Hey, I'm back. Remember me? I'm Kent, the fifteen-year-old, 182 IQ genius, FME agent, blah blah blah. Whatever. You get the gist.
Let me just give you the run-down on this whole thing.
Three girls have been killed in the past two weeks. Each one with bloody tears, bullet wounds in the chests, other nasty stuff like that. Get the picture? The Bumper's out there somewhere and he's pretty cocky, dumping off the bodies near our government facility. Yeash.
So excuse me while Mace (my smart-ass partner) and I try to solve this case. Feel free to join us...
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