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			<title>HA HA HA</title>
			<description>BISHOP WAS HERE</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>I woke lying down on the jets seats. I sat up slowly. My arm, shoulder and leg were throbbing. They had been bandaged but they were soaked through with blood. Timothy saw I was awake and came over.&amp;ldquo;Hey. How you feeling?&amp;rdquo; he asked quietly.&amp;ldquo;Fine if you don&amp;rsquo;t count the &amp;lsqu..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>I woke to my ear piece beeping loud and high. I rolled over groggily and picked it up.&amp;ldquo;This is Kayala.&amp;rdquo; I said tiredly.&amp;ldquo;Kayala, there is a togra in Spain. We would leave it to someone else but everyone else can&amp;rsquo;t defeat it.&amp;rdquo; The reply came.&amp;ldquo;What level is it?..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Kayala!&amp;rdquo; I heard a male voice shout.&amp;ldquo;Kay! Mums looking for you! Please say something!&amp;rdquo; I heard Jen shouting in my ear. I groaned and put my hand to my head. It felt hot and wet. I looked at my fingers. They were covered in blood.&amp;ldquo;Aw man.&amp;rdquo; I whispered.&amp;ldquo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, contain it or kill it,&amp;rdquo; I said sarcastically- standing in a pubs toilet applying makeup to myself in the mirror.&amp;ldquo;And don&amp;rsquo;t mess around; you know what happened last time Kayala&amp;rdquo; Sadrince replied.&amp;ldquo;Ok, I won&amp;rsquo;t mess around&amp;rd..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>A few years ago scientists were working on an experiment that could mutate animal&amp;rsquo;s genes and could create new creatures that could do many new things. These were called togras. But then, one day, the experiment went wrong. The togras rebelled and started to destroy everything. Since then a cu..</description>
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			<title>Double lives</title>
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