Exchanged - a spontaneous novella ( Vol. 1)

You wait for the simple drop of water that falls on you to act.

If you're too fast you'll miss entirely.

Too slow, you'll be drenched.

You take upon your arms to protect-not yourself-a name that calls you to a center of a force.

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

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"I have reports on the whitewood points at 51.5°N, our men said we had sighting near the old industrial factory near Manchester just 0.1°W. There are bodies in sight."

Frantic beeping and sirens clouded the room, the creme lights that flicker above the young detective who stood next to the informant, eyes closed and arms crossed.

A slow growl crept up her throat and she shook her head her mid length hair slapping against her face.

"Don't bother Colins, it's not them. A Whitewood doesn't leave a trail of dirt behind the soles of their feet. Check again, report back to me at 03. I need to check a neighboring address."

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Or don't pull the trigger.

Either way, the smoke will blow back into your face.

Stabilize yourself quickly.

Keep your shoes clean.