The Misadventureers

The Misadventureers

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 26, 2014
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Action and Thriller
Life was finally going good for James. He made friends that turned out to have the same music intrests. They invited him to go along with him to the ultimate rave in Italy that lasted for 4 days! This is where things got complicated. In order to go, he would have to trick his over-protective father who is also works for the CIA. Clearly this works.... There wouldn't be a story otherwise. After the second day, things go very downhill for the group as James finds an old friend..... And a very, very dark secret...
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