PROLOGUE: Keep Your Boots Tight, Keep Your Guns Close.

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Neon Angel:

I should be strong if I want to make it out of here alive. I just had to think a plan.

As we drove up to the huge gates of BL/ind HQ, my nerves simmered down to numbness. Who am I kidding? I’m never getting out of here; they’ll take me inside and shoot me. This could be the last time I see the outside world. No. I can’t think like this, I will make it back to them. I promised them.

Electric Venom:

Anger, hurt and sadness built up as I saw her driving away. How could she do that to us?! Just giving up like that?! Leaving us! I ran. Well, I tried to. My dad held me back and gave me a look that read: “Leave her, there’s nothing we can do. She’s giving up, so should we.” But I wasn’t giving up that easily. Not for Angel.

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