Taryn turns to the one source she knows will have any sort of information on this lunatic, this dangerous madman, this sick weirdo! But what will the end price be of help? It's anyone's guess at this point!
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 23 Escaping Battle StationCHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Escaping Battle Station
After Nightshade’s call, everyone started arguing about his words and what they could mean.
“Nightshade’s a slippery bastard.” Sylvie’s father insisted. “He likes to be in control at all times. I think this is just his way of exerting control over them; get them to do his bidding again.”
“But Meyer is dangerous.” Sylvie pointed out. “Sara’s story and our own evidence confirms that.”
“True. But that nonsense about you having to be the ones to take him out…that’s bull-ah, nothing.” He said. Sylvie and Taryn rolled their eyes.
“We’re adults dad.” Sylvie reminded him. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard a lot worse in the locker rooms.”
His face flushed and he looked angry a moment before he shook his head and laughed.
“Probably, no make that definitely. Anyway, what I w
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SHDYCF2 Chapter 21 Tenebrae CultorSylvie strode towards the gun range with a spring in her step. She knew she was grinning like a raccoon in fast food restaurant garbage cans, but she just couldn’t seem to stop. Today she’d be getting a pair of brand new colt pistols from Barnaby, and she couldn’t wait.
She walked over to the range and found the place packed to the rafters with people; everyone had come to see her try out the pistols; she could see her swim team, her friends from high school, townsfolk, and strangers by the busload. Alfred hadn’t been kidding about the interest ever since the story broke that Colt had signed an endorsement with her.
She blinked in surprise, having caught a glimpse of bedraggled blonde hair. Of all the people she expected to see at the range, Sara was the last.
Wonder what she’s up to? She followed the girl with her eyes as she found a seat halfway up the stands, hunching behind a happily chatting family as if trying to disappear.
Sylvie found the