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mouth gagged. Chelsea tugs her from the

chopper by her arm, and Sin stumbles,

falling to the ground on her knees.

"Oh, no," I whisper, then creep

lower. What the hell is she doing here?

And then it hits me, Chelsea brought her

here, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Get up," Chelsea shouts at her.

When the doors shut, I wait a few

minutes, then climb onto the seat and

watch them walk away from the window.