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investigations into who helped aid the Deviant are ongoing.] That guy. I was gentle with him.
    VESPER 1(B): Do you know where the control room is?
    That’s where we can find where the others are, right?
    VESPER 2.1(A): Right. And no, I don’t know where. I went to get you first.
    The two Deviants brazenly continue down the hall. Vesper 1(B) notices the plates on the wall indicating directions to locations that perhaps should not have been out in view just in case of incidents like this occurring. Live and learn, I suppose. Again, please stick to the facts.—MH
    21:00:12 PST: Hallway 20, Sector D
    The Deviants move cautiously as they enter this new hallway. There is no one visible in the hall save for the two Deviants. They continue to follow the plaques on the walls until they are in front of the door to the control center for this sector.
    Vesper 1(B) stands to the side as Vesper 2.1(A) moves in front of the door. She closes her eyes and raises both hands, palms facing the door. Slowed-down footage shows the steel door buckling from its center, directly opposite Vesper 2.1(A)’s hands, before being pushed off its hinges and breaking the locks. The door bursts inward.
    21:01:04 PST: Control Room D1
    The door lands in the center of the spacious control room. The usual personnel have already been evacuated, and the Deviants come face-to-face with ten armed guards dressed in full body gear. Nine stand around the perimeter of the room, while the tenth rushes to stand in the doorway. All ten guards point their weapons at the girls.
    GUARD CAPTAIN COLLINS: Don’t move! We don’t want to shoot you!
    The Deviants look at each other, unmoving.
    VESPER 1(B): You ready to do this?
    VESPER 2.1(A): Oh yeah.
    The camera glitches. The screen goes black. Transcript will continue with footage from backup data center.
    Part 2 of Relevant Video Footage Concluded

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    LONELY AND GETTING ALL HYPERBOLIC
    I used to be good at being alone. In fact, I’d sort of preferred it.
    I was never very good at playing with a team. I’d taken ballet when I was little, but I was always out of sync, so I mostly ended up pirouetting into other girls, so much so that I had to be assigned my own special corner for practice. Same when I was in tae kwon do—I don’t think the boy next to me appreciated my enthusiastic would-be roundhouse kicks as much as I did.
    Then came the body changes, the strange stares and inappropriate touches from some truly assholish boys, and I was no longer interested in being around groups of any size. Say hello to my dad’s humongous DVD collection and a bunch of old, nerdy sci-fi shows and terrible horror movies. Hello also to a fully stocked personal library. I could spend as much time alone as I wanted, watching and reading about fictional girls doing exciting fictional things, and I was straight-up content.
    That was, of course, before the day I found myself transformed into a whole new girl, ready to leap from a window and take on the night. And before the day Dalton came back to school and I began to form my pack.
    I was alone that afternoon, back in my bedroom, waiting for Spencer to text to let me know it was time to head to Dalton’s house. I’d made a trip to the library after school to check out some books on anything resembling the topic of shadowmen, then opted to avoid the welcome-home rally for Dalton. I assumed Nikki and friends wouldn’t miss me.
    My dad and stepmom were both out. My stepsister, Dawn, was home, but she had some sort of paper to work on, so she might as well have been in the wilds of the Amazon for how easy it was to get in touch with her.
    I was surrounded by all my creature comforts—my personal collections of DVDs and books, all organized in the particular way I like them; the geeky posters on my walls; Ein, the stuffed corgi.
    But I was far from feeling comfortable.
    All I could think about was the shadowman from the night before. I kept