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to  Chelsea  Morgan  was  despicable.  It





                  went  against  everything  his  profession





                  stood for.





                             I slow jog behind her, making sure





                  to stay in the shadows. When I reach the





                  warehouses, I hear the distinct sound of





                  a small aircraft. It can't be. We are miles





                  from  the  nearest  airstrip.  And  then  I






                  recall  the  open  area  behind  those




                  warehouses. It wouldn't be the first time






                  someone landed there. I creep inside one
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