourteen" I answered. "But Gaia turned fifteen this pass January."

"There are three other kids with them. One is a fifteen-year-old French girl named Kimberly, the other is a thirteen-year-old Saudi Arabian boy named Mohammed. The third is a twelve-year-old, Native American girl named Katie. Katie's older sister was killed during a revolt of an extermination camp" Noah explained to Trevor.

"Wow, that is unfortunate" he replied, shaking his head in disappointment.

Me and Isabella looked at each other in confusion. "They have other kids with them?" Isabella asked.

"Yes. Oh, and Gaia fainted the day they arrived to my underground home" Noah turned to me.

"What?!" I screamed.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She just had a huge fever from those few days of being out in the cold doing labor work at the camp. Unfortunately, a couple of the others were a little sick too" Noah sighed as he shook his head.

"They were better when they left for Vulcan Island. Tom, Bella, they pretty traumatized from being at the camp. I am sure they saw things no child or teen should ever see. When I first met them, they were sick, wet, cold, dirty and smelly. But what stood out to me was the branding wound each had on their arm. It was the number of the cabin they were staying in. By the looks of that wound, it's not going to heal anytime soon."

Tears began to flow down from my eyes as I listened to Noah tell us the things my little sister and her friends faced.

"Does Danny have a phone? Can we contact him?" Isabella asked in desperation.

"Sadly no, and even if I can contact him, I cannot have a smartphone, the government might realize I am still alive and track me down" Noah answered apologetically. "Danny doesn't have his phone with him. He told me the F.E.M.A guards took it before taking him to the camp.

"Wait, you're in hiding from the government too?" Trevor asked in surprise as he started approaching the beltway.

Noah explained everything about why he went into hiding, he even explained the things that Danny said would happen in the near future. He explained everything from the extermination that is happening now, to World War 3.

"So, all of this will be happening soon?! Is there anything you can do to stop it?!" Trevor asked, freaked out about this situation as he was trying to focus on driving.

"All we can do for now is protect ourselves by staying in that shelter" I sighed.

"So, this nuclear shelter will protect you?" Trevor asked, a little shaken up.

"Yes, we plan to stay there until everything dies down with the extermination. Majority of the people there are either experimented or are parents of the experimented" Isabella answered truthfully.

"Unfortunately, Isabella, it doesn't look like things will die down anytime soon" Noah spoke up in disappointment, bursting her bubble.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Remember? We will have a period where there will be world peace and the new world order which will happen at the same time for about three years, but then we will have another world war. Both, except for World War 3 will be caused by the United Nations and it will be done on purpose. The main goal is population control. They have been planning this for decades" Noah explained.

"God, we are fucked" Trevor muttered to himself.

After about fifteen more minutes of driving and explaining to Trevor everything I and Noah knew of, he finally announced where we were.

"We should be approaching the junkyard in about five or ten minutes" Trevor announced, causing Isabella to stop dozing off. The car began turning right into a dirt road and kept going straight for what seemed like a mile.

I stared out of the window, searching for any signs of planes. Moments went by before I could see it. We were finally approaching an old abandoned plane junkyard. Even though it was still dark and around 3 am, I could see pieces of the planes, scattered in thirty feet high piles. The planes that weren't in pieces or piles and looked to be in good shape was to the far right of the junkyard. The other planes nearest to the piles on the far left looked rusty and run down.

At the very beginning of the junkyard, Trevor stopped the car and turned off the engine.

"Alright, here's the plan, me and Noah will check out the intact planes to see if they are safe to fly, and you two will find some fuel that we can use for the trip. Our goal is to find a plane that is in good shape and can hold twelve or more people" Trevor explained. Suddenly, a good question came to my mind.

"How exactly can we find a good plane if the reason why these planes are even here in the first place is because they are old and run down?" I asked Trevor, trying to make sense of this whole thing.

"They may also dump a plane here if it's still fly-able, but what matters is its age. When it comes to planes, the creators always update them and may dump out what is not needed anymore" Trevor answered, looking back at me as he winked.

I slowly nodded before I, along with Isabella got out of the car from the left side.

"I would check over there in the pile of junk for any jet fuel" Trevor suggested to me and Bella as we entered the place.

Me and Isabella went to the left of the junkyard while Noah and Trevor went to the right. We turned on our flashlights and got to work, searching through piles and piles of debris and pieces for what felt like thirty-five minutes. It got to a point where me and Isabella had to split up. I searched a pile, even riskily climbed up to the very top to search for any fuel, but I couldn't find anything.

"It's no use, there's no fuel anywhere, just junk and such. How will we ever find anything in this huge junky-"

I stopped talking as I heard Isabella shout my name.

"Thomas! Over here!" She shouted.

"Coming!" I shouted back as I stepped away from the pile. Because it was so cold, I clenched the black coat I was wearing.

"Thomas!" She called out again. I started running to the sound of her voice.

She was near the very edge of the left side of the junkyard, it took a minute just to locate her. As I flashed my light into her direction, I could see she was going into what looked like a small cabin. It looked like the ones that are usually in the backyard of houses. When the light from my flashlight caught her attention, she turned her head to me.

"Isabella, what are you doing?!" I asked her, trying to hide my nervousness as I approached her from behind.

"There is a bunch of fuel in here, come look!" Isabella said in excitement as she flashed her light inside and entered the cabin. Inside of the cabin were shelves filled with large containers of jet fuel, some bigger than others, some a little smaller. We needed a jet large enough for 12 or more people, so we didn't need a big container.

"Which ones do we take?" I asked, standing near the door as I flashed my light around.

"We should take two medium sized ones. Our plane will not be that big. We don't need any of the large ones. Plus, the large ones would be too heavy to carry. We would have to roll them" Isabella explained as we stared at the large, three-and-a-half foot tall containers of fuel. The medium sized containers were about two feet big. The small ones were only a foot tall.

"Come on, hurry, we are wasting time!" Isabella rushed me as she turned off her flashlight and placed it deep in her coat pocket. She crouched down and grabbed a medium-sized container of jet fuel before walking out of the cabin. "Go grab another one!"

I turned off my flashlight and grabbed one. I grunted as I stood up straight and carried it over my shoulder. I was surprised at how heavy they were.

It was a seven-minute walk back over the junkyard's entrance. We sighed in relief as we placed the containers of fuel down on the ground before catching our breaths.

"Should we go look for Noah and Trevor?" Isabella asked me in exhaustion as she placed her hair into a ponytail.

"Yeah, we can go find them and tell them we've found some fuel" I nodded, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention-" Isabella claimed. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight hug. I gladly returned it.

"Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for being brave, but also being the nervous wreck I know and love."

Those kind words made me smile, and I hugged her even tighter.

"You are my best friend Isabella, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you" I replied before we finally broke the hug. Right as we were about to walk, we paused as we heard what sounded like a faint screeching sound of a plane readying its engine.

"You hear that?" I asked her.

"They must've found a plane! It sounds like it's coming from the very back of the right side. Let's grab these containers and go!"

Isabella and I grabbed the containers off the ground and brisk walked past piles of junk and pieces of planes that were scattered all over the ground. The sound was growing louder and louder as we kept going. My shoulder was aching from the fuel, so I carried it in front of my chest.

We passed by planes, some big, some small, some army planes, others were just ordinary planes. My eyes wondered in amazement as we passed by these magnificent vehicles. The younger me would've been screeching in happiness right about now.

As we kept walking towards the noise, we saw the small, white jet that was responsible for making the sound. It was on a dirt pathway at the end of the junkyard, facing down a long pathway I assumed was for the "worthless planes" to land and to be dropped off to this place. People were so wasteful.

The jet had red, blue and white lights coming from its wings. I could see Noah checked around the jet to make sure everything was alright. Trevor was inside, in the cockpit getting everything ready to go.

"Hey! Hey!" We shouted, trying to get Noah's attention. The jet was too loud, he couldn't hear us.

Together, we started running closer towards the jet, once we were close enough, about sixty meters away, we placed the containers down. We took out our flashlights and turned them on, then waved them around as we shouted. It took a minute, but we finally got Noah's attention. I could see him smiling as we waved us over. Happily, we grabbed the containers and headed over. The sound of the jet's engine was deafening to say the least, but I learned to deal with it as I got older.

"We have some fuel!" I shouted to him, trying to talk to Noah over the loud screeching of the engine.

"Good, get inside!" He shouted back as he shoved me up the staircase that was coming from the jet's door.

Me and Isabella hurried inside and was quickly greeted by Trevor coming from the cockpit.

"So, what do you think?" He asked us.

We looked around. There were about sixteen seats in the plane, eighteen if you count the cockpit seats. The seats were a blueish gray and it didn't look too bad. It decent if you'd asked me.

"Wait, how is this plane going? I thought we needed fuel" I said in confusion.

"We found some near a cabin on the right side of the junkyard. The good news is that our plane is in good shape, full on gas and is pretty decent in size" Trevor said proudly. "You can place the fuel near the back. We will definitely need it for our trip back home."

Me and Isabella strolled over to the back of the jet, our eyes wondered around in the process. We placed the fuel right next to the bathroom door and walked back. Isabella curiously went inside of the cockpit to look around.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Oh crap! We forgot the food, water and medicine in the car!" I shouted as I face-palmed myself.

"No need, Noah got them for you. They're all in a closet near the back of the jet, near the last row of seats" Trevor pointed.

"Phew!" I sighed in relief.

Noah started coming up the staircase and into the jet.

"Everything's clear and good" He said to Trevor with a thumbs up.

"Perfect, okay everyone, find a seat and put on your seat belts. This isn't a smooth pathway, it will get a little bumpy, but the weather will be good for the next few days so there's no need to worry about rain or snow" Trevor explained from the cockpit. He pressed a button that folded the staircase and closed off the jet's door.

Without any hesitation, we found a place to sit. Me and Isabella sat in the front row seat on the left side of the jet and Noah sat front row on the right, staring out the window. Isabella took window seat as well.

I looked at her. Her leg was twitching as she bit her nails.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She looked at me and placed her hands down on her lap.

"I'm scared. What if this plane crashes or doesn't take off or land properly?" She questioned in fear, clenching on to her arms.

"It will, it will" I comforted. "You have to believe."

"Trevor and I checked this plane inside and out four times in a row. Everything is still in good shape and this plane is not too old" Noah spoke, hearing our conversation. "It should take a little over fifteen hours to reach Vulcan Island. We will be okay."

Isabella gulped and nodded, taking in what Noah had to say.

"Stop being such a nervous wreck" I teased her.

"Shut up" She slightly giggled as she elbowed me.

Three minutes later, the plane started moving. It went slow at first and gradually moved faster and faster down the long pathway. It was immensely a bumpy ride. Isabella bit her lips as she hung on to my arm and closed her eyes tightly. I hung on to the handles of my seat, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm myself down. I quietly prayed that everything would turn out well.

And it did. Thank god.

The plane started taking off nice and smoothly. It took a lot of courage, but Isabella hesitantly lifted the blinds of the window. The trees below grew smaller and smaller and we could see the lights and outlines of buildings from afar. We flew passed highways and streets filled with tiny cars and trucks.

"The time now is 4:28 am. We should be there by 7:30 pm or so!" Trevor yelled from the cockpit.

Isabella let out a happy chuckle as she placed her hand on the glass window, looking down on our home state of California.

"We did it! We did it! Our plan worked!" Isabella cheered loudly as she raised her fist in the air in victory. Me and Noah smiled at her.

"Kids, here we come" Noah sighed to himself as he laid back in his seat and started to rest.

I was too excited and happy to rest. We made it so far and to still be going, I was as happy as can be.