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"Thatís not a prediction, thatís a spoiler.Ē
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Scout made a decision then, between the time the boy stopped to think and when he began to jog out of the room. Her plan? She had no real concrete plan when she found the boy. The second she heard those announcements, no, the moment she finally put things into perspective, all notion of 'planning ahead' went out the fucking window, like a stack of papers during a tornado. Not an apt simile.

The amount of times the boy cringed. The way he gave her those deer-in-headlights look. The fact that he knew, she knew, both of them knew that he was going to bolt out the door. His shoes scraped across the floor, he was going to make a run for it. It all added to the growing, inescapable anger that was brewing in her chest.

Scout wasn't playing along anymore. This boy was acting like a chicken shit bitch. Only stuck his chest out when prompted, when she gave him no other choice, like a cornered chihuahua.

Scout Pfeiffer did not know who Alvaro Vacanti was. But Scout Pfeiffer had no respect for Alvaro Vacanti. He was nothing but a rat.

So when the boy made a move to run, Scout caught him. Blocked his exit. She reached one arm out to grab him by the scruff of his shirt. The other hand balled into a fist, reeled back. She was going to clock him in the face. Scout was no martial artist but she knew how to punch someone. Clean their pipes.

Scout Pfeiffer was not afraid of Alvaro Vacanti.
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