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I happened to pop in on my traffic page over at FFNet and was pleasantly shocked to find that Kill Bryce has already reached 50 story alerts with just two chapters. I mean, wow! Are you guys awesome or what? Seriously, I didn't expect the story to get that kind of attention so quickly, if at all. If you're one of the people keeping up with Kill Bryce, then this is for you, as my way of saying thank you. :)

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March 28, 2011

11:58 p.m.

The “Chuck &Sarah” room, Providence Inn

For a long moment, Chuck forgot how to speak. Sarah seemed to be having the same problem; she simply stared at him, eyes wide, mouth half open and moving soundlessly. The next thing he knew, she had jumped off the mattress and was backing away from him, a hand buried in her hair.

“Chuck? How—what the hell are you doing here?”

Whoa. Of all the things he’d been expecting Sarah to say after seeing him for the first time in nearly two years, that was not one of them. Chuck pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing when his chest gave a particularly painful throb.

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You just attacked—I don’t even—Sarah, what the hell is going on?”

“You shouldn’t be here, Chuck. You can’t be here, you’re not—” Sarah broke off mid-sentence and froze, face completely draining of color. Then she did something that Chuck never thought he’d see in his lifetime: she began freaking out.

There was no other way to describe it. One moment she was gaping at him, on the verge of hyperventilating, and the next moment she was dashing around the room like a criminal trying to hide her secret stash from the cops.

It was quite possibly the scariest thing he’d ever witnessed in his life.

“Sarah,” Chuck repeated, voice raising an octave, “what the hell is going on?”

Sarah ignored him. She whipped her head around as if searching for something, then ran back to the bed, crouching down and lifting the covers to scan underneath.

“Sarah!”

“You need to get out of here,” she said, turning her attention to the nightstand. She reached behind it and swiped her hand across the surface. “This is the last place you should be, Chuck. Anywhere but here.”

“First my dad, now you?” He held back the urge to hit something. “Damn it, Sarah, where the hell am I supposed to go? I’m already on the run, and—what is that?”

Chuck’s insides went cold as he took in the tiny device stuck to the bottom of the drawer Sarah had just wrenched out of the nightstand. Sarah sucked in a shuddering breath and carefully placed the drawer onto the ground.

“Get out of the room, Chuck.” Her voice sounded strangled.

“Is that…” Chuck slid to the edge of the mattress. “Is that a bomb?”

“Get out of the room!”

She didn’t wait for him to move. Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, Sarah yanked him forward; Chuck barely landed on his feet before she all but dragged him toward the door. Behind him, the device began beeping.

They made it about twenty feet past the front porch when the room exploded.

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