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        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 20 The New Kids On the Block</strong>Ben followed the squad car carrying the would-be mugger all the way to the station. His attention, however, was on the conversation that had just taken place in the nail salon.<br />Sylvie and Taryn were upset he&#8217;d taken their weapons; that was fine, he normally had that reaction whenever they secured any kind of evidence, especially personal ones. He&#8217;d promised he&#8217;d see their stuff returned to them promptly, and he meant it. What had surprised him was the <em>level</em> of attachment he&#8217;d seen from the girls. It worried him.<br /><em>And if I&#8217;m worried, then Anna and Mary have to be doubly so,</em> he thought grimly. He couldn&#8217;t blame them. With the fact that they were appearing more and more often in the costumes from Nightshade&#8217;s damned circus and Sylvie&#8217;s fierce attachment to her Winchester (which, if half of what he heard from the range was true, was understandable for a trick-shooter) and the growing bonds between Taryn and hers, then that sp</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="655038593" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-18-Secrecy-Amongst-Friends-655038593" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 18 Secrecy Amongst Friends</strong>CHAPTER EIGHTEEN<br />Secrecy Amongst Friends<br />Sylvie watched her parents pull out of the driveway in their cars and head to work. She waited a little while, until she got the phone calls from them making sure she was all right and they would be home for dinner, then she took off.<br />She strode towards downtown, dressed in a regular t-shirt and sweater, with her amazingly comfortable buckskin jacket over it, and her rifle in its holster on her back.<br />People she knew as townsfolk waved and nodded as she passed by, while the visitors clustered around her, begging for a picture with her or trying to say hello.<br />Sylvie begged off all of them and quickened her pace a little. Having four hooves could come in handy, she admitted to herself. Without actually running, she could move faster than all but the quickest human walk.<br />With a sigh of relief, she managed to duck down an empty alley and shake her admirers. Checking herself once over to make sure nothing had gone missing or been added to her person,</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>