| "Oh no, no way! What if it's a set up by them?!" he exclaimed. "Trust me Zac, that was the Sergeant in charge of this whole thing - he wouldn't let anyone else in on the case," Ike tried to convince him. "And plus, you've been through this stuff first hand, and you've got the scars to prove it," Taylor added. Zac hesitated. "Come on Zac, they'll trust you," Ike added. "Maybe, but what if I don't trust them?" he pointed out. We hesitated. "Ah... if we can't trust the police, then who can we trust?" I mentioned. "It has happened before," Zac raised his eyebrows, "it's Greg's style." I grinned, remembering I'd said the same thing about what happened. "But this isn't Greg we're talking about. For all we know he could have a totally different strategy," Taylor said, seeming slightly annoyed. "Then again, he might not. Don't forget his little 'followers' used to work with both Greg and Mike," I pointed out. "Thank you," Zac nodded at me. "Doesn't mean I don't think you should go," I added. He sat back. "What if I say 'no'?" he asked, not looking at anyone. "Well who else could go?" Ike asked. Zac glanced at Taylor. "Me? But I was involved in the car chase," he pointed out. "Ah, they don't have anything to identify you by in the car - I mean, something that says you were there," Amy said. "No. Plain no, I can't do it. I don't wanna get involved too much this time," he argued. "We're all involved Tay, we can't help it. And by what Nathan said, they've got their eyes on you already," Ike said. "Exactly, so I'm not going. If it is some kind of set up, I'm not going back," he stated. "But how could it be a set up if it's only the Sergeant? They couldn't know where you'd be meeting," Ike asked. Taylor sat back again. "And how would they know that you go to the cemetery every Tuesday and that you'd be there at that certain time?" he raised his eyebrows. We hesitated again. "We could both go," Zac suggested. "I don't want anything to do with them," Taylor argued. Zac sighed. "Fine! I'll go," he muttered, getting up, 'when and where?" Ike thought. "Tonight, eight o'clock. The nearest school oval," he remembered. "Which is?" he asked. "That primary school near the shopping centre," Ike replied. Then Zac left the room. He was quiet and a tad grumpy for the next few hours, until the time came. Both Amy and I were going to go with him, but we would keep out of sight. He took one of his parent's cars, and slowly began to drive toward the school, with us in the back. "Why am I doing this?" he thought out loud. "Because you're the only one that didn't have a good enough reason not to," I replied. He hesitated. "Ok, we're here," he said, pulling up on the side of the road. "And... there's a police car over the other side of the oval, and a guy in uniform nearby," he added. "Ok, go. And remember what Ike said. Also, don't let your guard down, and if he's not alone, get back," I said. Zac waited for a second, then opened the door and got out. We watched as he pulled up the collar of his jacket, pulled his hat down, sighed, then began to make his way over. The policeman soon saw him approaching. Then they started a conversation. "I thought they would have been arguing by now," Amy said a little while later. At one stage, the policeman was about to put a hand on Zacs shoulder, but Zac was trying to keep the distance between them. We knew he still didn't trust them. It was over in maybe twenty minutes, and Zac turned to leave. But, as his back was turned, the policeman revealed a knife, grabbed Zac, and held it to his neck. They stayed in that position for a moment, then Zac promptly slammed his elbow into the man's chest and, while he was winded, took the chance to make a run for it. The policeman soon recovered and began to run after him. "Dammit! I had a feeling about this," I muttered. "You got a feeling? I'm getting deja vu," Amy replied. Zac made it to the car and got in to start it. "You guys could have at least started it for me!" he exclaimed. "Excuse me but, we're meant to be hiding," Amy replied. Zac sped off as the cop signalled to someone. Soon after, a black car that had been waiting in the trees began to speed after us. "Now I'M getting deja vu!" I exclaimed. "What?!" Zac exclaimed, but had to swerve around another car. Amy clenched her teeth. "Two chases in one day," I murmured. "Different driver," Amy pointed out. "What are you going on about?!" Zac exclaimed. "Just drive!" I ordered. Unlike before, this car was gaining. "Guys... if I don't make it, tell Ike and Tay not to worry," Zac began. "What do you mean if you don't make it?! You're gonna make it Zac," I ordered. Zac gulped, then checked the mirrors. "What did you mean... tell them not to worry?" Amy asked nervously. Zac hesitated. "I meant... they're not gonna kill me," he replied. We hesitated. "We had to watch each other die, remember? It was our punishment," he added. "Don't you dare talk like that, we're gonna come through," I said. He didn't reply. Seconds later, the black car appeared beside us. Zac kept his eye on it. The driver signalled for him to pull over, but Zac shook his head. He swerved to miss another car. But then suddenly, another pulled out in front of us, forcing Zac to brake. And of course, there were cars behind us, so we were trapped. The driver of the other car jumped out weilding a gun. Zac raised his hands, shaking his head, as Amy and I closed ourselves into the boot to wait. We heard the car door open, and the man pulling Zac out. They stopped for a second. "You really were stupid enough to come alone, weren't you? Don't worry, your friends will join you soon." We recognized that voice from somewhere, we were sure. We heard his and Zac's footsteps fade away, car door open and slam, then heard the other car leave. "Dammit, why did it have to be Zac? He's the one that knows how to get out of everything," Amy whispered. "Obviously not this time," I replied. We waited another few minutes to make sure they were gone, then got into the car and began back. Isaac and Taylor didn't take the news too easy. Taylor was pacing the room, Ike sat in a chair and stared at the floor, and Amy and I just watched. "I still can't believe this has even started again. I thought it was all over," Ike murmured. "Everyone did," Amy replied. "I mean, why do they even bother us? It's like a sport to them or something," Taylor exclaimed. "They're taking us down, one by one. They knew that the rest of us were on the run. That's why they took him," I realised. "Then they basically cut off our link to the police," Ike added. "This is proof," Taylor said, pointing, as he headed for the phone. "What?" Amy asked. "This is proof that they're after us again and that we had nothing to do with the robbery," he explained, dialing a number. "Who are you calling?" 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