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  “What do we do?” Kaspar demanded from the back of the van. His grip tightened on his PSD as he started to make his way toward the back.

  “We wait,” Paxton replied. “We can’t just go storm in there now, it’ll raise the alarms. Krys is fine. She’ll make it out of this.”

  “What if she doesn’t?” Kaspar pleaded. “We have to go in there right now!”

  “No!” Kilbourne shouted. “We all feel the same as you. Storming that building will not only get yourself killed…but her as well. She has to make her own way out of this.”

  Kaspar sat back down. “Fine. But if things start to look bad, I’m going in there after her.”

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