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Blackout Crime Squad

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Reads 56
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Parts 14
Time 1h 29m

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Mr. Clark reaches into his pocket, about to take out his gun. "Oh no, you won't!" I hear the familiar voice say again as Cedric takes out his gun.

Now Mr. Clark and Cedric are both facing each other, both aiming their guns at the other. "Run, Julie!" Cedric tells me. 

But I can't run without doing anything. I quickly looked around and spotted a baseball bat that Mr. Clark has next to his desk. I run to the desk, pick up the bat and swung it as hard as I can toward Mr. Clark's head. He falls to the floor, unconscious. I know he would be waking up in the next couple of minutes, so I open the closet behind me, looking for ropes. I find some and head toward Mr. Clark.All Rights Reserved

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