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passengers. You'll be back to normal soon .
    I had no idea how prophetic my words would become.
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    Kory, Anita and the others were waiting aboard the plane when I arrived with my nine. They were just as shocked as I was when I let them go—I even stood farther away than necessary to double-check.
    Somehow, riding inside my mist had removed the duplication spell completely. All nine were back to their original selves.
    "Young one, you have made me happy this day," Kell stood beside me and patted my shoulder. "It will be much less difficult to prove to the authorities that these are not criminals." He turned to glare at the Warden, who quailed under Kell's stern gaze.
    At least the Warden was safe—I had the idea that he might have died in the riot still happening at the prison.
    "Is there anything we can do?" I asked, chewing on my lower lip. "People are going to die in that prison."
    "People have already died," Kell breathed a soft sigh. "Our work is complete—we must rely on mundane agencies, now."
    "I was told to expect the unusual," the lead FBI agent rubbed the back of his neck as he came to stand beside Kell. "If I hadn't seen this, I wouldn't have believed it."
    "I hope you know how to keep secrets," Kell said, his voice dry.
    "Oh, don't worry. This isn't going anywhere." The agent shook his head. "We'll have to debrief these—to determine what they recall of their kidnapping. We'll issue a new wanted list, which includes the drug lords they replaced in that prison. I don't think you'll have a job or a prison to go back to," he rounded on the Warden. "There may be some steel bars in your future, unless I miss my guess."
    "Are you cooperating with the Joint NSA/Homeland Security Department?" Kell asked the agent.
    "That's why we're here," he grinned.
    "Then send Director Tadewi my regards," Kell smiled.
    "I will," he said. "Damn, this is a mess," he added, gazing at the nine unfortunates at the back of the plane.
    "Treat them as well as you can," I laid a hand on his arm. "They lost family on that bus and they're still grieving, in addition to the all crap they've been through in Warden Jackass's prison. They deserve respect, at the very least."
    "Agent Blevins," he held out his hand. "I don't know how you did what you did, but it makes everybody's job easier. I'll do my best to see that they're comfortable and given every ounce of respect. We have interpreters waiting, and they'll be informed."
    I shook Agent Blevins' hand and nodded my thanks to him. He'd given me truth, and I appreciated it.
    Warden Jackass didn't like that I'd morphed his name into profanity, but he wasn't saying anything; Kory folded arms across his chest and frowned at the warden when he opened his mouth to protest.
    "Turn around, Warden Jackass," Agent Blevins said pleasantly. "You get to make the trip to D.C. in cuffs."
    "Are we going to D.C., too?" Anita asked. I knew what she meant—she wanted to go back to Watson.
    "You can go home," Davis tilted his head at her. "If we need you, I'll call. Kell, Kory and Lexsi can answer the boss' questions."
    "Thank you." Anita threw her arms around Davis' neck and hugged him before folding away.
    "She, uh, didn't like leaving Watson behind," I mumbled.
    "I get that," Davis grinned. "I'm getting word," he tapped his left ear, where a tiny communicator was placed, "The boss wants to have dinner with you tonight, after the debriefing."
    Sighing, I looked down at my clothing. Yes, I was still clean enough, but I wore jeans and a pullover sweater. Kory was dressed much the same, in jeans and a polo. Kell—I could tell he didn't want to have dinner with Opal dressed as he was; he'd gone casual, like the rest of us.
    "Stop worrying about your clothes. The boss likes pizza," Davis said.
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    Kordevik
    Lexsi finished writing her report first, then went back to edit it, then edit it again. I'd filled out reports before, but I'd bet a lot of money that hers was going to look perfect while mine would only