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Desperate
My legs burn as I hit my sixth mile on the treadmill. Rain is coming down in sheets, smacking against the windows keeping me locked inside this stuffy gym. It feels like a bad omen. When Ghost mentioned that Draven was working on what he called a Kill Switch, anger bubbled beneath my skin. He didn’t say a word about it, and we’d just f****d for hours while he harbored that monumental bomb. I saw the men that were carried out of that room… and those were just the ones who were still breathing. “There you are,” I hear Phantom’s voice over the pounding of my heart. “Are you hiding from us?” Maybe. “Just felt the need to run,” I huffed out, biting my tongue. Phantom was my closest friend here, and I’ve done nothing but keep secrets from him. “Want to spar?” he walked around the fr
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