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Chapter 111: Perks of Having A Sleuthhound Friend
CHUCK
Everyone in the protest area went wild and cautious when we noticed that there were four men running off the building while pushing a wheeled stretcher with them. There was a guy laid on top of it, covered in blood, and even barely conscious. I knew since the very beginning when the first cop set his left foot out the building that it was Travis, because I, I mean the four of us, were there back on the ninth floor during the set up happened. Watching our plan slowly and carefully succeeded made me thought that maybe, just maybe, our plan would eventually turn out to be a success.
I let out a fine sigh as I wiggled my butt to move myself to the direction of a mini circle composed of four of my friends; Janvic, Philip, Rabiya, and Andrei. Basically, among them four, Andrei was the most clueless and the most uninformed. He did not have even a single idea that what happened to Travis was not true, and that
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