‘’Prentiss!’’
Morgan’s voice echoed loudly, ricocheting around the derelict buildings. The teams hardhead moved swiftly over the debris from years of neglect, strapped in his FBI vest and pointing his gun in any direction he endeavoured to move in. As his eyes scanned the area, his ears straining to hear anything, he scowled as the blood pumped
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I love the massive chapters you keep posting almost as much as I love this story.
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