Prologue

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"When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching, they are your family."

- Jim Butcher

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In the night, a large white truck pulled up to the driveway of a small four-bedroom home sat on the outskirts of a small town. Not a single light was on save for the front porch as six or seven men exited the vehicle. "You sure this it?" One of them asked as he looked to the driver. "Yeah, this is it. Remember. We need him alive." The driver responded gruffly as the men made their way to the front door. Not bothering to knock, they kicked in the door while pulling out weapons.

'Here.' was all the driver texted to a number on his phone.

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