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Jonas quickly got into the car, sitting in the back seat and throwing his stuff onto the floor of the car. He didn't bother to buckle up his seat belt. He was far too nervous to stay still right now. As Quin started the car, Jonas shifted from one of the backseat to the other, looking back through the windows to see if that man or if anyone else had seen him get into the car. The last thing he wanted to do was to get these two teens in trouble. He was already beating himself up for forcing them to get involved right now, but he couldn't help it. If he got caught, it wouldn't just be his life at stake. If he got caught, the whole world would change. There was no way he was going to let himself be the one who fucked everything up.
The coast seemed clear for now. Jonas sighed and slumped down in his seat as he finally put on his seatbelt. "How far away do you live?" Jonas asked the redhead. He needed to analyze the situation, and for that, he needed every little piece of information he could get his pale little hands on. "And is it a house? Apartment? Mansion? What are your neighbours like?" Jonas asked. He couldn't let himself get caught off guard. Information was the only way to keep ahead of your enemies. "And Casey, where do you live? And where is the pub where your mom works?" He asked.
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