Imma leave the author note for the last part… for when I actually need to say some stuff… You know, I love author notes. But they make me seem like more of a nutcase than I really am… so… that's one thing bad about them :D Anyways…

The drive to Coil took some time, and we all knew the procedure for it. It was basically just driving, and we didn't talk much, seeing as how I haven't gotten over the fact that I was sitting – was sitting! – in a Eagle.

"Man," I had said when I saw it. "You have a frikkin Eagle?"

Yil shrugged. "Yeah, so?"

"It costs a fortune." I glanced at Yil. "How long have you been at this job?"

Yil grinned. "I'm a millionaire. I can afford a Eagle. Now come on, you don't want to stand there all day. Wanna try the butt warmers?"

"Man," I whispered to myself. "A Eagle."

"Yep," Yil agreed. "I can't believe it either." He said wickedly.

"Shut up!" I said whacking his leg.

"Watch it!" Yil laughed, pretending to swerve and pressing down on the gas harder.

I gasped. "Yow!" I cried, my seatbelt slicing into my chest. "That hurt!"

"Sorry, I forget, you're a girl. My bad."

I glared at him, and that was when we reached a gas station, the station to where we could reach Coil, from the opening that allowed us into the separate places, Tarn, Abscond, Coil, Conflagration, nicknamed the Con, Focal, where most people were, and then, of course, Bliss. "Someday, I hope we get to have a mission to the Bliss, don't you?" I asked Yil dreamily.

Yil glanced at me. "Yeah," he finally said. "I do." But his voice was suddenly filled with sadness.

"Yil," I said hesitantly. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? I can – "

"No," he said tiredly. "You can't do anything. It's in the past. It doesn't matter." It did, though, it did matter. I could tell it in his eyes.

I stared at him, and he stared back. "Well, we should probably get a ticket for Coil," he said breaking the silence. Without waiting for my answer, he got up and left.

Someday, I thought. Someday I will find out what happened, Yil. I'll help you. If it's the last thing I do. I will help you. With that thought, I followed him in, to the heart of chaos.

"What do you mean we can't get to Coil?" Yil shouted.

"I'm sorry sir, it's off limits now, the government is sending someone in to fix a- a problem." The man said awkwardly.

"I am the one the government sent," Yil said. "And I am very, very pissed off right now. A pissed off Wren is not a good thing."

I looked up. Wren? He had said his name was Yil. What is he saying?

"They said a girl." The man said stubbornly. "And prove me wrong, but you are not a girl."

"Damn right," Yil hissed. "But – "

"I think you're looking for me," I said walking into the room.

"And you are?" The man asked.

"I am Amber, and this is my – "

"Boyfriend." Yil said.

I tried to stop my eyebrow from flying into my hairline. Boyfriend? Help me. I'm ready to laugh my ass off. Like Yil would ever date me. "Yes, and I would like it if you didn't have your guards holding him so tightly. I'd hate it if they were gay," I said smiling a little.

"Er, right." The man said. "Fin, Fen, you heard the lady, let him go."

The guards smiled at me before letting Yil go. Yil jerked his arms away, and dusted them off. Knowing Yil, he probably could've fought them off, if it came to a fight, so it was an improvement that Yil only did something harmless, rather than harming anyone. [That… is a very long sentence. Kill me now. JK]

"Hey," one of the guards said. "I'm Fin,"

"And I'm Fen," The other guy quickly added.

I smiled. "I'm Amber," I said and Yil shot me a death glare. "So, can we get a ticket to Coil?" I asked.

"Of course," the first man said and handed me a ticket.

"C'mon Yil," I said and walked out, Yil following me. "What was that about?" I asked Yil.

"I don't know," Yil said shrugging. "I just wanted to make them jealous."

"Over what?" I asked.

Yil raised an eyebrow. "Do you see any other woman around here?"

"Sexist pig," I muttered. "Right! Why did you call yourself Wren, Yil?"

"Well, I was under the belief that you should tell partners your real name, not just code. My code name is Wren."

"But when I asked, you said it was Yil! And that it was code!" I protested. "Besides, does that mean I have to tell you my real name?"

Yil thought for a minute. "No, you don't have to," he finally said. "But I would appreciate the mutual respect, in knowing the real names."

I didn't want to tell him. I didn't know why. I just didn't want to. "Well, my code name is Amber. You could always call me that." I said.

Yil smiled and then we reached the passageway. "You've done this before, right?" Yil asked me.

"Of course, I've been to Tarn and Abscond, remember? Why?"

Yil smiled sadly. "I had a partner… Well, she didn't really like the passageways. Got sick every time. I've taken to keeping a barf bag next to the passenger seat for her."

"Oh," I said. A partner? Where was she?

Noticing my glance, he said, "She's dead." He then refused any other type of conversation. "Oh, and the other day? Technically I can't be a bitch, seeing as how I'm not female. But if you need any evidence of that, just ask me." Yil winked suggestively.

I sighed, and turned away. "Let's just get on with it," I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back into the seat.

Yil laughed. "Sure thing, baby."

"Damn you," I muttered under my breath.

"I love you too, baby. I love you too," Yil said and snickered, before I yanked my seatbelt off, walked to his door, yanked out the ticket, and fed it to the machine. Slowly, I walked back in.

"Floor the gas," I said.

Yil raised an eyebrow. "Okay," and he did that. We flew through the doorway, into misty, gray swirls and we tumbled around. I threw my arms into the air. "This is the life!" I yelled.

Yil smiled, and copied me. "Wooopeeeeee!" he yelled. He looked so carefree; I wanted to take a picture of him.

The Passageway was like a doorway, but you needed a ticket to your destination. You feed the ticket into the ticket machine, and it tells the Passageway where you want to go. When the opening shines green, you drive into the murky place, and inside, it is really gray and wispy, and your sparrow, eagle, or whatever, tumbles a lot, and it feels like a roller coaster, and in the end of the tunnel is another doorway, and if, like us, you needed to go to Coil, the Passageway automatically opens and connects to Coil's door way and then you fly through. So, the ticket is everything. It's the reason why the Passageway is so foolproof, because the gas station, is heavily armed, has steel/bullet proof foundations and walls, and is, therefore, impossible to get into. And to get in, there are a lot of codes and systems and checking, and if you pass all of that, you have to know where the keyhole is. And only the Keepers know where it is, along with having the Key in their possession. See? Foolproof.

Yil's Eagle tumbled through the opening and landed hard on the broken terrain. "Not a great place, eh?"

"Yeah," I said nodding. "Because of the winds. It's really hard on the ground. Even Abscond is better than here. Here, even the sky is gray! The color of tornadoes, and wind storms," I observed.

We sat in silence, looking around at our surroundings. Yil's phone beeped. Snatching it, he looked at the screen. "Well, here's more info on our mission," he remarked to me. "And Bossy says hi and that as mad as he is at you, he has provided the clothing and your Sparrow."

I nod. "He is pretty mad at me. And like I told him, I didn't know that being an Agent meant fashion shows."

Yil looked impressed. "You said that?"

I nod. "Why?"

"Man, I've been dieing to tell him, just didn't have the guts, you know? Besides, I'm not that good with Dream, don't know what she sees in him."

"Same," I said shaking my head and agreeing. "I mean, Bossy is just… Bossy."

Yil smirked. "Yeah, bossy. And annoying, stupid, scary, among other traits."

"You can text Bossy back, right?" I asked Yil. At his nod, I continued. "Really? Well text him this: Tell Dream we said Hi, and to tell us of all the juicy details of your date. Have fun! Love, Amber and Yil." I said smirking.

"Do we need the love part?" Yil whined.

I glared at him. "If you won't, I will." I said reaching for the phone.

"Jeez, baby! I'll do it, just hands off my phone. It's special." Yil said rubbing his phone on his chest.

I laughed. "Right, whatever. But after rubbing it on your chest, I'm pretty sure I don't wanna touch it, even if you begged me to."

Yil's eyes lit up mischievously. "Yil," I said anxiously. "Whatever your planning on doing, don't, cuz I'm pretty sure it won't be – "

"You won't touch my phone? Man, that's insulting!" He said, interrupting me.

"Yeah, um – "

"Touch it, Jade is sad now," he said holding his phone out.

I gaped at him. "You named your phone Jade?"

"Yeah? Touch it," Yil said shoving it into my face.

"Make me."

"Okay," he reached for my hand.

My hand flew to one of my throwing knives. "Come any closer and – " But I didn't get to finish my sentence because Yil didn't let me. His hand shot forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling it closer to him and I fell into his lap. He pried my fingers open and jammed Jade into it.

"Aha!" he said laughing maliciously. "You're holding it! You're holding it!" he taunted.

"Whatever!" I said and crossed my arms and stuck my nose up into the air.

"You're still holding it," Yil pointed out.

"Yow!" I shrieked and immediately dropped it, but it landed in my lap anyway.

"Here," Yil said pointing at the phone. "Keep Jade, unless you don't want it."

I gaped at him. "But it looks so expensive," I said, gently picking it up.

"So? Millionaire, remember?" Joked Yil. "Keep it, I've been wanting a phone from… From Coil, since forever," he lied.

"You're lying."

"Yeah, I am. Just keep it. A welcome-to-Coil gift," Yil said smiling down on me.

"You said it was your first time here, too. Shouldn't you get a gift too?"

Yil shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't need one."

"I insist."

Yil grinned, that devilish light in his eyes again. "No, I mean don't whatever you – " Again, I was cut off from saying the rest of my sentence because at that moment, with me in his lap, Yil leaned down and kissed me.

I broke the kiss and scrambled off of Yil's lap. "C'mon, let's go to the hotel," I said and looked out the window, my face beet red. I glared at Yil. "And it better be two rooms or Imma kill you," I said to him.

Yil smirked. "Don't worry, baby. It's two rooms. But if you want me to have a key to your room so we could…" Yil trailed off and wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I ignored him.

Unexpectedly, Yil took a sharp left and entered a lot. "We're here," he said and was about to stop his Eagle when I jumped out. It was a big mistake though, for he was just starting his decent and I ended up falling 6 feet. I tucked into a ball and rolled, then ran up to my Sparrow I had glanced upon entering the lot. "Lucy!" I cried throwing my arms around my sparrow and hugging it, as best I could. [Okay, that was made on the spot]

Yil grinned and walked over. "You just miss your sparrow so much, eh?" he teased.

"Hell yeah! Now that I finally got my own sparrow, and I don't need to borrow my parents', of course I missed my Sparrow!"

"Lucy?"

I looked up. "Yeah, I named – "

But Yil wasn't looking at my sparrow; he was looking at a girl in hotel dress walking over.

"Yil," she said when she reached us.

He did a guy nod.

"Nice to see your keeping… Such great company," she wrinkled her nose at my sparrow. "Is this what you've become, once Elana and Brale disowned you?"

"Well I'm sorry if all I could afford was a Sparrow! At least it's better – " Yil elbowed me in the side.

"Not everyone can afford a Eagle, Lucy," he said quietly.

"Oh, she talks. A feisty one at that," Lucy mocked. "Might even be fiercer than Lana," she said and this time, Yil bristled.

"Don't bring her up with me," he hissed.

"I think I prefer your airhead girlfriends," Lucy continued tossing her pink hair back. Another pinky [you know, blondies, pinkies?]

Yil said nothing.

"Who are you with this time?" Lucy asked. None too nicely, I must add. "Karli? Reni?"

"You know I broke up with them," Yil growled.

"When?" Now Lucy was inspecting her nails.

"Yesterday," Yil looked away.

"What?" I asked. "What time?"

Yil looked guilty. "After work."

I made a disgusted noise and then stormed away. I was mad for those girls. How dare Yil be like that with any type of female? If he had a girlfriend, couldn't he be more modest with women? He should watch his actions around us, I thought. I vaguely remembered I had left my things in Yil's Eagle. Screw him, I thought. Carry it. I walked into the hotel doors that were opened by a male in a blue outfit. It looked fancy. "Do you have a pool around here?" I asked. "And with a shop that sells swimsuits?" I asked the girls at the reception desk.

The girl smiled sweetly. "Of course, Hon," she popped her gum. "Just downstairs and the first door on the right." The girl stopped, noticed my hair, and added, "And orange suits you, pink too." She winked.

I thanked her and entered the elevator. Yil would have a fun time flirting with her, I thought bitterly. I jabbed the button for the first floor, and following the girl's directions, I soon found a shop with a large display of beautiful swimsuits. Randomly grabbing an orange bikini with pink stripes on it, I headed into one of the dressing rooms. After making sure nothing showed, I walked out to look at myself in the mirror. I thought it looked pretty good on me.

"Hey," a silky and utterly disgusting voice said behind me. "You look good," the stranger said, his eyes roamed freely over my chest and a bit farther south. Damn him.

"Hello," I said politely, crossing my arms and legs. "Do you know how much money this swimsuit costs?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yep, about 40 Imogens," he said.

I gave him a fifty Imogen slip. "Keep the change," I said as I ripped the tag off and walked to the pool.

The pool was huge, and there was quite a few people swimming in it. The hot tub looked very appealing, so I walked over and slipped in, my eyes glancing at the window and – out.

"Crap," I muttered seeing Yil and Lucy still talking. I guess this hotel was one of those better, newer ones, where the pool or other entertainment places revolved and moved around. I sunk down lower into my seat, hoping Yil wouldn't notice me.

"Hey, Orange, what's your name?" This obnoxious man was sidling up to me. Gross.

"Hey, Fatty, what's your name?" I retorted, not bothering with being civil.

Fatty only grinned. "Not Fatty, though."

"And I'm not Orange." I walked away.

"Awww, come on, Orange – "

I glared at him. "Don't call me that," I hissed and walked to the main pool, seeing there was more people there, I had more of a chance staying away from the obnoxious fatty.

This time, nobody with brains bothered me. The brain-less freaks were all scared away from me, except when another annoying tap on my shoulder caused me to moan quietly to myself. "Whaddaya want?" I muttered.

"Do I make you moan so much?" A silky familiar voice asked me. Yil! Oh crap! I thought except when I looked up at the newcomer, I realized that they were either Goth, or emo.

"Sorry," I said smiling a little. "It's just that I don't like being annoyed to hell, when I'm trying to relax and enjoy myself here, you know?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, people give me death looks, just cuz I look different." He raised his arms above his head and stretched. I noticed the tiny cuts on his arm. Okay, definitely emo.

"So, emo?" I asked just to make sure.

"Yeah, even though they say emo dudes are gay, because emo chicks are fat, I haven't really experienced a certain, you know, urge to like throw myself at some emo dude," he shrugged.

"What's your name?" I asked. "Mine's Amber."

Emo grinned at me. "I'm Djason. So how long are you gonna stay around in this hotel?" he asked me.

"I don't know. My, err, friend and I are staying till we get some stuff checked out." I shrugged. "And besides," my famous death glare, another reason I was recruited, scared the shit out of Djason. Or was supposed to, if Nosra was perfect place. Sadly, it wasn't. "I was planning on staying here until, I don't know, maybe next year. Thanks for ruining my time here," I said sarcastically, earning a grin from Djason.

"Like your cute little glare," he said casually.

"It's not cute. It's scary, and scares dudes shitless," I replied.

"It's cute."

"Shittily scary."

"Shittily? That's not a word." [According to spell check, Djason wins.]

"Well I used it, so therefore, it's a real word. If you don't believe me, check out my phone," I said pulling my waterproof phone out of my… err… Never mind, you didn't need to know where. I just have a phone, okay? "Here," I said giving my phone to Djason.

He searched for the word, and then blinked in surprise. It says shittily is a word," he remarked.

"What a genius," I muttered, and then winked so he knew I was just teasing.

"How did you do that?" he asked me.

"How did I do what? I'm a genius, that's how. I mean, if you were referring to how I mad shittily into – " I broke off. "I mean – "

"I told you so, you probably had one of those newer versions, and everyone's going off about that right?" Djason said referring to my phone.

"Yeah," I muttered sheepishly. And that was when Yil came in.

"What the hell Amber?" he growled when he saw us. "Where did you go?"

"Finally done quarreling with Lucy? Get back together with – Karli? Reni?" I said casually.

Yil looked pained. "Listen, I'm sorry, Amber. If you're mad – "

"Well of course I'm mad!" I hissed. "I don't like players, you know."

Yil blinked. "I'm not a – "

"Then what do you mean – "

Djason spoke up. "You broke up with Karli? And Reni? Man, I would've loved to see that," Djason said.

Yil and I both turned simultaneously to stare at Djason. "What?" he asked a bit self-consciously.

"You know Yil?" I asked at the same time Yil asked, "You know Djason?" he hesitated when he said the name Djason.

"Yes, I know Yil; he's my friend, best friends, in fact. Anyways, yes, Yilz. Amber knows me too," Djason grinned and Yil sighed, and then grinned back.

"Wow," I said. "Yil, you look like the perfect little angel boy while – "

Yil continued for me. "Djason looks like the perfect devil's son? The emo kid? The out – "

"Thanks, man. Such high praise coming from AngelBoy," Djason grinned.

Yil slugged him. "So, it looks like it's getting late, we should go," he said referring to me and I glared my Death Glare at him. He looked slightly flustered. "So, Djason, see you at dinner, then? Room 403."

"Wait, you were talking about Yilz?" Djason asked me.

"When?"

"When you said you had some business to take care of. With your friend," he added.

I grinned. "Well, you see – "

Djason grinned widely. "Well, you two have fun! Don't get pregnant on me," he said to me and I blushed while Yil laughed. "I like admiring a not-too-fat girl, with orange hair."

"I'm not skinny?" I growled, slightly pissed.

"Nah, I just mean you're not one of those despicable sticks. The perfect, model bod," he said to me and I blushed again. Yil's smile looked strained. "Looks like Yil's got a little crushy," he whispered to me and Yil's eyebrow started twitching. "I'm just kidding, Yilz! Jeez."

"See you at dinner, Djason!" I called as I grabbed Yil's arm and left to get to Room 403.

When we got there, I gasped. But not because Yil and I had to share the room, and that it was spacious, had two king-sized beds, had a bathroom, and a kitchen, no, I gasped because the Lucy-Bitch was there.
Yil looked murderous. I had to agree, I wanted to throttle her too.

So… what should I say? I'm writing this, finishing this, at 12:02 AM, about to get kicked off of the computer, and I have nothing to say? Hmmm, that's not me! How about: WTF? I'm sorry I updated so slow… Not that anybody cares… But still! It's 12:02! AM! Does anybody feel even an ounce of sympathy to me? If you do, you know, there's an option for you. You could tell me that in a REVIEW! Sorry, simply pointing it out. Aren't you the least bit curious at what the REVIEW button does? Hmmm? Well, why dontcha find out?

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