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Chapter 46
WHEN CAINE READ the latest update from the one person the public deemed missing about another person misplaced by the eyes of the birdwatchers, something clicked in his mind. The old Warehouse G that he was apparently hiding had been cleaned, cleared and abandoned during the end of the underground wars that he commended Albert’s quick-thinking of using it as his hideout: he knew the place like the back of his hand, it has hidden secrets and it’s pretty expendable.
“I hope their plan goes well,” Caine said while he walked out of the orphanage to his car. He trusted them enough that he thought that his help wouldn’t be needed anyway.
And he was right—about the plan part, the part about trust still had to be discovered by the flock cover in their shimmering plumage—because the moment they read the news, they were already done with their chirps of briefing; they just had to improvise a few.
The first one to leave w
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