Bulletin board days have always been my favorite. The fresh snap of the cool morning air, the dim light of the dawn, the grumpy faces of the team, the cheers we get when we come back from a successful mission.

"Rise and shine campers! We got a lot to do today, they gave us money this time!" I banged my hands against the doors as I raced down the hallway, Hunter getting the doors on the other side. Indignant shouts came from behind the doors.

"HA! I beat you fair and square! I am the Hallway King!" Hunter did a victory dance while I arrived at the end of the hall.

"Yeah, yeah. You win this time, Blue, but I'll still kick your ass anytime at mock fights,"

"Those don't count, they're called mock fights for a reason,"

"They are arguably the most impor-"

"Red, Blue! Shut the fuck up! We're needed by the board!" Jackson was at the other end of the hallway, ushering the rest of the group to the board.

"Aye aye Mr. Clementine!" Hunter shouted back with a shit-eating grin on his face. I could almost hear the sigh Jackson gave from the other end. I hit Hunter with the back of my hand and started running towards the other end of the hall, beating him went we got to the end.

The mission for today was to go over the wall and help find a group of doubles that got injured on their mission. Jackson was leading the charge with Hunter right beside him. Sala and Cierra were bickering over who hated Mark more.

"He just comes into my room and eats all of my candy wafers. Do you even know who's ass I had to kick to get those, Cierra? And he just eats all of them!"

"Well, at least he hangs out with you! We both know that you're the favorite,"

"You are the one who decided to start the relationship, it's definitely not my fault that you need all the attention in a threesome," I groaned and put my hands over my ears.

"I know that you are both gonna start arguing over who he fucks better and harder, and I don't wanna hear it! It's so gross!" Cierra and Sala rolled their eyes and started bickering at a much quieter decibel but still loud enough that I was fed up. Hugh was walking all by himself as Mark ran to go slap Jackson and Hunter on their asses. I will never understand these boys.

"Red, what brings you over to the middle of the group? You always stay back,"

"I cannot listen to 'how he uses better angles when it's your turn' any longer. I think I'm gonna be si-"

"Indy! What the actual FUCK man? Stop doing that!" Jackson had grabbed Mark by the jacket collar and hoisted him up into the air, Hunter was standing behind them as red as a ripe tomato.

"Gotta stay sharp if ya don't wanna get clapped!"

"For the last time, I will not make your little group a foursome goddammit! I mother you all too much to see any of you like that. GOD!" Jackson let Mark drop to the ground and continued walking with Hunter who still hadn't seemed to recover from his clapping.

"Gotta love how much Indy drives Orange crazy. I feel bad for Hunter though," Hugh looked a little wistful as he glanced at Hunter.

"I think that's because you wanna drive Hunter a little crazy, if you catch my drift,"

"Oh my god Red! Get your mind out the gutter! I'm gonna send you back to Yellow and Green if you don't shut up," A pinkish color had spread all over Hugh's face as he started speed walking a little faster. I laughed and jogged to keep up with him.

"Everyone stop!" Jackson yelled as we all came to a still. "This is the meeting point, I want Indy and Vi to wait in the front, Blue and Green to be ready to give out food and take their supplies, and Red and Yellow to administer first aid with me if needed. Me and Red will also be playing back gate," I rolled my eyes and walked over to Jackson, swinging an arm around his neck. "I told you to stop doing that, it's creepy when you touch my neck,"

"That's why I do it, Jacky,"

"We are supposed to use codenames only! Our real names shouldn't even be something that you remember at this point," I rolled my eyes again, but I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. We have all been together since the 14th night, since I was eight, how was I supposed to just forget my family's names? The seven felt like a family to me, brothers and sisters that supported each other from integration to when the correct time for waking up on off days is. Did Jackson really feel that our original names were something to be forgotten? "Hey, I see them. Alright, let's get into positions!" Mark and Hugh stood just in front of the tree line, with Hunter and Cierra standing about five feet back. Sala stood next to Jackson, she seemed really concerned about what she was talking about with him, but I couldn't really focus on what she was saying. I liked my name. It was all that I had left of my original family, and I thought that was the same for the rest of the group. Did Jackson feel differently about what his name meant?

The doubles were beaten badly, but their entire group came back. The peace between us and the Electi has been wearing thin for a while now, the group has been wondering who would snap first. Jackson and Sala worked on giving a feverish man stitches while I worked on setting a broken wrist. None of the bones has broken through the skin, but the hand was hanging so limply that it was a miracle that I was able to set it back in without any real equipment. In the middle of putting an instant cast on, a foot collided with my face. The ground cradled my head and the sky inverted for a split second. Feet scraping against the dirt and the thud of a body or two hitting the ground shortly followed. Someone was shaking my shoulder, and I was finally able to focus on them by the time they started speaking.

"Shit, Red, you ok?" Jackson. It must have been pretty bad if the golden boy was being quiet.

"Ye-yeah. I think that, I think, I think that I'm good. Help me sit up?" Jackson wrapped one of his arms under mine and hoisted me up, we shuffled over to a flattened out log and he started checking me for a concussion. I glanced over to see who had tackled the kicker, Sala and Mark were screaming mercilessly at the guy while Cierra, Hunter, and Hugh were watching over the rest. "Am I good, or do you have to keep on doctoring me?" Jackson rolled his eyes and took a step back.

"You don't seem to have a concussion, but you scared me, you were bleeding a little bit. Be a little more careful with the patients next time,"

"Patients? We're doing this meetup job for money, we're not anywhere close to being medical professionals. Don't we have to kill one of these guys anyway?" That was the wrong thing to say apparently. The other doubles that Cierra, Hunter, and Hugh were guarding all tensed up, I saw two reach behind them, probably for a stunner. Mark had the kicker pinned to the ground, so I was confident that we were ok over there. Jackson looked at me with a glare that could kill. I reached into my jacket pocket, and when he blinked I turned around and shot the stunner off. I kept on blasting until the runners were all on the ground. Hugh and Hunter had each gotten one knocked out with punches alone, and Cierra kneed a poor guy in the testicles. Sala had her stunner out and ready to fire, while Mark still had the kicker from earlier pinned to the ground. Jackson was standing next to me, pinching the bridge of his nose and deep in thought.

"Maybe a little louder next time?" Hunter shouted at me from where he and Hugh were starting to move the unconscious bodies into a pile. Cierra hit the guy she got earlier in the temple, in tune with Hunter's sarcasm, the limp body joined the unconscious heap. Mark shot me a sympathetic look as he and Sala started walking over to where Jackson and I were. I rolled my eyes and put my stunner back in my jacket.

We left the dead body in the woods and dragged the rest of them back to the compound in silence. Sala was the only one not carrying a body, she had the best night vision of the rest of us and decided that she couldn't be bothered to multitask today. Hunter walked next to me, avoiding any attempts at conversation that could have been started. Once we got to the wall, Jackson had to open a separate portal for the bodies. Each of them fell down the chute with the chorus of painfully loud scraping against the sides of the metal tubing. For the other door, we all managed to fit into one tube and went back down into the bulletin room.