Keira's eyes widened. Then narrowed them and shouted, "Never!" rather foolishly. Rather than stay and be caught, she made a break for the exit, shoving her way though the crowd. As she launched herself though the doors, something prompted her to look back. What she saw made her eyes widen with surprise: nobody was chasing her.

The old man looked at her with cool eyes. Leaning over, the priest whispered something to him. Keira could only make out one word: Creator. The old man nodded, turning back to Keira.

"You must help us. The Creator says so. Whatever he says happens. Even if you decline, it will still happen. Even if we kill you, it will still happen. Your fate is not your own anymore."

Keira's eyes narrowed. Her fate was not her own? Of course it was. "You speak lies, old man. Nobody can control my fate but me. I will not help you destroy Earth!" She yelled the last word and ran to her right. Right into a black robed guard. The man tackled her, pinning her to the ground. Keira struggled, but it is no use.

"You will help, Keira," the man said.

How does he know my name? Keira asked herself, still trying to get free. Maybe she should stay still...

Keira decides to:

1. Accept the offer. What can she do?
2. Stop struggling and see what happens.
3. Use one of the nifty spy tricks she was taught and hope that it works.

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