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John POV:  “Ego Bastet Helsingam illam praefectum Ioannem Burdigalensem laesae maiestatis auctorem!”, Bastet yelled towards the charging men. (I Bastet Helsing her by charge John Bordeaux with high treason!).       The field was full of gasps no one could believe they were seeing me right now. And neither can I, I wish the ground would just swallow me up right now. She is alive, how I shot her close enough to kill her? Then I look at her stomach and frown The f*****g w***e is pregnant by God knows who. I watch as her, Abram, and McKee embrace each other.  “I KNEW YOU WERE A w***e!”, I yell from across the field. Struggling to get out of the hold of Pell and San I want to shoot her ass again.  “AND YOU ARE A TRAITOR!”, McKee yelled then punched me in the face. Motherfucker.  “Can someo

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