The Truth About Gabby [Episode 6: Trust Issues]

By Jackal Entente

Gabby has journeyed to the past again and a set of factors make her question those who have been assisting her so far.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackal Entente
• Release date: Dec 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463833452

Jackal Entente

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The Truth About Gabby [Episode 6: Trust Issues]

By Jackal Entente

Copyright 2019 Jackal Entente

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[February 8, 2019. Johnstown, Pennsylvania. 5:01 A.M.]

[4 Days, 23 Hours, 1 Minute until Afterglow ends.]

What's your problem?! One minute you're telling me to relax and then you bring me to the past! What the hell, GMP?! the alarmed voice of the muscle-bound, big-bellied woman demanded. Gabby was hiding in her living room closet. It had a perfect view of her front door, her brown eyes peering through the wooden slats. She had Bochica below her face, breaking out in a cold sweat as she had just put him in silent mode. In less than a handful of seconds, she thought quickly and shrunk her belly by nearly sixty percent. She watched her Points drop to forty-four. It would have been down hearting, but that was superseded by the scene before her. Presently, she was glaring at the two figures that had broken into her apartment. They were standing in the entrance hall. She recognized GMP, but not the edgy look on his face, or the woman standing next to him. She had always known him to be a very collected individual. More importantly, why was he here? None of this made any sense.