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Sweet Mangos things are gonna have to be rewritten.

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Due to school beginning, updates to my books will be slow and rare. I'll do my best in trying to keep up with them and not taking months to update it all. Still working on Radar, and I have the next chapter of Centrian about halfway written.

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~Sneak peek of Part 5 in Radar.~ 
          
          Saxon groaned before rushing towards Casey and pushing him against a tree, "Keep your fucking voice down! Have you forgotten the strategy of low and quiet? With you acting like this, yeah, you will be the first to die! So snap the hell out of it, and then we just may finds the two kids," he then pushed off of Casey, leaving him there in seconds of shock as he crouched low in the tall grass, and did his best to keep quiet as the view before him consisted of death in the form of fire.

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~Sneak peek of Part 4 of Radar: Year One.~
          
          "Jarod glanced back at Casey, who nodded his head once and held up two fingers. Two more to go. His eye settled back down to the scope and began carefully scanning once more. After a few minutes another patrolling guard strolled by only to welcome a bullet crashing through his skull. Three down. The fourth guard took a while longer to appear, but before a bullet ever so eagerly pierced his head, he saw the sight of the three other lifeless guards and began to back out, but it was too late. Jarod was too quick. Four down. 
          
          Casey shuffled up to Jarod, "Alright. Lets get up there before they're noticed." "

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~Possible beginning of a new book.~
          
          Camera on.
          Black and white grainy screen, your electronic eyes scan around a small, wooden, occupied room. What occupies it are two men, two chairs, a table, and a gun. One man is in a grey T-Shirt, camouflage pants, and combat boots while tied up on one of the two chairs, the other man stands in a matching black outfit with a bullet proof vest, multiple-pocket pants, and combat boots while behind his chair as the gun sits patiently on the wooden table. You notice their mouths moving yet you hear nothing. No audio. The man standing moves around to the other, looking to yell in his face and afterwards, beat him repeatedly. As the sitting man remained bruised and beaten, his lips did little movement. This continued for a whole before the standing man looked to finally give up, seeing as the sitting man would give no answers to what he was asking. Swiftly, he moved to the table, grabbed the gun, and aimed for the sitting mans head. 
          Camera off.

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~Peek of Ending 2~
          
          "Then, I saw him point to my dying self as he stared at me. My small smile quickly turned into a small frown as I realized what he meant and shook my head no. I thought I had killed him just from doing that. He looked so fragile... I then looked down to see myself slowly beginning to fade from the area. Looking back to him, I held a fist out to him an he immidiatly replied by giving a fist bump. I felt relieved as I saw him smile right before I vanished, opening my eyes to welcome the sight of Springtrap once again."