G.T.A.F. The Gifted
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" Lets just steal that plane," I say.
"NO we aren't going to steal it." Charlotte says glaring at me. " We are going to just borrow it for a while."
She walks over to the plane and opens it with her powers. She Grabs something and turns back to me.
" you know how to fly this thing?" she says gangling the keys at me.
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Cody M. Narloch 1039011032 G.T.A.F Recruit
Personality Test***** Passed
Failed.... Distracted Fail...... Unreliable...... Fail...... Sidetracked
Pass.... Loyalty.... Passed..... Skills..... Passed understanding..... Passed fighter....
*****
Powers...... Lightning speed ( broken sound barrier) Shifter ( Felius Catus branch)
Accepted...... Under Target...... Enforced By: Director. John K. Adams ...*
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Charlotte B. Alcabroez 8626673141 G.T.A.F. Recruit
Personality Test**** Passed
Fail... Understanding Fail....
Pass... Loyal Pass.... Sacrificial Pass..... trust Pass.... Secretive
Powers....... Mind Influencing.... Mind reading..... Invisibility..... Mimicry ....
Accepted...... Under Target...... Enforced By: Director. John K. Adams ...*
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By: Cody Narloch,
Co. Author: Maximum Narloch
@Maximum__HN
All Rights Reserved
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