Chapter Eleven

Cut loose

Twilight arrived by the time we reached the far back woods of the settlement. The forest was brushed with blue and purple hues from the approaching night sky. Only a thin line of reddish yellow tinged the horizon from the setting sun. It was cooler now, the humidity slowly dissipating.

I was growing interested in spite of my suspicion. "Piper, where the hell are you taking me?"

"You'll see, so stop asking."

"You better not get us lost in the woods. You don't know those old pre-war horror stories about girls getting lost in the woods-but I do! And they don't end well, trust me!"

She stopped for a moment, then withdrew a strip of fabric out of her jacket. "Oh no!" I said taking a step back. "I am not walking blind folded in the middle of the woods!"

Piper gave me a side long look, "come on, Blue, trust me. No harm will come to you!" She said, holding it out to me, "have I ever steered you wrong?"

I narrowed my eyes, "How 'bout the time you dragged me to spy on the mayor and break into his office. I had to lie my way outta that one!"

"That was one-"

"Or the time you found that Raider cult where they worshipped a Glowing One? We got thrown into its pit when they caught us."

"It was our civil duty to warn the people of the Commonwealth about that Cult!" She defended. "And anyway, you were the one shooting it from a distance! It chased me!"

"It chased me too when it saw me! I had to take two radaways after it bit me! Two!"

"Blue!"

"Fine!" I said taking the blindfold and tied it around my eyes, "but I swear if you lead us into a deathclaw den or something equally as bad there'll be a big fat 'I told you so' waiting for you!"

"Sure, but that's not gonna happen." She grumbled as she took my hand to guide me.

I shuffled my feet unsure as we walked, occasionally tripping over rocks or roots. "You know-", I tripped and caught myself, "you're a terrible guide."

" If you weren't shuffling your feet you wouldn't trip," she threw back. "And it's not much further; I can see it."

"At least one of us can…"

We came to a stop, with Piper holding my shoulders in place so I wouldn't go any further. The smell of burning wood hit my senses as a wave of heat warmed my face. My first thought was something was on fire and I briefly panicked. Then logic set in, why would Piper bring me to something that was on fire. "Alright, you can take off the blindfold."

Pulling down the cloth I stared wide eye, mouth agape. Words chased themselves in my mind as my heart skipped a beat. There was a fire burning in the middle of the clearing, with tattered blankets and chairs scattered around. Assortments of snacks lined a small table, from Nuka-Cola to Whisky, gum drops to Fancy Lad Snacks.

Preston, Sturges, Nick, Hancock, Macready-and was that Danse in the background?-were all standing near the fire. They turned when they noticed us. My mind went completely blank as I stared. " What-how…what's going on?"

Hancock slid over and passed a cola in my hand, "what's it look like Sister?" he smirked and winked. "Were havin' ourselves a good o'l fashion bonfire!"

Nick stepped forward and gave me a smile, "we just wanted to do something for ya kid," he said tipping his hat. "You know, a night of fun, for your Birthday."

"But its-my birthdays not for a few weeks…"

Nick gave a slight shrug, the smile still on his face. "We know, but with your next mission, it'll keep you away for a while." He gave a chuckle, "and we wanted to make sure you got a chance to celebrate it, old school style."

Tears burned my vision, my chest flooded with warmth. In the time I had spent in the new world I had not had a chance to just goof off. "I don't-" I sniffed to try and hold back the tears. "Thank you."

"Now look what you dolts did!" Macready exclaimed walking over and placing his arm around my shoulder. "Stop makin' the boss cry and actually throw this party! I wanna see how they did it pre-war style!"

They laughed as I was lead over to the blanket closest to the fire. I glanced over to where Danse was standing awkwardly away from the others. I wanted to go and drag him over when I was planted down into a seat.

Piper must have caught me staring at Danse-or she had the same thought- for she marched over to Danse, they shared a brief exchange. In the end it looked like Danse lost as he had begrudgingly walked over to the spot next to me by Piper. I snickered as he sat down. "I take it they forced you to join ?" He wasn't one for parties-especially with ghouls and synths.

"I, ah," he mumbled rubbing at the back of his neck, "I wanted to make sure Piper got you here safely." The tips of his ears turned pink.

My conversation from earlier came to mind. I gave him a smile and said, "I hope you plan on staying. I think I'm gonna need back up if things get outta hand."

He nodded with a grin, "affirmative." Grinning I elbowed him, which caused him to smile and elbow me back. The chump, no matter what way he said it, he wanted to be here I know it. We all began to settle down on the blanket next to the fire, each grabbing a handful of snacks and drinks to keep close at hand. Danse settled close next to me, sitting away as far as he could from Nick. While the others sat around me.

It was then that Hancock plopped himself down in front of the group. "Alright sister, you're the prewar expert. What do we do first?" He said before taking a long drag on his jet. I caught Danse's scrunched up face in the corner of my eye He opened his mouth, but I stopped him by placing a hand on his forearm, effectively catching him off guard and silencing him all with one movement. Danse stared down at the hand touching him, a faint blush on his cheeks. I grinned to myself and kept my hand there.

Turning back to Hancock, "We could tell stories," I suggested, "It doesn't matter what type of story; spooky stories are especially good. Back in my day, the more people you got to jump out of their skin, the better the story!" I said, though I doubted any of my spooky campfire tales could scare any of them. Horror tales from the past can't compare to the Deathclaw and Super Mutants of today.

Hancock grinned, a mischievous spark twinkled in his black eyes. "Alright then I've got one," he said placing his jet canister down. "Did I ever tell you folks the time me and Miss Vault Dweller scavenged a warehouse downtown-"

"I changed my mind, it does matter," I cut in before he could continue. When I had told Danse the story of when Hancock and I had searched a warehouse and I had all my stuff stolen I had left out a few details. Like how I almost got kidnapped afterword-and in my birthday suit none the less. Hancock had to play the 'Dashing Knight in Shining Armor'-or in his case 'in red robes' and rescue me. Danse wouldn't enjoy that one. "Everyone's heard that story! Fahrenheit's heard it five times now!"

Piper flung a gum drop at him, "Yeah Hancock, it's staler than these potato crisps!"

Hancock fixed the collar of his jacket, "Alright fine, fine." He then leaned back and began to puff away.

Preston raised an eyebrow, "What kind of story Em? Like the time we helped that one settlement-"

"How about a story where I'm not doing something stupid," I cut in with a frown.

"So you mean all of them?" Macready jumped in, it earned him a laugh from the others, and a shower of gumdrops from me.

Sighing I turned to Nick, "How about you Nick? Got any good cases to share?"

Nick tapped at his chin, "let's see…" He then tilted his hat back and snubbed his cigarette out on a rock. "Alright I got one. This case goes way back," he pauses to look everyone in the eye. "The year is 2051."

I noticed Danse's eyebrow raise as he glanced down at me. "Nick has a prewar mind," I whispered. "Hence, why he's still called a detective."

Danse responded by turning away, disinterested. But I knew he was curious. He had a passion for prewar history-even if he denied it.

"This was one of my earlier cases. A distraught woman enters my office; tears running all down her face. The classic damsel in distress. She says her husband's gone missing, even claimed he might have been murdered. Wants me to look into it." Nick paused, he gave a chuckle and shook his head. "I was a hotshot back then. Hadn't really gotten my feet wet so to speak. I'd seen tons of those old fashion detective movies and this case seemed as though it had walked right outta one."

Hancock snorted, "I got a hard time believing you were ever a rookie."

"You're the very definition of detective," Sturges added before taking a sip of his whisky. "To be honest, I can't picture you as anythin' else."

"Everyone starts off fresh, even me," he chuckled. "Where was – oh, so the woman, a Mrs. Veronica Miles, tells me all the usual places her husband visited. Not many places. Local pub and his place of work. Even told me to look out for a woman who had been going around claiming to be the real wife. Now being the rookie that I was I didn't think anything of it at the time." He leaned back against a tree and folded his arms over his chest. "So I followed up on the leads. Steaked the places out for a few days, nothing unusual. So I go in and talk with a few people. Sure they seen the husband-Mathew-but they hadn't for a few days. Apparently got into a fight with his lover-very heated about leaving his wife. So I go to the "lovers" house. When I went to see her, she claimed she was the real Veronica Miles. Thought it was a strange coincidence and ignored it."

By this point everyone began to lean forward, all except Danse who seemed to be paying more attention to the roaring fire. "I blew off her claim of being the real wife. Anyone could fake a marriage document back then. I report back to Veronica with my finding. I tell her everything I find. Including how the other woman tried to get me to believe she was the real Veronica. The strangest part was she didn't get angry-or upset. She sat there stoic." Nick straightened his tie and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, which he offered to the group. Both Piper and Sturges too one, while Mac hesitated before declining. He lit his cigarette before continuing, "I tell her I'll keep an eye out and watch the "lover" closely."

Nick stared at his cigarette, watching the smoke dance in the air. "A few days later I hear that the "lover" went missing-coincidentally a day after I had quit my stake-out on her house. It was as if she had disappeared outta thin air."

"Oooh!" Piper exclaimed leaning over and taking a bite of his fancy lad snack. "This is getting good!"

"Next time say it when your mouth ain't full." Macready complained brushing crumbs off his coat.

Nick took a long drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke up in the air. He watched till it disappeared. "So I'm under the impression that whoever kidnapped the husband and the lover might come after the wife next."

"You didn't," Mac groaned, "You went to her house to check on her?"

"Caught on a lot quicker than I did, kid," Nick gave Macready a nod. "Guess I had been under Ms. Veronica's spell. She was quite the looker-ahem-anyway, so I pay her a visit and she invites me in-"

Piper's groan cut him off, "No Nick!"

Nick gave her a look and shook his head. "I warned her about the kidnapping. She had seemed shocked, but that's when I get this gut feeling she might be faking it. I brush if off because I thought she was innocent-the victim. So I tell her I'll escort her down to the station where we'll set her up with a safe house till we catch the creep. She agrees and we begin to head out. Right when I'm about to open the door, I black out."

All of us broke into a chorus of groans. While Danse shook his head.

"I wake up in a basement, my head splitting and my eyes seeing double. Once I could see straight I realized I wasn't alone. The "lover" who I had spoken to days earlier was lying in a corner, beaten to a pulp while the "wife" was walking over to me. "Veronica" claimed I believed the "lovers" story and I had only came to her house to arrest her. I kept Veronica talking, that's when she let everything slip. The woman who hired me, the one who claimed to be the wife of Mathew, had really been the lover the entire time. She had stolen the real Veronica's identity in hopes that the husband would leave his real wife for her. When he didn't, she killed him and continued to play "Veronica.""

Nicks face grew dark.

"I asked her why didn't she just get rid of the wife? Why kill the husband? Her answer: revenge. She tried to make it seem like the real Veronica was the killer and had chosen me specifically because I was new to the business. She wanted the real Veronica to suffer because the Mathew had chosen her over the lover. But then decided to get rid of the real Veronica because she had figured it out, and had threatened to get the cops involved. At this point I had broken the ropes on my wrist and was buying my time before I could make my move. I had my moment when she turned to the real Veronica, probably to finisher the poor girl off."

Nick stared into the fire with a serious look on his face. "We wrestled for my gun, which she had taken from me while I was out. It had all happened in a second. One moment I was struggling with her, the next she was laying limp in my arms-I never even heard the gun go off. Blood was pouring out of her chest. Somehow she had shot herself in the struggle. I radioed for backup and an ambulance as I tried to stop the bleeding. Even though she tried to kill me, I didn't want 'er dead."

Nick took a breath of his cigarette as we all waited for the conclusion.

"By the time second responders got there she was dead. Coroner said her lungs had filled up with blood and that she had drowned in it. The real Veronica had been rushed to the hospital and would make a full recovery-but she'd be bound to a wheelchair the rest of her life. I gave my statement to one of the cops that had responded to the call. A hardened cop with over thirty years on the force. Boy, did I get a tongue lashing," He said with a grin. "That case had opened my eyes. Never ignore your gut."

The group was still for a moment, the sounds of the crackling fire filled in the gaps of silence.

Hancock let out a laugh, "Valentine the rookie." He shook his head, "You really were green back then."

Nick smiled and threw his cigarette butt into the fire, "that case helped shaped me into the detective I am today," he said fixing his hat. "Also reminded me real life ain't the movies."

I leaned back against the tree with a smile on my face. I always loved hearing old cop stories. My father used to tell my brothers and me his all the time. It left me with a warm feeling in my stomach. Glancing over at Danse I just briefly caught him smirking before he noticed me and covered it with a frown.

Snickering I turned back to the group, "Alright, whose next?"

"-and then all the trees turned purple and the ground became a liquified goo and bubbled all around me. Last time I mix Buffjet and Daddy-o. Most fucked up trip of my life, but worth it all the same." Hancock said with a smile as he leaned back contented.

His story earned him a shower of gumdrops, courtesy of Piper and myself, and a boo from Mac, "come on Hancock. We wanted a story, not your latest drug trip!"

Danse have Hancock a dark glare, and I knew he had been about to say something that would cause an argument. So I shoved a cola into Danse's hand. He blinked then slowly took a sip glaring off towards the settlement. I smiled and turned back to the group. "I got one," I said placing my empty bottle down. "It's of the time when my brother, Nate and I all got into a prank war."

Preston snickered while grabbing some potato crisps, "This I gotta hear."

Piper laughed, "I bet it ends with Blue doing something stupid."

"Hey! You wanna hear the story or not?" When no one said anything I continued, "It all started out when my brothers were bragging about how all three of them were these 'master pranksters.' And they really were. So, naturally, Nate challenged them. Thinking Nate didn't stand a chance on his own I took his side. For a month we had gone back and forth. Nate had snuck into each of their apartments and put helium balloons in their toilets so when they opened the lid a balloon would float out and scare the living daylights outta them. In retaliation, one of my brothers, Lionel, had hid a long distance walkie talkie in our house. Now, Nate had been very superstitious and believed in ghosts. So, for a week, he thought our house was very haunted."

Hancock and Mac both burst out laughing while Sturges shook his head. Danse shook his head but gave me a small grin. I heard Preston chuckle before he said, "So how did you retaliate Em?"

My smile only grew, "Well, after seventeen years or so growing up and enduring my older brothers pranks I learned a thing or two. It wasn't a bright idea to prank them as one group, so I opted to hit them individually so they were left waiting for their turn," I smiled "I went after my eldest brother first- he was only older than the other two by ten minutes. Lawrence had always been a heavy partier; out all night sometimes. Now, Lawrence's apartment had been on the fifth floor. Apartments were ah…were like one building community where each person had their own living space. It's kind of like a settlement, but only for people to live in." I explained when I realized a few of them looked lost. Nick gave a chuckle at my explanation.

"Anyway, so in his apartment complex there was another apartment on the first floor that had exactly the same layout as Lawrence's and it was empty. So one night while he was out at a party, Nate, myself and one a Nate's army friends had moved all of my brother's belongings down to the first floor apartment and arranged it to look like my brothers. Later, we picked up my very intoxicated brother from the party and brought him into his very fake apartment. We laid him on the couch so it would be easier to get to him the next morning," I laughed slightly, remembering the next part with perfect clarity. "So morning arrives and I go to his apartment to wake him-and being the naturally talented actor I am, acted as though there was an emergency while doing so. He wakes up confused and that's when Nate and his friend barge into the house, pick him up and throw him out the window. He screamed for his life thinking he would be falling fifty feet but only landed in the bushes outside the window. His face had been priceless when he realized what happened." I could still picture his beat red face. "Oh he was sooo angry, took a while for him to laugh about it."

Glancing up at Danse he was chuckling slightly while Nick gave a snicker while Hancock , Mac and Piper howled with laughter. "Oh, that's a good one!" Mac said between breaths.

"Who knew Sunshine could throw a good prank." Hancock added.

"That could have ended badly," Preston said pulling a face. "He could have been seriously injured."

Sturges slapped a hand on his back, "Relax there Preston, it's all in good fun." He said with a huge grin on his face. "Alright little lady, whatcha do next?"

I tapped at my chin, "Well for Lance, he had this older car, and I mean an old classic model, not sold anywhere. For this one I enlisted my father's help-after a few days of convincing. The two of us, one night, took his car apart and rebuilt it on the roof of the school he worked at. So the next morning he went into full on panic mode because he thought his car was stolen. Called our dad to get his cop buddies to put of a APB for it. He wanted to look for it himself, but had to go to work, and in order for him to go to work, he needed a car-which he didn't have. He called me up for a ride and I was more than willing. When we got there his jaw, had quite literally fell to the floor," I finished grinning from ear to ear at the memory. "It's was a classic prank back in the day, but very effective and hard to pull off if you didn't know how to put a car back together."

I had been watching Danse's reaction through the corner of my vision. He seemed curious, which surprised me since I knew he hated pranks. He raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't aware you knew how to deconstruct and reconstruct a prewar machine…er car."

"Sure can!" Sturges said answering for me. "She's even fixing one up as we speak. Got it in one o' the workshops. You should see it; it's a real beauty."

Danse turned back towards me staring as if I had a dancing deathclaw on my head. No doubt thinking how that knowledge could benfit the Brotherhood. "I know a thing or two about fixing cars," I said with a shrug. "My father, after he had quit the police force, got into fixin' up old cars and carpentry. Taught me everything I know." Probably the only skills that translated over to this new time period. "Anyway, last was Lionel. Now Lionel was going to be difficult; not only did he know I was coming for him now, but he was also part of the Boston Police force so I couldn't do anything that involved his place of work. Now, Prewar people used to give these greeting cards to one another on special occasions or holidays. Some of them had sappy messages on them while others would play music or other phrases to you. I went out and brought a whole variety of them. Took out the mechanism that made the sound and hid them in different places that could be opened- like doors and drawers and such in his house. But I also hid them in his car. So, every time you would open one of the doors, a sounds would play. I made sure to pay extra attention to his car, so every morning, for the next 4 days- even if he managed to take out the song devices the day before- I would put new ones in his doors again so he would be serenaded every morning, good sister that I am."

Piper shook her head and blew smoke up into the air. "I can't really say I understand what a greeting card is, but if every time I opened up something and it made a noise-I get annoyed pretty quickly," She grinned. "Did they try and get you back?"

No, they never go the chance. My smile faded. "The bombs fell a week after that prank."

I had expected pranks to be pulled for days; the occasional hair dye in the shampoo bottle; color changing toothpaste; Codsworth getting reprogramed on us. We had plans to have the whole family over that Saturday night-after Nate's ceramony. Except that night never came.

Looking down my vision blurred. I pinched them shut and sucked in a breath. It was when I opened them I noticed Danse was staring. Briefly his eyes held concern as he started to reach out. He glanced down then bumped his knew against mine and gave me a small smile. Chuckling slightly I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and smiled.

That was when Hancock got to his feet, "How about we breathe some life into this party!" He beamed. "I know you prewar types like to dance, so how 'bout it sister? Wanna swing?" He held his hand out to me.

I let out a laugh and took it, he pulled me up to my feet with one quick movement. "I think were gonna need some music though." I clicked through the screens of my pipboy and soon music filled the small clearing.

Piper perked up and jumped to her feet. "I've never heard this on the radio before!"

Hancock gave me a twirl as I laughed, "That's cause it's not! I scavenged this mixed holotape a few weeks ago."

Before I realized it everyone minus Nick and Danse had rose to join our off beat dancing. Piper had dragged both Macready and Preston up to join her, laughing at Mac's awkward hip movements. When Hancock gave me another twirl I caught a glimpse of Danse. He was leaning back, but when he caught me staring he gave me a small smile.

Piper cut in after that and took over as my dance partner. The tempo of the song grew faster as did our movements. We both laughed as we tried to keep up. "Having fun, Blue?"

I gave her a toothy grin. "More fun than I've had in a long time," I said twirling her. "Thank you Piper!"

She flashed me a sly grin, "I'd love to accept credit for this, but it wasn't my idea."

My dancing slowed, "Than whose? Nicks?"

"Nope, but I'll give you a hint." Her mischeviousness sparkled, "If you replace the 'c' in the word of what we're doing right now with an 's', you'll get the name."

I stopped, "Danse?"

"You got it!" She grinned as she grabbed my arms and started swinging them. "He was all awkward when he came to me about it. He thought you might like a get together of….of sorts so I went to Nick who knows prewar stuff and he thought of a bonfire. I had to drag Danse here, of course he was totally nervous about it though he probably wants people to think he hates the idea of a party. It was your Paladin's idea after all, he should be here."

"He's not my Paladin!" I hissed, glancing over at Danse he was watching the settlement, his shoulders squared back. He looked like Nate when I used to drag him to my musical's after parties; uncomfortable and out of place. "Sorry to cut our dance short Piper, but I-"

"Gotta go chat up Paladin Tin Can?"

I shot her a look but grinned, she smiled before she butt bumped Mac out of the way to dance with Preston. She blushed slightly when Preston tipped his hat at her. I shook my head with a smile before I walked over to Danse. "Mind if I sit here?"

He nodded and rubbed at his neck, "Affirmative."

I sank into the seat next to him, the music filling the gaps of silence around us. "Sooo, having fun?" I asked after a few minutes.

He gave a shrug as he watched the others dance. "I've never been a party person."

"I never would have guessed," I drawled out rolling my eyes. "You pegged me as being the life of the party."

He flashed me a mocked sour look, "Your sarcasm is noted and not appreciated."

Laughing, I gave him a nudge, "Thank you Danse." I said in all seriousness, "You have no idea how much I needed this."

He looked at me staggered, then slowly his brows creased ever so slightly. "Who told you?"

"Who do you think?" I laughed motioning towards Piper with my thumb. "I'm glad she did though, so I can actually thank you."

He smiled slightly, then awkwardly rubbed his cheeks as they tinged pink. I wasn't sure if it was caused by the warm fire or something else. "I'm glad," he pointedly looked not at me. "I, uh, thought a get together with your friends might cheer you up…Though I had no idea what to actually do."

"Looks like my friends can give pretty good advice, huh?"

Danse blew air out of his nose, "Hardly." He crossed his arms. "They all bickered about it until the synth stepped in. The Ghoul's idea had been to drug you. I put a stop to that ludicrous idea immediately." He said filling up his chest with air.

I rolled my eyes, I can only imagine how that conversation went down. "I don't know, maybe Hancock had the right-"

He had a dark aurora of disapproval around him and I held my hands up in defense. "Kidding, kidding!" I laughed. Snickering at his look I scooted a little closer and watched the other dance. Everyone seemed to be having fun, even Nick who was leaning against a tree, peacefully smoking his cigarette and watching everyone dance.

Taking a sip of my cola I let kept the drink in my mouth for a minute before I swallowed. I glanced up at Danse, this could be a time to get him more out of his shell, but would he go for the idea? I bit my lip before I said;

"So… wanna dance, Danse?" I said nudging him in the shoulder playfully.

He gave a huff before he shook his head. "Negative." He said formally. "I don't dance."

"But it's in your name." I faked pouted."

He rolled his eyes and adjusted his back against the tree. "Doesn't mean anything."

We sat together in compatible silence watching the others dance around the fire. Hancock's moments slowed as he took out his jet. Danse have a scoff when he noticed. "Typical druggie, can't go five minutes without his next hit."

"To each their own I guess." Hancock's drug addiction never bothered me, so it hadn't really mattered.

Danse muttered something I didn't catch as he shook his head. "So you know how to fix cars?" He asked after a couple minutes. "There aren't many who know how."

I nodded my head, "I do, like Sturges said I've been working on one when I can. It wasn't quite so uncommon back in the day." I said leaning back on my hands. "It's slow going. I can't find a lot of the parts I need to fix the engine. A lot of the cars around here run on nuclear energy-so they kind of have the same wiring and tubbing as power armor. The one I'm working on isn't like that, it runs on electricity so it uses different parts. I had to put it down for a while to work on some power armor suits, but next time I visit I plan on working on it again."

"I thought you hated power armor."

I eyed him dubiously. "I don't hate them-I just don't like using them. Way to clunky and I hated having my sight impaired when using the helmet." How Danse could effortlessly use one I would never know.."

He gave a nod, "so I take it you'll be using that one to go down to the Glowing Sea then?"

It was the only one I had that I felt comfortable using. Though I wouldn't use it if I didn't have to. "Yeah, it's all geared up and ready to go. I finished the routine maintenance right before the raider attack." I had check everything, the gears pistons and winterized it to give it some protection for when we went into the Glowing Sea.

The Glowing Sea. I wondered why they called it that if it really was a Sea, or just a name. I wanted to ask Danse but refrained from asking. We were having a pleasant-non mission related conversation. It was nice and it was made even better since he hadn't slipped into his rank. I didn't want to ruin it-at least not now.

I could always ask him tomorrow.

-Chapter Eleven-

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Sorry this was late, I cant write during work anymore so its been a bit slow going. Lifes been busy and I also havent been feeling the greatest lately.

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I am still continuing this story, i only post chapters once a month and at the end of the month so look for it at the end of August for chapter 12!

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