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Molly, Det. Brighton and Rodrick were out in the desert waiting on for the chasen to show up; with her tapping into more of the fear she had for it so that it could sniff her out and show up.
"This is going to work right?" Det. Brighton asked.
"Yeah," Rodrick answered. "It has to."
"And she's going to come back right?"
"Absolutely. The plan is going to work and everything is going to be o.k."
"O.k."
An hour later the sun started to rise in the horizon and out of nowhere from just laying there still with her eyes closed, they popped open and Molly quickly sat up.
"She's up, something's happening," Det. Brighton said as Molly then stood up. "Oh man, something is definitely up."
They got themselves more into position as Molly then took a few steps back; looking all around her like she was waiting for something to happen. Just then her hands starting glowing and they all immediately knew what it meant.
"Dammit, her
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