Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
Nathan grunted and got up suddenly, he had been watching the scene silently, and grabbed the back of Derrick's shirt behind his neck. "Time to go, interloper." He said, and he proceeded to drag Derrick towards the door.
"Hey!" Derrick tried to scramble to his feet, but couldn't gain enough traction to stand. "What the fuck dude, it was just getting good."
"Goodbye, Derrick." He opened the door and unceremoniously dumped Derrick out into the hallway.
"I've got to see what happens next!" Derrick got up and rushed back towards the door, but Nathan shut it in his face.
Nathan turned around to see that the rest of us were staring at him in shock. "This is a family matter." He said simply. North pat him on the back, as if that explained everything. Really, why did they hate Derrick?
However, as the boys shared with me their excitement (and slight horror) that I had been X all along, I was distracted pretty easily.
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Owen
Too many things had been happening, and too quickly. Still, I was honored, but surprised, that Roman and Isabelle Gentreau appeared to approve of us marrying their newly reunited granddaughter. I guess they figured they wouldn't be losing her to someone outside of the community, in any case.
"This way?" Sean asked me, he had never been in this part of the building before. I nodded and we continued past the training hall and made our way down the darkened hallways towards the private offices.
It was actually a nice chance to regroup. We hadn't expected to see Roman Gentreau until after the completion of our current mission, but even I wouldn't turn down an invitation to attend a secret rendezvous. Not with everything that had happened, the stakes were way different now than when we first accepted this mission.
Finally, Sean and I arrived undetected. From here on out, we could trust that the surrounding area was already secure and any conversations to be had remained private. Thomas Washburn had made sure that his offices were always open and clean, after all. He was meticulous like that.
