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Twenty Five
"Did you find out anything?" Clarence shook his head "Nothing. It's as if the guy is a ghost or something. Are you sure the rogue wasn't lying?" "I'm sure. He told me that because he thought I'd spare his life" After the battle with hybrids, they'd taken one back with them and questioned him. After a few days of torture, he'd confessed that Marmon had only been a puppet and that there was a leader out there. More cunning and clever than anyone. The problem was that no one had ever seen him. He was like a myth among the rogues, someone they believed would save them and put them at the top of the food chain. Dannan had refrained from telling anyone about that piece of information because he needed to find out how Mordecai was linked to the rogues. Easier said than done. That son of a b
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