Chapter Thirty Three

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Biana

He was dead. The closest person they had to a leader was dead. The founder of the Black Swan was DEAD.

A sob escaped from her lips.

He was dead.

Fitz

A tear slipped down his cheek. Agent Forkle had been the wise and brave person many people looked up to. He had given everyone a second chance, and even when Fitz got too angry too often, Forkle had never once threatened to kick him out.

Agent Forkle, the start of a rebellion. Agent Forkle, a born leader. Agent Forkle, one of the first to fall.

Dex

His eyes never left his mother, and when everyone went quiet, he didn't care. He didn't look at what everyone was staring at. He only took this as an opportunity to run to his mother's limp body.

He didn't notice Forkle bleeding on the ground, eyes glossed over.

Tam

He had been right. Forkle had been right. Not everyone would make it out alive.

And Tam had a sneaking suspicion Agent Forkle had known he himself would be one of the sacrifices.

Linh

She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes watery. She took a deep, shuttering breath.

No.

Marella

She hadn't known the Fork dude very well, but one look at the others, and she knew he had had a big impact on his world.

Rest in peace.

Keefe

It was all his fault.

Sophie

She had lost yet another person she loved.

And it was all her fault. 

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