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Holly had no idea how to react. Her first damn day in Boston and she had been offered a place in an outlaw group, and in her lap was a lot of money. She stared numbly at the bills in her lap.

[color=bc8dbf]“I-I don’t…”[/color]

Not knowing what to say, she did what she always did. She looked to Mandy.

Her sister, apparently catching onto Holly’s silent cry for help, spoke up with a calm and confident tone that Holly envied.

[color=8882be]“Well, you guys can drop me off at home, at least, because I’m not the one with the powers here. I have work in a few hours anyway. Don’t worry; you can trust me to keep my mouth shut about all of this. But,”[/color] she put a hand on Holly’s shoulder, [color=8882be]“I think you should do it.”[/color]

At Holly’s unsure expression, she continued, [color=8882be]“You’ve already proven you can help, and during that huge fight, you were awesome! Obviously it’s your own choice, but I think you can really do some good here.”[/color]

Holly was silent for a moment. She thought about the fight and how she felt during it. Yes, she was scared, but beneath that there was something else. She had no idea what is was; confidence? Adrenaline? Power trip? She didn’t know, but it felt good. What did that mean for her? Maybe that would be a good thing? Well, the only way to know…

Holly looked up at Sickle-Cell, her eyes determined.

[color=bc8dbf]“I’ll join you.”[/color]

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