Prologue

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"Agent Kale." The Commander's voice was strong, but I could tell he was nervous. He should be, I could blow him to smithereens with a single thought. "You need to listen to the voice of reason. The Possibles are winning the war. You need to surrender the Defiance. You, even with your Impossibilities, will not win."

I stuck my chin in the air defiantly, "No. I refuse to Conform. There is no way in hell you can make me."

"You know it's not Conforming." He sighed, in a slightly exasperated way. The way adults sigh when they know they're fighting a useless battle. "Impossibilites cannot Conform. It's why they exsist in the first place."

"We." I corrected, staring at him coldly. "It's why we exsist."

"This is your last chance, Agent Kale. You have one minute to pledge alliance to the Possibles, or..." He reached into his belt and pulled out his gun, pointing it directly at my chest. "I will be forced to kill you."

"Again, I refuse." I said calmly, rising from the hard, plastic chair and moving slowly towards the window, "And you can't kill me."

"Agent Kale, I assure you, I can kill you." But I could hear his voice shaking. He didn't believe his own words. He was a point blank range, it should've been impossible for him to miss. But I was the Impossible one.

"No." I grinned, and cackled almost evilly, "You can't." I grabbed the chair I was sitting in and threw it out the window, loving the satisfying shattering noise it made.

I jumped onto the windowsill, not minding the broken glass cutting into my skin. The Commander stared at me in disbelief, dropping his gun, "Agent Kale, we're two hundred feet in the air. You're going to die if you jump. It's impossible to survive that fall."

"No." I smirked. "You seem to be forgetting something, Commander."

He frowned, "What's that?"

I leaned forward, whispering as if it was a big secret, "I am Impossible."

Then I flipped backwards out the window, loving the feeling of the air rushing past my face as I raced towards my Impossible death.

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