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was just too placid for her. Caylin’s natural center would forever be a gymnasium. But she had to play along. “It’s beautiful, Jenny. I can’t imagine a more perfect place.”
    â€œI told you so. We meet here as a group once a day in the morning. That way you can face your day without any questions. You always know where you belong.”
    Caylin leaned in close. “Where’s Lucien?”
    Jenny patted her hand. “Be patient. He’ll be here soon. And then you can begin your new life.”
    Caylin tried to convey a desperate smile—as if to say that this place was her last hope. But she didn’t want to overdo it. Jenny seemed so insanely happy, but how much was too much with these people? And what would happen if they figured out Caylin was a fake?
    Suddenly a gong sounded.
    Jenny stiffened. “It’s time.” She patted Caylin’s handonce again and said, “Good luck.” Then she retreated into the shadows.
    Caylin whirled around. She didn’t know which way to look. Then she spotted a set of double doors at the opposite end of the temple. With another deafening gong, the double doors slowly slid open.
    She saw a silhouette, backlit by an intense floodlight. A tall, slim figure of a man. Flowing robes. Unearthly glow. An entrance fit for a king. The man stepped forward, and Caylin got her first good look at him. It was true. It was him.
    Luscious Lucien West!
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    â€œThink it’ll work if we play dead?” Theresa asked.
    The motorcycles headed straight for them. The riders brandished their weapons, looking real ready to take the Spy Girls’ heads off.
    â€œThat only works with grizzly bears!” Jo replied, shoving Theresa out of the way. “Look out!”
    They split to each side of the alley, ducking between rusted garbage cans and mounds of junk. The cycles roared by, missing them by inches.
    Jo and Theresa shared a look. This was serious.
    The riders locked up their brakes fifty paces down the alley, stopping in a screech of burning rubber. They immediately turned the bikes around.
    â€œWhat’s the plan?” Theresa shouted to Jo.
    â€œYou’re the smart one,” Jo replied. “Talk to them.”
    â€œYou’re the flirt— you talk to them,” Theresa yelled.
    The bad guys gunned the engines once again and tore toward them. The weapons whirled above their heads—waiting to come down on the Spy Girls’ own.
    â€œI think hiding in the garbage is a bad idea!” Theresa hollered.
    â€œI think you’re riiiiiighhht! Whoa! ”
    The baseball bat came within inches of Jo’s skull as the bikers raced by again. They screeched to a halt like before, but this time they were much closer. The Spy Girls had seconds to act.
    â€œThat’s it !” Jo screamed. “That came very close to the hair!”
    â€œWhat are you going to do?” Theresa asked desperately, watching in obvious horror as Jo stood up, grabbed a hunkof discarded wood, and marched defiantly to the middle of the alley. “Jo! Are you nuts ?”
    â€œHey!” Jo called. “You! Yeah, you, the ugly one with the bat!” Jo brandished her own rickety club. “If you’re so tough, why don’t you come fight like a man!”
    â€œJo! He’ll kill you!” Theresa pleaded.
    â€œI’m defending myself,” Jo replied angrily. “Just like the manual says I should.”
    â€œThe manual didn’t mention swords and bats!” Theresa shouted.
    But it was too late. The rider with the bat came forward alone, responding to Jo’s taunt. The other three stayed back, probably enjoying the show.
    Jo planted her feet and took her best A-Rod batting stance—but instead of a pitcher, she faced another hitter. One with a real bat.
    â€œC’mon, meat, show me the cheese!” Jo called.
    The biker gunned the engine. The cycle lurched forward,