Drayden - Chapter 11-2
“Clever,” I say. “Open them and give me the files you know I’m looking for.” “What are you looking for? I have no idea what you are even doing here,” he says. I grab his arm and frag him to the night sky and then let him drop one hundred feet before catching him in the air and falling with him. “This is getting old, Jonathan!” I yell so he can hear me over the whooshing wind zipping past his ears as we fall 9.8 meters-per-second-squared. “I’m not going to play anymore, so give me what I want!” I let go of him, and he yells, and fifty feet before he’s going to slam into his house I grab him and frag him to the top of the roof. He stops yelling. “Next time I’m not catching you,” I say calmly before fragging the both of us into the den where he collapses to the floor. He fumbles wit
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