Jocking, The: Adam Turner

Epilogue

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By CallMeCrazy

The Soldierís won the game. But it didnít matter by half time. Not only the Falcons, the entire stadium had been jocked. Both teams would spread it further next week. In the mean time, Brock played happily with his new conversions. He was gaining so much control, the entire team obeyed his every will. But, in the back of his mind. Brock could not forget the deep sea eyes he had seen.

Adam went back to the hotel, morbidly silent. James was feeling better, and Adam still wanted to travel north. James knew something was wrong, but his friend spoke barely a word. They packed up the car and drive further into Nebraska.

Stacker and his posse expanded around the college. Halfway there, and still lots more to be done.

BRMB moved on, looking for another helpless man to jock.

Hunter worked on the machine, extending the power further and further.

Briggs was in his office, talking to Jamie when the phone rang. "Briggs, yes. . . . .what? How did that happen? Well, are you stopping it? Who the hell is Chloe Barnette? What? And we didnít know this before? I thought you had this planned out. Son of a bitch! Well, fucking kill her. I donít care anymore. I will not accept these failures!"

A new set of eyes had confronted Briggs, and this one had walked away.

And there was this girl . . .

Somewhere, far away, a girl was sleeping in her bedroom. •


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