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Cal looked out the window. Zero Day would be in a couple weeks. May first, since the original date didn't exactly work out. . .
He felt excited and relieved. Cal would finally go out with a bang, just like he'd wanted to.
The Army Of Two would have made their print on the world, and it'd be over.
But would they? In the grand scheme of things, how would it work out? Cal worried about any flaws in the plan. They'd fix them right up, though. And it would all be okay. No more of that school, or that life. He was almost done. A few weeks. His last spring. One last April.
He thought he might miss Andre in whatever place they went off to after their lives were over, but Cal figured they'd probably end up together.
He could only remind himself of the ideal peace, being carried out in a body bag. Maybe death would be kinder to them than life ever was.