Chapter 36

A few hours later, we finally found a store that would satisfy Jackson. Good thing too. He just continuously became more paranoid, the weirdo. I think he began believing we wouldn't find anything for days. Luckily by about 4:00, we found and parked in front of an establishment. The princess could finally unclench his cheeks.

Going into a big store like this though called for more caution than usual. Luke basically spoke my mind. "Since this place has more cameras, we need to be more careful. Only one of us should go in."

"Then it should be Carter," Jackson said, volunteering the man.

Upon hearing that immediate answer, I watched an amused smirk reach Carter. It turned into a grin when he looked up towards Jackson and spoke. "Oh yeah? Why me, huh?" he asked, stressing his words again.

I could hear Jackson take a deep breath. He was getting impatient with Carter pushing his buttons. "You are the least likely to be recognized – by random people or Reid's followers."

With that, Luke found a scrap piece of paper in the glovebox where we could all write down the things we needed. Seeing what Luke put down before he handed it to me, I wasn't surprised.   He mostly wanted some clothes, which he gave the sizes for.

Continuing with the list he started, you can bet your asses the majority of what I wrote down was food. A lot of it. I was sick of restaurants and fast-food – which says something coming from me. Besides that, I knew it was also important to consider how I could properly change my appearance. Though we all needed to go unrecognized, it was specifically important for me. Knowing having my black hair back probably wouldn't be acceptable, I wrote down supplies needed to dye my hair red. It was better than staying blonde, that was all I could think.

When I finished and handed the paper to Jackson, he finished up the list. He took just as long. I wasn't surprised; he was the one that threw a hissy fit about needing to stop. I'm sure he wrote down anything he could think of that would help us stay hidden.

By the time he was done, he reached in the backseat to hand the folded list to Carter. When Carter took it, sat back, and opened it... of course he would always have some kind of reaction.

Laughing instantly as he glanced it over, he then looked to me with raised his eyebrows. "What the hell? I'm assuming you're the one that gave me the long grocery portion of this list."

I nodded. "You're damn right and I want everything on that list," I said, pointing at it. I had a feeling he would be tempted to skip some of the things on there. He already didn't look excited.

Carter quickly glanced back to the list. "You can't live without jumbo marshmallows, huh?"

"No, I can't."

Food was always important – always. It was especially crucial now that I was in need to keep my mood from drowning over Luke. I was trying as best as I could and I was doing better. It would only be a matter of time until I let it hit me hard again though. Whether it worked or not, magical deliciousness was my best bet to get me through it. 

Rolling his eyes, he looked over the rest of the list. And once again, his smirk reappeared. Looking up with amused eyes, he set them on Jackson. "What happens if they don't carry some things on the list?"

"They better or it's your ass," Jackson snapped. The driver seat blocking him from my sight didn't hide how aggravated he was getting. He craned his arm around towards the backseat and whipped a crumpled up 100-dollar bill at him. "Shut up and go. We are wasting time."

Chuckling at how angry he was randomly becoming, Carter stuffed the list and the money in his pocket. Putting on the hat we used in the past to help disguise ourselves, he got out and was off towards the store. He would take a while but it would be worth it. Trust me, there was better food on the list than jumbo marshmallows.

While we waited in the car, I couldn't keep my focus away from Luke. Not because he was already on my mind, but of something he brought up a few minutes after Carter left. Something that made my heart ache for a different reason.

Luke was realizing the extent of why we were at this shopping center. Earlier, Jackson refreshed the details regarding what would happen when we reach Washington. That we would be going into hiding while trying to track down Reid. We knew that was coming, but now actually having stopped in preparation to disguise ourselves... it made it real.

It felt like there has been a war nearly each day. Either that or something new would occur that would demand all of our attention. Things were constantly happening; it was a race just to mentally keep up with it all. It became easy therefore to ignore other factors that mattered. So stopping here.... it finally sunk in how close we were to starting a new temporary life. And once it hit him, those other 'things' that mattered became priority. Like his job he mentioned he would have to deal with soon since the days he took off were almost up. Most importantly though, and what was bothering him at the moment, was his family.

"It's already risky to call home as it is," he said. "Once we're hiding... I might not be able to risk contacting them at all. So I'm going to call them in a few minutes, and when I do, I would like to give them as much as I can." Despite witnessing him only from the side, it was enough to make my heart spike. The dude was sitting up and tense. When he glanced over to Jackson, I caught the distress and worry on his face. "Do you know how long this will take? I would like to at least give them an idea."

When Jackson responded, he at least didn't sound ready to explode like before. "There's no way we can really say.  Even if you could give them a time range, it wouldn't be smart. You don't want to tell them it will be three months when it actually ends up taking five. They will worry and you still won't be able to contact them."

Instinctively, I snorted and rolled my eyes. Gee. That sounded familiar. "I don't know Jackson, the FBI sure liked milking that idea." Hearing him say that was plain irritating. That's exactly what happened when I went into Witness Protection! I let Francis know I would be back in a year but that sure didn't happen. It took way more than the one year the FBI claimed it would take.

Slumping back in my seat, I caught Luke glance back towards me with pursed lips. Not meeting my eyes though, he turned back to Jackson. "We'll be getting new names?"

I became enthralled with the details we were getting from Jackson. Because like Luke, it only now starting sinking in that everything would be changing soon. The reality of it was scary; it sounded like a much grander idea than I originally pictured.

"Yeah," Jackson answered. "We'll set that up soon."

Scooting over again and leaning forward in the space between the driver and passenger seats, I took in Jackson. His jaw tightened when he turned his head down to meet my eyes. "How will that be set up?" I asked. "The FBI? It's been a while since you were even able to get into contact with them. Plus, I don't like them. They are liars."

He looked away from me to peer through the windshield. "Yes, essentially. The FBI has up-for-grab identities constantly on hand for my line of work. I have access to them through their database and am authorized to use it in emergency situations."

It made sense and made me want to know more. But after hearing that, I don't think it made Luke any happier. Just one more thing he would want to inform his family on and probably shouldn't. I knew he might be tempted – and he wasn't the only one. I would love to fill their ears if it put their minds at ease. I could only imagine how scared they already were for our sakes having not heard from us. However, there was a reason we haven't contacted them, even with untraceable phones.

"Luke," I sighed with a heavy heart, moving my eyes to him. I could see him better like before since I was leaning closer. The man's green eyes framed with furrowing brows found mine. The amount of distress on his face... it reflected the love for his family. Which is why I needed to tell him this. "I think the less they know, the better. Their cell phones, their house phones, by now they could be tapped into."

Thinking about his parents, how deeply Jan and Mike loved their son... and of course Shannon, Francis, Brooke. It made me want to do anything to take away their worry over us. I knew that if I was Luke, I would be anxious to explain everything. For their own safety and ours, it would be best to not give much away in the off chance someone was listening in.

Seeing I was right, he pursed his lips and gave me a simple nod. Looking away sorrowfully, he took his belt off and opened his door to get out. Before he could though, he mumbled back towards me. "They are probably going to want to talk to you."

Smiling sadly, I moved back and opened my own door, stepping out. This would be hard for me to handle. I loved his family and it was hard to think about them being scared for us for who knows how long. Regardless, Luke and I were excited to do it and happily pushed aside our drama for now.

Moving around the car to him, he aimlessly paced back and forth while he took out his phone. I leaned against the passenger door, watching as he dialed then held the phone to his ear. Walking back and forth along the length of the car, he kept his eyes down while waiting. A minute later, he stopped moving and looked up. Someone answered.

It caused a small smile to reach his lips, but his eyebrows lowering in pain was evident. "Hi mom," he said sadly but sweetly.

When Jan responded with what I was assuming was panic, he was quick to reassure her. "No, no, everything is okay. We're fine. We're safe and doing fine."

Safe... and fine? Jeez, he could at least be a little honest, am I right? Then again, saying 'we nearly died a million times already, but are okay for this second' wouldn't make a mother feel better.

Hearing them talk for a little bit, I could tell Jan finally asked about an update or when we would be home. Clenching the phone tighter in his hand as he held it to his ear, his other hand rose to run through his hair. "Mom... we will still be a while. There's no coming home yet." After a pause and him probably hearing his mother freak out, his eyes closed tight. "I-I'm really sorry but... I can't tell you anything, I truly can't. I want to but it's not a good idea," he said, opening his eyes.

They found mine, full of hurt for what he said. Giving a nod of encouragement, feeling helpless, he took a deep breath and answered to her next response. Or ramble from the sounds of it. "M-Mom. Ma, listen. Listen, really—Mom! It's going to be okay. We're going to be alright. I'm sorry I don't know how long we will be; could be months but I don't know. I-I just... I can't tell you more than we will be gone for longer, okay?"

It was hard not to cringe. Obviously, Jan was not liking what her son was telling her and I didn't blame the woman. It made me want to get on the phone and try to reassure her too. However, before we could even get to that, something unexpected happened.

She was most likely giving him an earful. It was painful just watching him stand a few feet away from me, eyes closed again while taking in his mother's scared words. Opening his eyes towards the cement, he responded soothingly. "I am safe, really. We are fine. It's going to be okay, trust me, calm down. You don't need to be freaking out like--"

Jan responded quickly and with an interruption that hit a nerve. Because a second later, his head snapped up. "What did you say?" Eyes widening and finding mine, his face paled with a stunned expression.

This phone call clearly was taking a weird turn – the bad kind of weird too. I could feel my heart want to drop. From his expression, I knew something bad must have happened. What did she say? What was wrong? Frozen and staring at me, he said nothing for what left like forever.

"What? What is it?" I demanded. I couldn't take it; something was wrong and I needed to know!

Luke's only response to me illuminated from his face. The shock slowly faded and in its place was confusion. Then, he finally asked her, "How would you know that? What makes you say we kidnapped someone else? Wait, j-just start over, I don't understand."

Whoa, what? She knew we kidnapped Vic? Now I sure as hell didn't understand either and I wanted to! Walking the few feet to him, I quickly took the phone from his ear and put it on speaker so we could both hear what she was saying.

"—After we saw you. And I know it was you, Lucas Prenta! So don't you dare tell me that everything's fine, t-that I need to calm down! How am I supposed to calm down after I see that?! It was the same truck, the same one you had when we last saw you! What happened to being careful?!"

Holding the phone in the space between us, I glanced up to Luke, still not understanding what Jan was talking about. Luke appeared as confused with low eyebrows, staring at the phone. "Slow down, I don't get what you're saying. Can you please start over?"

There was a long pause over the phone. She forced herself to slow down. "I don't know why I would need to, but fine. We saw it only a few days after you stopped in and passed through. Shannon and I were watching the news and a story came on about some uproar at a bar near the outside of town. The police were called and they arrived to find... I guess nothing but chaos? I don't know but drugs were found and signs of prostitution. Then, as the story continued, I nearly had a heart attack. Can you guess why, Lucas?"

Jan wasn't the only one that nearly had a heart attack; Luke and I were about to have one! How was this possible? How?! How did that end up on the news where Jan would know we were there? With each word she spoke, it put us more and more on edge. The worst part was Jan's last words; she was about to really drop a bomb on us.

Looking up to Luke, I took in his wide and shocked eyes that I knew reflected mine. His glued gaze refused to leave the phone. "Why?" he softly asked in fear.

She forced herself to calm down and, in the form of static to us, Jan took a deep breath. "The story went on to explain that police were searching for four suspects. Four. And apparently, these 'suspects' are believed to have killed a man and kidnapped another. The news even provided surveillance footage; isn't that nice? It showed a very familiar truck, four people, and a fifth being hauled out of a second story window down a ladder.  I mean my goodness Lucas, this is out of hand!"

It was a good thing she paused there because I wouldn't have been able to take anymore. I didn't understand, not one fucking bit, and still it didn't matter! Nothing mattered besides the fact that we were fucked. Fucked! The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Any sense of being safe vanished; I felt weak, vulnerable, and in complete danger.

Closing my eyes tightly, I just shook my head. The news obtained footage of us – of us taking Vic! We were so done. I was dead and done. I was out, people. Done. I can't take any more!

Immense amounts of fear and panic started pulsing through me. But at realizing this new twist of things... I started laughing. Eyes closed and clenching my hand into a fist, all I could do was laugh. How couldn't I? Of course this would happen. Of course there would be something new, something worse to deal with each and every fucking day! When will we ever seriously catch a break?!

"I'm done," I breathed shakily, laughing and suppressing the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. Heart racing and feeling ready to throw up, I reached up and gripped my hair with my free hand. God really did have a sick sense of humor, didn't he folks?  It doesn't ever end!

"Albany?"

I heard Jan's voice reach me. It was loving and sweet... it somehow helped me calm down enough.  My humorless laughing died down.  I opened my eyes and shook my head in disgust at everything. Before I could actually find the ability to answer, Luke spoke up, knowing there was more.

"Okay," he said smoothly. The calmness in his voice was reassuring. Then again, I knew he was trained to handle situations like this well. "Was the footage clear enough to where the suspects could be clearly seen? Or did it say that the police had any leads of who the suspects were?"

Those were good questions, ones that could save our asses. "It was too hard to see, even when they enhanced it. All you could see was a black truck in the ally and four people, the fifth struggling. So no, they never found out who it was.  But my word, that doesn't mean I don't know. Four people and that black truck gave it away."

Wow.... What she said helped relieve us at least. I mean, as long as our names weren't out there, that was a massive weight off our shoulders. Dealing with one group of people coming after us was enough, thank you very much. We did not need the police and that is what would have happened if we were identified and our names revealed.

That did not mean everything was nice and peachy. That should have never reached the news, especially us kidnapping Vic. The FBI should have covered that up.

This was too crazy. I needed to know more because it didn't make any sense. The FBI didn't cover it up but it sounded like a lot was missing from the news. Like the fact that that place was actually a base to find me! "Hey Jan," I said. Man, I would love to just talk to her, but my mind was swarming with panic and confusion.

"Albany. Gosh, it's so nice to hear your voice. You okay, everything's alright?"

"It's so nice to finally hear you too. Yeah, we're okay. I just am having a hard time understanding what the news said. Was there more about the place other than it just being a bar?"

"Um... no dear, it was just a regular bar. Sounded pretty rough but that's all it said."

Well that was interesting. The actual business being done there was covered up, but nothing including us. I did not like that at all. From this, I think it's pretty safe to say there was something big we didn't know.

"Okay, thanks. I really do miss you guys," I said. "Please say hi to everyone for me. Kick Francis's ass for me too. I'm sure he deserves it for something," I said, wanting to leave on a good note with Jan. Plus, she didn't need to know how freaked out we actually were over her news.

She chuckled softly. "Trust me, we all miss you too sweetie. And I will!"

It was so nice to hear her sweet motherly voice. She was the closest thing I ever did have to a mom. Unfortunately, the news she gave us spoiled a pure and loving conversation. There was still a lot we wanted to know and didn't.

"Mom, did any other information come up after the news?"

"I'm afraid not. We looked into everything having to do with that story but didn't find much else."  There was a heavy static sigh and a long pause. Continuing, her voice filled with hurt and frustration. "Which gave us no other choice but to worry sick and assume the worst.  How could you put us through that? Ever since we saw the news, we have been praying for you to call home. We didn't know whether you were alive or dead, didn't know anything Lucas!"

Hearing Jan's voice crack at the end, it made me want to buckle. Taking in Luke's sad eyes and pursed lips, I could see he felt absolutely terrible for the pain he put them through. "I'm sorry. Please... I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know. We didn't know that was on the news. That should have never have been on the news," he said, that last part in a darker voice. "And it's been too risky to call. We can't tell you much anyway. I wish we could; all I want to do is make you and everyone else feel better and informed. For everyone's sake, I cant. I'm just so sorry."

There was a long pause before Jan responded. "It's alright honey, it's just been very hard for us. I don't want you to stress over us with whatever you are facing, but thank you for calling. I'm so happy that you both are alright and I'm already anxious to tell everyone else. And just know I love you. I love you and miss you – both of you. I want both you and Albany home safely. Do you understand?"

It wasn't long after this that we wrapped up the phone call. It was a real shame. Because though I loved and missed the whole family, Jan gave us a reason to drop everything and freak the fuck out.

And that was exactly what I did.

Charging around the car to where the driver's door was, I flung it open. Facing a surprised Jackson who looked at me like I was nuts, I noticed him tense immediately like he did earlier. This was no time for him to have paranoia over who knows what; we had a problem and he was the only one that could do shit about it!

"What's your problem?" he demanded.

"Maybe you are!"

Even though our anuses weren't totally torn apart, we still were getting screwed in the ass! Sure, it was a blessing that the recording of us was too blurry for anyone to recognize us. That didn't mean this wasn't a problem! That video should not have reached the news to begin with.

The only thing the FBI had to do was clean up our messes and make sure nothing blocks our way. And as far as I've known and up until this, that's what they've done. There was no news story about men found dead at my house along with the gruesome display of my dog. Or the incident at the motel where there was a shoot out that ended with us snagging Carter. If it was on the news – and it probably was – the FBI would override the police and release a fake story that didn't involve us or any business that had to do with Reid.

And yes, the FBI clearly did get involved at the headquarters and changed the story. They did that right. According to the news, it was only a bar; there was nothing about how I was the purpose of that operation. The FBI went in there, took everything involving Reid's case, and had the police give a different and vague story. Which was what we expected; they did that right. But then why the hell didn't they cover up the surveillance footage?! If they were cleaning up our mess and covering for us, why would they let that video through?! We could have been identified which would lead the police after us!

Did that mean they weren't helping us anymore?  Was everything else that happened after that ignored? What if there was footage of us stealing the vehicles?  Or any evidence of when we were ambushed off the road in a ditch?  Jackson said they were supposed to cover everything. Now, who knows if they did! Who knows if we would have any help going forward. If that's the case and we don't have the FBI defending us, then we are just a group of crazy murderers!

"Calm down, Jesus Christ. What now? What is wrong now in your oh so terrible life?" he asked dramatically with sarcasm.

While he was rolling his eyes, mine were wide and wanting answers. "What now, you asshole, is that we aren't safe.  And we should not have to learn that from Luke's mother! You're the one who works with the FBI; are you that fucking stupid that you don't know your own work or are you that careless and numb to not tell us shit!"

I hated the FBI for lying, but Jackson worked with them. He should have the answers and know what is going on! I knew Luke felt the same; he came around the car and stood beside me, staring at Jackson in the driver's seat and awaiting an answer.

Annoyed, the man looked between us with lowered eyebrows. He sighed and shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

"When exactly was the last time you were in contact with the FBI?" Luke asked in a low voice when I glanced over to him. Crossing his arms, his jaw was tight and there was a fire in his gaze pointed at Jackson.

Getting passed us 'inconveniencing' his time, he pursed his lips in thought. "It's hard to say but it's been a while. I've been trying to contact them. When we started changing vehicles, they wouldn't pick up so it's been a while. I ended up leaving messages with my requests but still... they never did get back to me."

Watching him carefully, I was baffled at the combination of his words and expression. The lack of panic in his face didn't make any sense. Because hearing what he said... that would have been a red flag and something to start worrying about! Obviously, Luke observed the strangeness of this.

"And... that doesn't concern you? That the FBI refuses to answer your calls? It doesn't ring a bell in your head that maybe something is wrong?! Being careless is something we can't afford," he said aggressively, staring him down.

With a sneer, Jackson sat up and turned towards us, stepping out of the car. Once we stood before him a few feet away, closer to eyelevel, his irritation grew with the scowl over his lips. "Unlike you both, I know the FBI and how they work. Accusing me of not getting worked up over something expected is stupid." He aimed his attention more towards Luke. "They are the goddamn FBI, do you get that officer? It is always hard to get ahold of them – period. I work with them, am not a part of them, and because of that I don't have easy access. The numbers I have connect me to officials who then get me in contact with the people that matter. It is a process and takes days – and sometimes it doesn't work. I can't blame them. Their priorities don't involve cleaning up bodies."

Did what he said make sense? Sure. Even in the past before shit hit the fan, it took him a while to get through to them. What didn't make sense to me was the FBI's lack of interest in us once the shit did hit the fan. "After everything, the FBI should be waiting for your call. I think it would be priority if Reid is such a big target. We are involved and in the middle of it. If they don't want to help and protect us because they did enough for me, that's fine. But shouldn't they at least be watching and following as closely behind as they can?"

Jackson shrugged. "Maybe. But their concern is Reid and catching him. They most likely are following very close behind us to hopefully get closer to him. That's all I think they care about. Regardless, the main reason I believe I've been unable to talk to them for so long is because we had to switch phones. Their system probably doesn't recognize this number and that's most likely why they won't answer. It hasn't bothered me because it has happened before. So I've been leaving messages, giving my code so they understand exactly who I am, and explaining everything we needed done. They would get my messages in the past and handle my requests; there is no reason why they aren't now." He groaned, shaking his head between the two of us staring at him. "I don't know why you both are on my ass about it. That's how it's been and there isn't an issue. They don't give a shit about us, but they are still sticking to our agreement and cleaning up after us. So if you don't mind, leave me the fuck alone about--"

"You're right, they don't give a shit about us! They threw us under the bus. They are done cleaning up for us, do you hear me?  You can have faith about why they won't answer, but it's because they abandoned us! There was a news story where we were on camera kidnapping Vic! We are four suspects in this case! They let it through to the public, Jackson! We're just damn lucky the media and police couldn't identify us. So guess what, buddy! I have a feeling they are over your little agreement. I want to know what happened and why."

Too busy yelling at Jackson, I didn't notice Luke was on the phone and searching for something. Once I left Jackson confused with low eyebrows, Luke stepped forward and held the phone out to him. I could see there was an article he managed to find. Great. The story was online too.

Upon taking Luke's phone and staring down at the screen... his jaw went slack. Parted lips greeting a faster breath, I even noticed the color in his face drain. Seeing his reaction, his shock towards what we showed him, it was nearly as intriguing as our new crisis. I've never seen Jackson shocked and taken off guard to this degree before.

Forcing his mind away from the shock as much as possible, his eyes began scanning through the article. I couldn't read what he was seeing but didn't need to; we knew the story. However, from where I was standing, I could clearly make out a fuzzy picture next to the article. I realized the photo was actually a signal frame from the recording of us.

Chest jumping to new heights, I leaned in towards his phone and squinted, focusing on the picture. Though it appeared upside-down to me, I could clearly make everything out. Based on the angle, it was clear the camera had been mounted high up and against the building parallel to the bar. Tilted down towards the alley, the camera took in everything. Including a truck, four figures, and a fifth being assisted down the ladder. The frame was taken during the moment I was climbing down the ladder, nearly at the bottom. The blurry figure that I knew was Jackson showed him higher on the ladder, hauling a mass (Vic) down with him. The other two figures were there too; Luke who was next to the ladder; Carter's blurry shape could be made out through the back window of the truck.

There was no way anyone could distinguish who those people were in the picture, but that wasn't the point. The point was that this article existed to begin with. Jackson knew it too by the time he looked up to us from the phone.

I always drew a sense of safety and security from how calm Jackson always seemed to be. It had the opposite effect as I watched him now, his eyes full of shock and even dread. Looking between us, he let out a deep sigh from his tense body. "We're fucked," he finally nodded. Glancing down to the ground and pursing his lips, he clenched his jaw. A tight and small smile made its way to his lips when his gaze rose, almost in disgust. Looking between Luke and I, he continued. "And it's our fault," he scoffed.

Our fault? It sure looked like he believed it. The slight humor he managed to draw from it couldn't outweigh the intruding darkness and frustration in his eyes. Frustration towards ourselves apparently. What did we do wrong?

"What do you mean?" Luke asked instinctively.

He laughed in disgust before his hard words reached us. "They're done with us. They're done helping. And it started that night. We ruined the agreement we had with them."

"How?" I demanded. "And how do you know?" It was so absurd to even consider that this was our fault. They were the ones that betrayed us, allowed that footage to be released! My head was scrambling, digging for a reason as to why it would be our faults. Yet from his reaction, I had a sick feeling he knew what he was talking about.

He crushed the hope I hung onto. Staring at me with defeat, he explained. "They learned that we decided to take the initiative. We concluded that running wasn't enough, that we needed to actively go after Reid. And sneaking into a bar, kidnapping a boss... that showed the FBI that we were done just running. That broke the agreement and we are dumbasses because we should have fucking known. They agreed to clean up our mess – only when we needed to defend ourselves. Only when we were attacked. So, when the police got there and found all the shit on you, the FBI was all over that. They covered up the real story, did their job... but once they found out we actively went in to kidnap, that did it. That did it. And I can't blame them for many reasons. We are trying to do their job now, which is an insult to them. It's not something that was agreed on. And they probably don't care or need us anyway; they most likely have all the answers now. I can almost guarantee you, from all the documents they must have confiscated from that bar, they probably know more about where Reid is than us. There's was and is no reason for them to continue helping us after that."

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Ooh big twist! Haha what do you guys think? What do you think this could mean for them! I hope to update again soon :D