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A swat team burst through the rehearsal door. ”Put your hands up!”
“W-w-what’s happening?” Mitch looked around to face Scott who was pale with fear.
Everyone’s hands went above their heads but they were too taken back to say anything. Kevin's eyes were wide as they pulled Mitch’s arms behind him, handcuffing his wrists.
“Why-what. . .? Did-did I do something wrong?” Mitch asked, stunned and scared.
“No. We don’t know yet.”
They led Mitch out of the building and into a black SUV across the street. Inside he met a man.
“Hello Mitch, my name is Gabriel.”
“Why am I-I here?” For god's sake he couldn’t stop stuttering.
“We fear that you might be infected. . .” he paused and then said the terrible words, “infected with Libbelia.”
