LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV One month later, while sleeping in my damp cell, I'm startled awake by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and two burly guards enter, their faces grim. "On your feet, rogue," one of them barks. "Alpha Biansky wants to see you."
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