((I think getting moving may be the best move here, actually. We can timeskip between threads))
Situation under control. The people causing trouble hit the road, after being all sullen and threatening. Aaron didn't even flinch as the boy pointed the gun at him and brandished the sword (a nice sword, Aaron realized he wanted a sword), no matter how much he was inclined to to. No, he had to maintain his composure, had to stay unshakable, and this guy would never shoot him, not with this size of group around. Nobody outside the group could know that Aaron had the only gun in it.
Gunslinger boy scratched something into the ground, but Aaron was just so sick of this stuff that he ignored it completely. Aileen turned up, noting that the area seemed to be rather poor in terms of security. Wow, what a totally astute observation. No way Aaron could have guessed that from the half dozen sideshow freaks crawling out of the vents, the hordes of dangerous and questionable people on their way here from everywhere, emerging from the sewers, the back alleys, and seemingly even spontaneous generation.
Aileen was suggesting another house, or helping Bounce. No, that wouldn't do. Aaron was sick of this little town, sick of everything here, sick of these surprises. He'd feel better out in the wilderness again. Better once there was some space between him and everything going down here.
There were a couple little things he still had to do before moving out, though. Then he'd be ready to kiss this place farewell forever. They'd be clear of this island in a few days' time. No problem.
"Agreed, Aileen," he said. "We'll get out of here in a sec. Just got one last thing I need, if my plan's going to pan out."
Richard came up, asking where Tom was. Great. Aaron was not going into that little sob story again, no way, not with the tension thick in the air, not with everything seemingly ready to explode at any second. So good thing Lily was handling it. Anyways, if she was willing to give Tom the detail he needed, to repeat the important parts of Aaron's story, that would lend the whole thing some awesome authenticity. Hear something from one person, it's rumor or biased information. Hear it from two, and it starts to sound an awful lot like fact.
Bounce was absolutely set on going off to her meeting. She still hadn't named the person she was linking up with, but that was fine. Aaron figured it would be Alice. Then again, she'd likely have just said that. Aaron knew Alice, knew she could... well, okay, of Aaron's friends, he'd probably trust her least, all things considered. Nothing personal, just her sort. Always the quiet ones.
Irrelevant. What mattered now was that Bounce had made a request and a suggestion. She'd be bringing more people to the group. that was a very good thing. Also, having her along would improve their chances greatly. Once they got their collars off, she'd be their mastermind, teaching them how the terrorists thought, what the students in past versions had done to beat them (because didn't they throw a couple terrorists onto the island each season or something? That was just what Aaron needed right now).
It was time to get things done here. Time to get moving.
"I think we're going to head into the woods for a bit, Bounce," Aaron said. "I've got a few ideas I want to check the viability of. After that, I think we'll hit the sawmill, see if there's anything there left to dig up. Should be a day or two, if you want to hook up again there. Let Will and Alice know if you see them, okay?"
And then, surprising himself, he added, "And hey, watch out. I know you know your way around here, but make sure to stay safe, okay? Don't let anyone get the drop on you. We need you."
That handled, Aaron turned back to his team and said, "Hang on a sec, guys. I've got one little thing to take care of still."
Ducking into the house, Aaron went to the opposite side from the stairs, gun kept out, watching carefully to make sure he was in the clear. He gave the kitchen a cursory glance, then slipped in, rummaging the drawers as quickly as he could. Had to be here somewhere. Somewhere. Yes.
Two pairs of rubber gloves, the sort used for washing dishes. Awesome. Just one more thing, then.
A scan of the kitchen revealed that anything at all like a knife had been taken. There was, however, a nice stainless steel salad spoon, about the length of Aaron's forearm. He grabbed it, leaned down near a power outlet, gave the area another glance, and then knocked a hole in the thin drywall, making a fist-sized opening. Perfect. The power to the island had been cut, so he'd be perfectly safe with what he was about to do.
Reaching in, Aaron grabbed a handful of wire, then yanked as hard as he could, and started wrapping it around the huge spoon. Once he had about ten feet each of the five or so wires in the clump (a process which tore up the wall even more) he pulled them to the refrigerator, a nice, heavily built model. He hooked the bundle through the gap between fridge and door, so the wires were caught in the hinges at a thin point. Another moment found a stiff enough fork to brace in the hinge.
Three good slams of the door drove the handle of the fork into the thin wires, weakening them to the point that Aaron could break them by hand.
He had moved quickly. The whole process had taken no more than four minutes. Stashing the wrapped spoon and the gloves, Aaron headed back outside, moving quickly, still paranoid that the guy from before would come crashing through a window, guns blazing. He glanced around. As far as he could tell, no one had died in his absence.
"Got it. Let's get going. I'll fill you in once we're away from here."
And with that, it was time to move again, time to put this cursed, chaotic city block behind him. Far better to pull this trick where nobody would expect it. In the city, there was a chance the terrorists would see it coming. In the middle of a forest? No way. After all, to the best of Aaron's knowledge, he was about to try something no one in the history of SOTF had ever done.
Which, given the simplicity, didn't speak too well for those of the past, but hey, Aaron wasn't about to complain.
He started walking, gesturing to the others to follow.
((Aaron Hughes continued in When My Fist Clenches, Crack It Open