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White doors. White halls. White floors. Rinse and repeat.
Those were the thoughts that wandered through Nena’s mind as she herself wandered the blistering-white halls of the Agency.
“This place is a maze. . .” Nena muttered as she turned a corner to another long white hall. She stopped and brushed her hand over the pin she now wore at all times. It was Matt’s lucky square pin with a pair of black glasses on the front. “Maybe I should’ve dropped some bread crumbs behind me.”
“The demons would have eaten them.”
The voice came from directly behind her. Nena spun around and found herself face-to-face with the smiling, and handsome, Jack O’Kent.
She clutched her chest over her still heart and glared at him. “Do you really have to float up on me like that? Maybe you could rattle
