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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: . . .
PAIRINGS REVEALED THUS FAR:
Wheeljack x Ratchet, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker X Sideswipe, Past Prowl x Jazz
Font Index: “Speaking”, ‘Thinking’, “-Radio Transmissions-”, “Cybertronion” “:Link:”
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Out of the Garage
Sam had long since finished the action movie and begun cleaning and closing up the downstairs floor. As he cleared the remains of his dinner and began checking to ensure that all the doors were locked, Sam continued to pondered the past few weeks and what he had discussed with both Barricade and ‘Bee about the ‘Con’s future. Really he hadn’t even registered the movie he had been watching, instead thinking up different ways to convince the other Autobots to allow Barricade sanctuary. So far, all he had come up with was simply begging. Sam rolled his eyes as he thought what Barricade would say about that particular scenario.
The living room now spotless, he finally made his way upstairs, clicking off the hallway light as he passed the switch completely exhausted. Sighing, Sam made his way into his bedroom closing the door behind him as he began digging though his pile of “somewhat” clean clothes. “Probably get after me just for embarrassing him,” Sam muttered as he changed into his wrinkled pajamas. “Well, I’ll try and think up something tomorrow.”
Climbing under the covers, Sam reached over and gently clicked off the light engulfing his room into darkness with him soon following right behind the dimming glow.
Suddenly he rolled back over and clicked on the light as he groaned and climbed back out of bed. “Damn, forgot to brush my teeth.”
It was a few hours later, closer to two in the morning, when there was movement again on the little suburban street. While the squirrels were all asleep in their hidey holes, the birds all snug in their nest, and one Decepticon blissfully dreaming of better days when he was fully healed and not in a slagging garage, there was a sudden beam of light the glowed within the darkness of the cab of one of the SUV’s parked down the block. There was a chatter of noise over the radios when all went silent once again.
Then ever so slowly, the four SUV’s began to move. Almost crawling, they made their way down the road and ever so slowly came to a soft halt in front of the prized old oak tree in Mrs. Selman’s front yard. There was a second long moment of silence then the doors of the four SUV’s began to open and the humans climbed out.
Sam rolled over for what had to have been the ninth time that night. He couldn’t fall asleep. Why couldn’t he fall asleep? He was almost completely wide-awake. It didn’t make sense. He should be snoring away in the early dawn of the day. What could possibly be the problem? His internal clock was backwards, that was why he couldn’t fall asleep.
With a groan, Sam once again dropped Mojo to the floor, only to have the Chihuahua climb onto his dirty pile of laundry and jump right back onto his bed. With a sigh, he let it go in favor of trying to kick the covers off of himself. The rain had long since past, but Sam continued to feel as if there was a storm raging inside of him.
Finally shoving the small dog away from his feet, Sam groaned as he slowly rolled himself out of bed and dropped to the floor with a thud. “It’s too hot,” he muttered as he stood. With a yawn, he slowly felt around in front of him as he made his way towards the supposed location of his bedroom door. He found it when the edge of the door smashed against his nose. Grumbling, Sam took hold of the door and moved it out of the way before he made his way down the hall towards the bathroom. Perhaps if he took a cold shower he would be finally able to cool off and get to sleep.
Peeling his pajamas off his sweaty body and ensuring that his watch was resting safely on the counter, he slowly climbed into the shower with out even bothering to turn on the light. Reaching forward he turned on the lukewarm water and just allowed it to rain down on him for a while. After a while he began to feel his body cool off but for some reason, he was still agitated. There was no reason for this was there? He was exhausted, both mentally and physically. By all accounts, he should have been snoozing away peacefully right about now.
‘Then why in the world do I have this odd urge to go jogging?’ Sam wondered as he turned off the water and climbed out. ‘It feels as if there are a thousand ants crawling all over me.’ Snagging a towel from the rack, he began fitfully trying to dry his hair as he listened. It was that damn unexplainable feeling of fear the crept along his spine that had him nervous. Like when you watched a horror movie with mass murders lurking about in the shadows, you always got that feeling that the bad guy was right behind you, waiting with his bloody ax, even though you saw the murder getting killed by the hero at the end of the movie.
As he wrapped the towel around his waist and absently refastened his watch, he made his way back to his room, listening for any sound that didn’t belong. Sam took a steady breath as he reached his room. “Get a hold of yourself Sam,” he ordered himself. “You’re just being crazy.”
It was then that he heard the glass.
The sound of glass being broken as if from far away or as if it had been muffled somehow. It almost sounded like it was downstairs, perhaps the cosmetic window by the front door. Sam paused, listening for a long moment before he shook his head. “Knock it off,” he chastised aloud. “If there really was a burglar, then the dog would be going nuts. Besides, there was a slagging Decepticon disguised as a cop car in the garage. There’s no way that anyone would pick this house to burgle.” However as he glanced at the bed, he could see that Mojo had lifted his head, ears perked as he listened.
“Oh shit,” Sam muttered as he dove into his room and quickly searched for his clothes and scrambled into them. He was probably over reacting, but after becoming the center pawn in an intergalactic war of a superior robotic race, Sam wasn’t about to take any chances. “This is stupid. Starscream wouldn’t break into my house… he wouldn’t even fit.”
It was when he grabbed the new bat that his mother had gotten him just a few days before that he knew that he was really overreacting, but for some reason he just could not set it down. He stared at the door, the wood firm in his white knuckled grasp. He watched as Mojo hopped off the bed and made his way towards the door, poking his nose out and looking down the hall. Suddenly they both could hear the small board in the living room that his father had yet to fix squeak.
Mojo darted under the bed. Sam frowned at the quivering ball of fur before he turned back to the door. He knew that they were here for him. He didn’t know how but he knew, and the first place they would look for him at two in the morning would be in his room. He had to get out of his room, before they got up to the second floor.
With one more glance at the small dog, Sam shook his head and tightened his grip on his bat as he moved along the wall. Both grateful and cursing at the same time that he had left his bedroom door wide open, Sam got up on the balls of his feet, still remaining hunched over trying to seem as small as possible while maneuvered down the hall towards his parents bedroom. Grabbing the knob in his free hand, Sam quickly slipped into the flowery decorated room and brought the door forward, leaving just a sliver of space for him to watch out of.
It was a long time, or perhaps only seconds when Sam suddenly saw a shadow in the stairwell. Sam’s breath hitched and he bit down on his lip before he made some noise of surprise. The shadow was soon joined by a second and soon Sam could see the figures of two men slowly making their way up the stairs. Sam felt his heart drop. ‘Oh fuck.’
Barricade was instantly awake. He didn’t know why but he was. It was strange. He shouldn’t be active just yet. He had at least a few more Earth hours to go before he should be active again, didn’t he? Glancing around, he saw absolutely nothing out of place in the small confines of the garage. So why the Matrix was he awake? It was so odd.
With a groan, Barricade did an automatic systems check and groaned as he saw several spots on his main screen light up, indicating the different areas where his frame was weak. “Slag,” he growled. “The girl was right. I shouldn’t be driving around.” Not that he was going to ever admit it to her but still, he should probably allow her to re-tighten some of those bolts before he went anywhere else. With a small groan that was the Cybertronion equivalent of a yawn, he passed a small scan over the house and was instantly on the alert.
There were people in the house.
“Slag,” he growled as he instantly activated the watch and listened to find out what the hell was going on in the house. He quickly found the smallest figure he knew had to be Sam in what seemed to be his parent’s bedroom while the two other humans passed him by and continued towards Sam’s own room. ‘What the fuck is going on?’
Sam held his breath as he watched the two men in suits slowly passed the door he was currently hiding behind. Apparently he was right about them being there for him. The two made their way into the dark room and both came to the small bed pushed up against the wall. Sam was very happy that he had shoved his blankets into a ball now. It almost looked as if someone really was curled up in the bed sleeping. Obviously it was enough to fool the two men, for they never once checked behind them as Sam quietly began to creep out of his parent’s bedroom. He had to get to Barricade. It was his only hope.
‘Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around-’ With the chant repeating itself within his head, he slowly made his way towards the staircase. He was nearly there when he saw one of the men grab the rumpled bed sheet. With a small gasp, Sam didn’t even wait for them to register that there was no one under those covers as he flew down the stairs. There was a startled curse above him as the men whirled around just in time to see Sam disappear around the corner. They both made to go after the teenager when suddenly Mojo darted out from under the bed and latched firmly onto one of the men’s ankles, redeeming himself as he held firm.
“Son of a bitch!” the man snarled as he tired to shake the dog off, his partner already running after the boy. Sam could hear the man shouting and Mojo’s distinctive squeaky growl and there was a small feeling of victory before he realized that the two men upstairs had not come alone.
He startled the three men just as much as they startled him but Sam was younger and still had quicker reactions. Bringing his arm back he swung with full force and slammed the bat he held against the torso of the closest man, throwing him off balance and sending him hurdling into another guy as they both went tumbling to the ground. He could hear one of the other men pelting down the stairs after him but the lone guy still standing was blocking his way and heading for him. With a sudden thought, he waited until the man behind was nearly on top of him before he grabbed the banister and leaped over the polished wood, landing with a thud onto the floor.
Thug number two couldn’t stop his momentum fast enough and thug number five let out a curse as the man on the stairs crashed right into him. Sam couldn’t pause to laugh however as he scrambled back to his feet when he suddenly felt a hand clamp around his bare ankle, sending him once more hurdling to the floor. He yelped as he felt the bat fly out of his hand and he tried desperately to shake his foot free. With a quick glance over his shoulder he could see it was the one that had fallen over earlier, the other man still clutching his midsection from where the bat hit him. With desperation brought on by fear, Sam brought around his other leg and kicked the man square in the jaw jerking his left at the same time.
Finding himself free Sam once again tried to get to his feet only to have one of the other men tackle him to the ground. “NO!” Sam screamed as he tried to get out of the tight hold the man had on him, wriggling and thrashing around as he fought to get away. “Let me go!” The man, who turned out to be thug number one whom Mojo had gotten a hold of, glared down at him while the other man that Sam had gotten the best of stood up from the floor, clutching his nose to stop the small flow of blood from it.
With a snarl, Sam bared his teeth right before he brought it down into the flesh of the hand that was on his arm, bringing up his heel at the same time to nail the man right in the balls. All the other men cringed as Sam broke free and dove towards the dining room then the living room and the front door beyond. “Get him!” one of them bellowed as they dove for the boy. Sam leaped over the couch and made a desperate lunge for the door of freedom, the five men still scrambling behind him trying to catch up. Unfortunately for them, Sam had spent the last seventeen years running away from schoolyard bullies and other punks so he had more experience dodging larger thugs than the five had trying to capture a wiry teenager. Sam smirked as he heard one of the men trip over the ottoman and he had just reached the hallway when suddenly a figure filled the open doorway, blocking his escape.
The man smiled down evilly at him, his small, narrowed eyes narrowing even further. “Hello Samuel.”
‘RUN!’ The voice in his head instantly bellowed. ‘Get away! Far away! RUN!’
But Sam couldn’t move. Those eyes held him immobile as the man simply stared at him. By this time, what were obviously this man’s lackeys had caught up to him and the largest of the group, the one Sam had gotten with the bat, grabbed Sam’s shoulders and practically lifted him up off the ground. “NO!” Sam screamed as he began kicking out trying to squirm out of the man’s grasp. “Let me go!”
The others all glared at him hatefully but the man in the doorway seemed more or less amused as he watched Sam trying to get away. “Now really, is there a need for such violence? Especially against a child.”
“Let me go you prick!” Sam continued to yell as he struggled. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP!”
The man frowned as he stepped forward and closed the door behind him. “Now there’s no need to shout,” the man said silkily. “You are quite safe now.”
“Oh sure, he’s safe, but what about us?” one of the men behind him grumbled and the leader turned to glare at the person.
Sam stopped screaming but didn’t stop in his struggles. The man watched Sam for a moment, their eyes locking both filled with defiance as he jerked a head towards the living room. “Perhaps we could speak somewhere more comfortably?”
Grumbling, the large man jerked Sam around and brought him to the living room, sitting the boy down on the couch. Sam glared around at the group before turning back to study the leader who easily sat down in his father’s easy chair. Obviously this was the person calling the shots as he sat there relaxed while the five men standing around him fidgeted. Sam was a little surprised. He looked nothing like those evil villans in the films.
The man in the easy chair was the only one not in a stupid suit and tie but rather in a pair of tan khaki pants and a regular button down shirt. Hell, the sleeves were even rolled up to above his elbows, showing of his tanned, muscled forearms. He looked about forty years old, still had all his hair and his face barely showed the signs of aging. A sharp nose over a large, wide mouth finished with small, narrowed eyes that were staring at him coldly. Almost calculating. Sam swallowed.
“What do you want?” Sam finally managed to force around the lump in his throat, thinking to play dumb. “Money? My mothers jewelry?”
The man threw back his head and laughed at this as Sam began shifting on the couch nervously. “Oh Mr. Witwicky, you are a gem,” the man chuckled as he brought himself back under control. “Clearly you are not that unintelligent. You know why we are here.”
Sam looked around at the men standing around before he turned his glare back towards the leader. “No. Tell me,” he replied in a dull, flat voice.
The man smirked at him before he leaned forward, closer to Sam. “You know who we are, don’t you?” he drawled.
Sam felt a small shiver go down his spine as the cold voice flowed over him almost like a icy breeze. The fear was back tenfold. “No,” he finally whispered back, scooting further into the couch cushions and away from the clearly insane man.
The man grinned, showing even white teeth. “Guess.”
Sam began shaking. That wasn’t a suggestion that was an order. “Se-” he swallowed thickly before he managed to get out, “Sector Seven.”
There was silence from the man for a long moment while one of the men behind Sam groaned softly. Sam risked glancing at the two thugs he could see to try and gauge their reactions and was surprised to see that both had a rather sour look upon their faces. Puzzled Sam looked back at their leader just in time to see the man throw back his head and began laughing hysterically. Sam gapped for a long time as the man continued to hoot and howl with laughter for what had to be a good three minutes. “Sector Seven!” the man finally managed to get out. “Do you really believe that we would be a part of that bungling operation?”
Sam glanced hesitantly at the man seated next to him on the couch and the man just shook his head as he held a tissue against his still bleeding nose. They all waited until the man finally managed to get himself somewhat under control, though a few chuckle and snickers still escaped him. “No Mr. Witwicky,” the man laughed. “We aren’t.”
Sam stared, confused as the man continued to chuckle. “Then, who are you?”
He laughed again. “Well, we are certainly not those idiots at Sector Seven,” the man said haughtily.
Sam was confused as he tried to think of anyone else who would bother to go after him. They obviously knew about Sector Seven and if they knew about that, he could only assume that they knew about the Cybertronions. “I don’t understand…”
The man chuckled as he sat back into the chair. “I am Doctor Burgen,” the man introduced himself. “And we are defiantly not Sector Seven. No,” the doctor smirked. “No, we are Sector Thirteen.”
“There’s another fucking sector?” Barricade groused as he listened via the watch. He knew that Sam had gotten captured but it didn’t sound as if they were restraining him in any way. Now if only he could separate him from the idiots. Barricade couldn’t transform into his mech form and he was really limited stuck in his car mode. Getting the garage door open first, he slowly pulled out into the drive and began taking in the surroundings. He immediately found the idiots cars parked across the street and a plan began to form in his mind. Now all he had to do was wait.
“Sector Thirteen?” Sam repeated confused as he stared at the deranged man in front of him. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Of course you haven’t,” the man cackled. “No one has heard of us. Not even the bumbling Sector Seven.”
“But what do you want with me?” Sam finally asked.
Dr. Burgen grinned darkly as he gave Sam a long look. “Why we need you my boy,” he said cheerfully as if they were discussing something as common as the weather.
Sam did not like the sound of that and he frowned. “For what?”
The man grinned as he leaned forward once again. “Bait.”
“Bait?” Sam cried surprised.
Barricade cringed. “Oh, that does not sound good.”
“Yes, Mr. Witwicky. Bait,” Dr. Burgen repeated. “We need you in order to get that shiny, yellow camaro of yours.”
Sam’s jaw locked as he glared at the man. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s simple,” Dr. Burgen smirked. “We need you in order to convince your precious NBE-2 to… cooperate with us.”
“He would never cooperate with you or anyone else!” Sam yelped, jumping to his feet.
Burgen laughed as the man next to Sam grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back down onto the couch. “Sit down you little punk!” the man snarled. Sam glared at him.
“Come now Sammy my boy,” Dr. Burgen cooed. “Surely you know just how important you are to those things? Especially your sleek yellow friend…”
Sam stared at the man, unsure just where the man was going. He knew that this Sector Thirteen guy was just trying to unsettle him and he certainly knew that he couldn’t listen to anything he said; or take it seriously. He glared at him. “You’re crazy,” Sam growled.
“No, I am quite sane,” The man laughed. “It is people like you who actually think that those… mechanical monsters are actually safe!” Burgen’s tone quickly lost its humor as rage began to fill him. “I know what those creatures are actually capable of! They’re vile creatures that actually think that they show up out of nowhere and actually live here on our planet! I mean don’t you see what they’re doing? They’re getting ready!”
Sam watched as the man suddenly jumped up and began pacing. He was almost reluctant to ask but he knew he had to if he was to figure out what the man was talking about. “Ready for what?”
The man whirled around and Sam knew he was in trouble as the man next to him quickly got up and moved as Dr. Burgen surged forward and slammed his arms against the back of the couch, effectively trapping Sam. “For invasion.”
Sam stared at the man aghast. “You’re insane!”
The man laughed again, jerking back. “Insane? I’m insane? I’ll tell you what’s insane!” Sam jerked back in surprise as the man grabbed what was Judy’s favorite lamp and hurled it against the picture window, shattering both into a million pieces. “What’s insane is that people like you are letting them delude you into thinking that they aren’t harmful! What’s insane is people like Secretary Keller actually allowing those… things asylum! What’s insane is how no one but me seems to see the danger!”
“What’s insane is thinking you’re actually going to get away with it pitiful human!”
Everyone jerked in surprise as Barricade’s voice suddenly blared out from the direction of the couch. Sam looked around confused before he finally looked back down at the watch he had automatically attached to his wrist. “Barricade?” he whispered in surprise.
“Sam, get ready to run,” Barricade told him.
“What-?”
“Who is that!” Dr. Burgen shouted as he dove forward and grabbed Sam’s wrist, yanking Sam to his feet. “NBE-2 is gone! We know he’s not here!”
“The police car!” One of the thugs replied. “The one I saw him driving that day when we were staking out his friends place.”
“Impossible. It couldn’t be one of them!” Dr. Burgen shouted.
“But Sector Seven did have a patrol car logged in their files,” the man continued.
“NBE-3?” Dr. Burgen replied incredulously. “Impossible! We have him as one of the opposite numbers as NBE-2! Why would he be here?”
There was suddenly a loud crash from outside and everyone darted to the window, Burgen dragging Sam along by his wrist causing the boy to stumble behind him. Sam fell down to his knees, cursing as the shards of glass cut through his palm as he tried to catch himself. Burgen scowled and yanked Sam back to his bare feet, uncaringly dragging him towards the window. “What the hell?”
Everyone gapped as they saw the dented disguised Decepticon ram the four SUV’s against one another, ramming the lead car back into the following three. Barricade smirked as he threw himself in reverse and getting a good running start, gunned his engine and slammed back into the side of the first SUV, ramming it against the tall oak tree, an odd repeat of what the ‘Con had done to Trent’s prized truck.
“What are you standing around for?” Burgen shouted at the other men just standing there gapping at the ‘Con. “Stop him!”
Sam watched surprised as the five thugs instantly scrambled out of the shattered window and ran towards the cars just as Barricade finished slamming SUV number two against the first one. Sam didn’t care however. It gave him a perfect opportunity. When he had fallen he had just barely managed to grab one of the larger pieces of glass before he was yanked to his feet, and now he could use it. Spinning his arm around Sam brought the shard down hard on the man’s arm with as much force as he could muster.
Blood instantly began gushing everywhere, making everything slippery and it was just enough that Sam was able to yank his wrist out of the man’s grasp. Burgen yelped as Sam broke free and hurled himself through the broken window. Landing in the bushes, Sam gritted his teeth at the pain of the glass digging in the soles of his feet as he dashed across the yard. “Damn it! Catch him!” Burgen yelled behind him and the five men whirled around to see Sam desperately trying to get around them and to Barricade.
Barricade, it seemed, wasn’t going to wait for Sam to come to him however. With an impressive screech of tires, the mustang spun around and drove full tilt at the men in front of him that were blocking Sam’s path. Sam found it quite gratifying to see one of them rebound off the hood as Barricade slammed into him. Running towards the car he dove into the open door that Barricade had swung open for him and yanked his feet in right before Barricade slammed the door shut. Sam could see Burgen now standing in the yard scowling fiercely and clutching his bleeding arm as Barricade and Sam disappeared down the road.
“What do we do?” Sam demanded as he turned back around after his house disappeared as Barricade turned the corner. “What do we do? That guy’s crazy!”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Barricade responded as he whirled around another corner.
“Oh God, their after Bumblebee!” Sam moaned as he brought up his foot and began yanking out the shards of glass. “We have to find him and warn him!”
“I think it’s a little more complicated than that,” Barricade muttered as he whirled around the corner.
“Oh God! My parents! What are they going to think when they get home! Oh God! What if those nuts are still there when they get home?”
Barricade could tell that Sam’s heart was beating rapidly as the boy began to hyperventilate and the ‘Con began to worry. ‘For someone who had been so calm and collect when dealing with the deranged doctor he panics now that it’s all over?’ Quietly, Barricade activated his air condition and waited for it to take effect. “I’m sure once your parents see the broken window and the four totaled cars in the front yard, they’ll take the hint and keep on driving.”
“But what about Mikaela? What if they go after her? What about Miles? He said they were following us! What if they try to go after Miles?”
“Sam! Calm down!” Barricade barked at him. “You are my first priority!”
“But… But…” Sam’s voice slurred somewhat and Barricade sighed in relief as Sam leaned back against the seat. His breathing slowed down and soon enough, became even as the boy succumbed to the gas Barricade was gently pumping into the cab and fell into a deep sleep.
Grateful for the silence, Barricade quickly ducked through the city and soon turned towards off onto a side road out of the city. Now that everything was quiet, Barricade had a chance to think. He could instantly tell that the little stunt he had done against the humans SUV’s had instantly dealt a harsh blow against himself. He could feel the rattling and shaking of his frame as pieces desperately tried to stay on.
Knowing that there was no one following him, Barricade slowed himself down considerably as he began to cruise while he thought. ‘This could be a problem,’ he thought quietly. ‘Not only do we have Starscream to worry about, now we have this crazy Sector Thirteen to deal with?’ With a growl, he turned down another side road and began to head towards his current destination.
He snarled. He really didn’t want to go. He really, really, really didn’t but what else could he do? Where else could he go? He needed to ensure that Sam was safe and there was only one place for him to go to make sure that that happened- to the Autobots.
That and he had to warn them about this crazy Dr. Burgen. ‘What next?’ he wondered as he made his way through the soggy desert. ‘And I thought that this was called a desert because it doesn’t rain …’
It was a little while later that he finally saw the outline of the larger buildings that belonged to the Autobots’ facilities and Barricade sighed in relief when a quick scan relieved it was empty. Perhaps he could just drop Sam off in one of the buildings and get out of there. That plan quickly fizzled however.
“WHY IS THERE A MOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT?” he screamed furiously as he stopped at the edge of the small gully. “Damn Autobots! Do they really think this will deter Starscream?” He glared at the chasm as he drove around the whole compound but never once found a single way in. Grumbling in frustration, he found himself right back at where he had stared at the main gate. Well, the small moat was certainly deterring him. It was very frustrating. If he were in mech mode, he could just jump the slagging thing.
With a snarl, he backed up and put himself into park before he turned off his engine, left now with nothing to do but wait. He only hoped that the bug was the first one to reach him before his companions began firing. Hopefully he could dodge a few missiles and actually get Sam to safety before the boy got blown up with him.
Settling down, Barricade re-ran the conversation between Sam and Burgen as he waited for the Autobots. This was so problematic. What was this new sector all about? Who was this Dr. Burgen? And how was it that he knew so much about their kind? With a sigh, he watched as the dawn slowly rose above the Earth’s horizon without a storm cloud in sight. Not particularly comforting, but better than it had been. Barricade knew that the storm was only just arriving however and he could tell that they all, Autobot and Decepticon alike, were woefully unprepared.
“Damn,” he finally muttered. “We’re in so much trouble.”
-To Be Continued
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