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They Key to Believingchapter 18
The Journey to the EndFirst thing on the list: make a car reservation. Finding a car rental agency walking distance to her home, she called and they said they have a few compact cars available. Figuring this would be good for better gas mileage on her trip, she took what she thought was the most fuel-efficient car. “We’re open until nine tonight,” the woman at the rental agency said. Sloane was hoping she could get the car after dinner, but she figured her sister would want to keep her for longer than she should stay, so she planned to get the car before she left for dinner. She even called to confirm with her dad that they were meeting for dinner at Dimitri’s at six in the evening. Second on the list: get food you’ll need to bring on the trip. This one seemed a little easier to handle before dinner, because before she got the rental car she could go to the grocery store to purchase protein bars and juice meals, so that she would be able to eat well and continue driving, saving time. Next on the list: when she gets home she has to pack for a few days and make sure the cooler is clean. Get the cooler from the back of the pantry closet, she thought. Get the suitcase from under the bed in the bedroom. She began writing a physical list of what she needed would help:
underwear and socks
black pants
black sport bra and tank top
black t-shirt
dark green long-sleeved shirt
khaki sweater
brown overcoat and rain jacket
running shoes
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food packed in cooler
handgun
map for directions in car
small flashlight
sunglasses and visor
phone numbers
Calling the front desk was the first thing she had to take care of at Madison before she could go out in the lab and tell people she would be out of town.
The receptionist answered at the front desk, “Madison Pharmaceuticals.”
“Hi, this is Sloane Emerson in research, I needed to log in a last-minute need for taking the rest of this week off as vacation time.”
“Alright, just one moment please...”
She listened to the woman file paperwork; the woman finally got back to the phone, “You don’t usually take time off, do you?”
“No, why?”
“I’d remember your name for vacation time requests, that’s all. I’m sure you have the time, so feel free, and thanks for letting me know.”
Seeing things starting to come into place, Sloane was ready to step out into the lab and tell people she would be gone for the rest of the week.
“What’s the occasion?” Howard asked. Sloane told Kyle and Howard. Julie walked over to find out what was going on.
“I need to get some work done, I don’t know if it will help our research or not, so I am just taking it off as vacation time.”
“You need that much time for it?” Kyle asked.
“I’ll be stopping at a few places, so I’ll probably need all that time. I know I have to be somewhere far from here both Thursday and Friday, so we’ll see how I can get to all of these places.”
“Well, good luck,” Julie said from behind her.
“Thanks. I was just coming out to tell people I’d be going.”
“When did you plan this?” one of them asked.
“Just now, so don’t think I don’t tell you what is going on when, I just found this out myself.”
“Does this have anything to do with the paperwork you asked me to find on the man that just died?” Julie asked.
She had completely forgotten asking her about it. “Not really, but a little, I guess. Were you able to come up with anything?”
“It will take a little time to get all of that information...”
“Just lock it up in one of my lockers when you get it, and leave me a voice mail about where it is so I can go through it when I get back, and thank you so much.”
“No problem, Ms. Emerson,” she answered as Sloane turned to go to her office, then realized that she had nothing to do there and turned back toward Kyle. “I, I think I have everything as in order as I can while I’m here, so if you need me for vaccine work, I can help.”
Kyle saw how disconnected she appeared to be “Are you sure you’re okay for work right now?”
“...Maybe if there is more mindless work I can help with, like filling out forms for duplicates or something, I can be doing that...”
“Sure, chief, just go to that table and I’ll get stuff together for you.” After she started to walk to the table, Kyle turned toward Howard and they both gave each other looks like they had never seen her act so lost before.
Working like a colloquial monkey-at-a-typewriter, Sloane didn’t have anything of substance to offer to help with vaccine research and worked on plugging numbers and filling out forms for half of the afternoon. Everyone at the lab found out she would be gone for the week, and she told everyone that if they had anything to ask, bug her while she was working in the lab before she left for the day.
When the clock read 3:00 p.m., Sloane turned to Kyle and said, “Am I doing okay?”
“You got a lot more done than I thought would even get done today, so thanks. Why?”
“I was just thinking that since I came in two hours early today, that maybe I would leave early today, so I can get ready for my trip.”
“Oh ... okay ... are you taking the Madison plane to wherever you’re going for work?”
Knowing that she didn’t want anyone to know where she was going and that she had pulled more than $1,000 out of her checking account to pay for the car, hotels, food and gas, she said “No, I don’t need it. But I’ll call you if I need anything.”
“You bringing your computer with you so you can get on to the net?”
“Yeah, so I could e-mail you as well, so don’t worry...” She got up to start cleaning up her belongings and was able to pack everything away in her office and say good-bye to everyone by 3:30, so she could start on one of the longest journeys of her life.
Before leaving the office, her hands slammed on her keyboard in her office to go to any web site that would give for information about what the uniform colors would be of the men guarding the warehouse site. Finding a few pages with sample outfits for possible uniforms guards could be wearing, she analyzed her closet and clothing choices in her mind to see if she had clothes that would be good camouflage as well as help her blend in with other people there. First thing on the list that evening, after she got home from work: go to the grocery store. Investigate choices for protein drinks and diet shakes that contain protein, vitamins and minerals. Pick up some vitamin tablets. Look for protein bars, and try to find filler foods to make the stomach full if the diet shakes aren’t enough. Next thing to do: get out the suitcase and cooler for the foods. Clean the cooler out. Pack. Remember what you’ll wear in the car; make sure you have bandages and a small first aid kit in case it is needed. Pack the flashlight in a carry-on. Pack the bullets in the case, and remember to bring the make-up paint. Remember hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, rubber band for hair. Get sunglasses and sun visor in car as well. Leave the computer and phone lists in briefcase next to front door to take along. Counting the cash in her wallet, she tried to remember if there was anything else she had forgotten if she had everything. The dried food was packed in the cooler. Check. The maps were in the car, behind the driver’s seat. Check. The luggage had everything she needed, and her coat with her suitcase. Check. All seemed to be in order. Time to look at the watch, 5:35. Might as well leave to get to the restaurant a little early, she thought. She knew she should see her family, but she knew she ouldn’t tell them anything about what she was about to do. Sloane always felt an eerie silence when she met up with her siblings, now she knew she had a specific reason to feel that way. She tried to shake it off, and made her way to her car. Checking her watch as she drove into a parking space at Dimitri’s. She read 5:52 on her watch. Her father’s car was already there. Trying to think of what she could say about her life to fill up the time, she got out and locked her car before walking into the restaurant. Dad was sitting at the bar, waiting for others to show up. “Dad?” she called as she walked toward him into the bar. Her father turned around. “Sloane!” he reached around to hug her. “How’s my little buttercup?” Sloane smiled at the nickname. “I’ve had a lot going on, but I’m okay. How is your work?” She tried to come up with a reason to not talk about her life and to get others to talk about theirs to fill the space. “Why don’t we wait until Dan and Andrea come in to talk about that?” “Are their families coming?” she asked, wondering if she would have to deal with children as well this evening. “I think Andrea has a baby sitter for the night, but Bob can’t make it because he will be late from work.” Sloane liked talking to Andrea’s husband and thought it was a shame that he wasn’t coming. “Well, that’s okay,” Sloane said as Dan came in straight from work to the bar they were sitting at. “Hi dad!” Dan said. “And Sloane! I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!” “Hi, Dan,” she responded. “Yes, I’m still on the face of the earth, I just work too much.” “Busy saving the world from diseases, I think...” her father answered. She turned around to gesture that they should get a table. “Should we tell them we’d like to be seated? Andrea can meet us.” They started to go toward the hostess’ table when Sloane finally said, “I’m not trying to save the world, I’m just trying to help...” Dan looked at her, knowing that she was trying hard to do her job right. Just as they were seated Andrea walked in and found them at their table. “Hi everyone!” Andrea called out. She even turned to Sloane and said afterward, “And how are you? I haven’t seem you for a while.” “I know, I’ve been so trapped in my work that I just haven’t been able to get away...” “You know, you should really take some time off, relax.” “I’m going out of town this week,” she answered, realizing as soon as she said it that she would get a barrage of questions about where she was going and for how long. “Where are you going?” her dad asked. “Just to visit a friend, we don’t know how long I’ll be...” She saw that they wanted to know more and she was just trying to think of something to distract them enough from the story. “A friend of mine agreed that I spend too much time at the office, so we just decided to take a little break.” “That’s nice to hear,” Dan said. “Yeah, I get to go with Bob and the little one.” “How’s little Bob doing?” “Oh, he’s just great. He’s going to go to preschool next year.” “That will give you a little more time to yourselves...” “But you know, I am going to miss my little tiger.” Sloane tried to smile more at people talking, so she would fit in more with their conversstion. “So what has been going on with your work, dad?” “We’ve just been doing more research on the rock samples that came from the rain forests up north.” “I’d really like to take some time to go through some of the forest up there,” she said. “I hear it’s beautiful.” “There are certain patches of land that hadn’t been really explored, but we knew that only certain plants would grow around there, so we were able to get more land samples to see what naturally exists there.” Thinking that extraction studies would be good to learn about, she did her best to pay attention to the stories as the meal at Dimitri’s trailed on. After almost an hour and a half, Sloane had to announce that she had to call it a night. “Hey everyone, I’ve really liked hanging out with you all again, but to go on this trip, we planned to leave early tomorrow morning, and I still have to pack, so I should probably go so I can get a full night’s sleep.” She realized then that slipping that she was going out of town was a good excuse to have her leave early for her journey. “We’ll miss you,” Andrea said. “We always do, buttercup,” her dad said, as he got up to say good-bye. He hugged her and said in her ear, “I’ve got your dinner, too, so don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” she whispered back. “Just have a good trip.” Sloane leaned away from her dad to say to all three of them, “I love you all.” “Have a safe trip” Dan said. “And we’ll talk to you soon,” Andrea said. With that she turned around with her coat and purse to leave Dimitri’s and start her quest. When she got home, she packed her belongings in her rental car and tried to get as much sleep as she could so she could leave before dawn.
Sitting in her rental at 4:45 on Tuesday morning, Sloane looked over her map again, guessing the length of time it would take before she would get to a destination where she could rest for the night. “It’s over four hundred miles before I get to I15, but Montana has no speed limit, so I should get a break there. Then I’ll take I15 for almost the same amount of time before I get to I80. Take that east and see how far I can go on it before I ... collapse,” she thought as she closed the map. “One quick check before I go: clothes, food, numbers, map and directions to the Pennsylvania military site, flashlight, make-up cover, gun, ammo, computer, cash. I think I’m fine,” she said as she remembered that she had locked and cleaned out her apartment and started the car to drive away. Thinking briefly about Saunders mailing her information, she wondered in a flash as she drove toward the exits for the expressways and highways what happened to him when he died. Was he shot? Who shot him? Did anyone say anything to him before they shot him to death? Did he live long once shot? Was he shot because he had talked to her? Suddenly her fear of being a reason why people were getting killed from the military was getting to her. She began to think that if she had to shoot someone when she was at the site in self-defense, she wouldn’t feel as bad about it, if they were able to kill people with impunity for telling the truth. “Sloane had been acting strange lately,” Howard said to Kyle as they were having lunch Tuesday. “I don’t know if she’s been having too much going on in her life, or what,” Kyle said as he tried to eat. No one knew why Sloane Emerson took off on the spur of the moment, and no one could explain why she wanted to leave when she never wanted to take vacation days because she loved her work so much. It was all a mystery to them, and they wondered if they would ever get the answers from her. Making a point to stop every two hours to stretch her legs at a rest stop, Sloane was making excellent time on her first day of the trip. She was even impressed at how far she was able to get into Nebraska before she had to get a place to stay for the night, because she was able to go far enough into the state that the Nebraska hotels were incredibly cheap for only a bed for the night. Even though she brought a portable alarm clock, she asked for a wake-up call at four in the morning. Before she went to bed, she checked her belongings again; she was impressed by how little food she actually went though and was still feeling fine. She stretched a little and practiced high kicks and punches to move her body some before stretching more right in front of her twin-sized bed. She got to sleep a few hours before midnight. Early Wednesday morning she left to work her way across the country, and seeing that it would only take eight hours to get from Omaha to I80 just south of Chicago, she thought it would be a good idea to stay in Chicago and see what the city was like. She got through Nebraska, then Iowa, then worked her way into Illinois. Guessing that gas prices would be higher the closer she got to Chicago, she filled her gas tank again so that she would have no problem getting in and out of the city Thursday morning before dawn to go to Pennsylvania. She took I55, the first main highway, north to the city. Having a city map in her atlas, she saw that she should go to somewhere in the north side of the city to see what the town was like. And looking at a price hotel map, she actually found a place for less money. “They’ve got Holiday Inns, but they’re so much ... There’s actually a place, it says off of ’Southport’ north of ’Belmont’ ... It’s a good thing this town is set up like a grid, or I’d never find the place.” Getting a room for just over sixty dollars for the night, she left her rental in their small lot for the night. Although the parking spots were small, they at least weren’t on hills, like in other western states. She walked up the street and passed a few bars and a grocery store, stopping briefly to get some celery and fresh fruit before she left again to sit in a place and meet some people. Seeing that there was nothing north of the street just under a mile north of her hotel, she stopped in a corner bar at around eight o’clock. She sat at the bar and a tall gentleman with black hair asked her what she’d like. “Um, just a ... what kinds of soda do you have?” “Coke, Sprite and Ginger Ale.” “I’ll have the Ginger Ale please.” An overweight woman came up to her. “Is that all you’re getting?” Sloane didn’t understand. “Why, what are you having?” “Budweiser, in a bottle.” Checking to see and noting that they have Budweiser on tap, Sloane asked, “Does it taste better in a bottle, because they have it on tap.” “Nah, I get it for running the show here. You’re here for it, right?” “No, what is it?” “It’s an open mike that I’ve run here for years. I thought you’d have something to read. You could at least stop back there with the mike and listen, cutie.” Sloane thought it was strange that she was called ’cutie’; then she understood that this lady was probably being hit on her. “Well, maybe, I can’t stay here all night, though.” “Why, you gotta be somewhere else tonight?” “No, I --” “Don’t even tell me you have to work early. I have to work in a far West suburb tomorrow morning.” “Actually, I do. I leave to get out of town by four in the morning.” “Well, cutie, try to stop back there, okay?” Sloane smiled. “Okay, I’ll try...” Over the course of her evening there she got hit on by a man who told her that he had a novel published, until she found out from someone else that he published it himself. “Interesting break,” she thought, as she left after being there for an hour and going to a bar for some water where the old men hung out, that was right next to a closed comic book store. The clock next to her bed in her hotel room read 10:46 when she decided to close her eyes and try to get five hours of sleep before the hotel gave her a wake-up call at four in the morning. That night Sloane lay in bed, trying to remember what Nuanchan told her about going to her place to try to relax. She needed to unwind after meeting the strange crowd at two bars in Chicago. The beach appeared to her as plain as day; she was alone; it was sunset; there was a slight breeze along her body; she smelled the salt in the water and she felt the sand under her toes. The ocean waves crashed a few yards away. She looked over at the water, thinking about how calm it was, to finally have a space for herself where no one bothered her. She started to relax. After a few minutes, she heard some more water splashing in the distance. Not thinking of it at first, she knew it had to be some birds or some people playing in the water. “Wait, there’s no one here”, she thought. She sat up and opened her eyes, trying to guess where the noise came from. She realized it was the sound of feet splashing in water, about fifty feet away. The sun was setting, but she tried to make out the image. There was one person there, she could tell that much; she saw a long-sleeved shirt, maybe beige, with rolled up white pants and bare feet kicking the water right at the edge of the shore. Black hair, she could spot that. Beyond that she couldn’t make out a thing about the person. And the person was staying over there, not bothering her at all. She figured that if the person stayed over there and minded their own business, she wouldn’t mind. She would still be here and it would still be like her own ’turf’, with no one bothering her. Sloane fell asleep while sitting at the beach, waiting for her nothing. After she received the wake-up call, she hopped in the shower at 4:03. Quickly dressing herself, she had everything packed. She was out the door by 4:17 in the morning, hoping that she would miss any morning traffic by leaving so early to go through the city. This was the first time she saw what they called the ’loop’, and she was awe-struck by the architecture. She watched the high-rise buildings and skyscrapers, when she wasn’t looking at the ornate work on the sides of the churches. Forty-five minutes after she left her hotel she was getting on I80 again, and at this point she just had a lot of straight driving to do. “Oh, shit, there are tolls past Chicago on I80,” she said under her breath as she pulled up to the first station in Indiana to take a card that would define how much she owed at the end of the state, as she would have to do all the way until she got to Pennsylvania. “The maps say it should take me about thirteen hours from here,” she said under her breath as she started on another long stretch of road, before her journey reached its end. Seven hours had passed when she saw that it was noon, so she hoped she could get to a hotel near the military site by dinnertime. She exited I80 by going south on 33, and she knew she was close to the site. When she passed military site signs, she then knew that she needed to find a hotel north of the military site, so that she would be able to get to I80 easily again, which would lead her close to New York if she was able to get enough medication for Carter. Getting there early enough, she had time to get a hotel and pay with cash. Considering her choices for the evening, she started her list of things to do: First, call Carter to possibly say good-bye to him, then stretch, then try to rest for a few hours, then stretch and work out to make muscles flexible again, then stretch again to end the workout. All this time in organizing she had been delaying her phone call. Looking at the rates of a call in the hotel, she thought she’d try to make a collect call. Carter’s phone rang. “Hello?” “Will you accept a collect call from...” the operator let a small amount of time pass before she said what she was told to say, “your soul mate?” Carter thought for a split second. “Yes.” “Thank you,” and they both heard the click of the operator getting off the line. Sloane started first. “Carter?” “Why didn’t you use your name?” “It’s a long story, but I don’t want people to know where I am.” “Why not?” “Because I’ve driven across the country by myself, and --” “You’ve what?” “I had to do this, and I’m not going to tell you what I’m doing, but --” “But what?” “But what I’m doing is illegal. I don’t know if I’ll be okay through it.” “Where are you?” “If I come out okay from this, I’ll be coming to your place.” “Why?” “I’ll hopefully have something for you if I’m successful.” “What would you have for me that’s ... wait a minute...” “I wanted to just tell you something before I go, though.” “Are you doing what I think you might be doing?” “Carter, I wanted to tell you that I love you more than life.” She had to stop because she started to cry. “And... And if anything happens to me, just know that I died trying to make you live, because ... because there is no point to my living in a world without you, because ... well, because your existence has given my life meaning. It didn’t really have any before, and you gave me that.” Carter knew she didn’t want him to say her name, and he had to collect his thoughts and stop himself from crying after hearing her words. “You know that you are the only meaning in my life, angel. Really, you are my angel. But... I have to ask. Are you going to try to --” Carter remembered that Sloane didn’t want anyone to know where she was, so he tried to speak using crucial words to try to still get his point across. “Try to get me medication?” “Carter, I gave this to you, so if this --” “You didn’t do anything to hurt me, you’ve been saving me through all of this. You know that.” Fearing that this would be too much information to say over the phone, she knew she had no choice and said it anyway. “Carter, someone else that gave me information was killed.” “I ... I don’t think that --” “Carter, if they’re not out to get everyone, they then sure the Hell seem to be out to get ME.” “Don’t say that.” Carter wondered with everything that had happened to her that maybe she was correct. “Look at everything that has happened to me! The book, my colleague, the two people with information being killed, you, they had to go do this to you, and how much more are they going to do to me?” “This is the work you do. What choice do you have?” “I have the choice in what I am doing now.” “The choice you won’t tell me about?” “Carter, I’m not telling you any more. I think I should go now, just to make sure. Please, Carter, just know that I am doing this for you, and that I love you.” “Angel, I love you too. More than life.” Carter knew he had to say something that would make her stronger for whatever she had to do. “Hey, I know you, and I know that you are pretty much capable of moving mountains and tall buildings, and maybe even parting the sea ... so all I can say is don’t hurt anyone when you get what you want.” “Parting the sea, eh?” Carter laughed when she said that. “You have always been capable of everything, so I know you can accomplish anything now.” Sloane smiled as they sat there for a moment in silence. Carter finally spoke. “I will see you tomorrow.” “Yes, you will.” “I love you more than life, angel.” “I love you, Carter.” After listening to his receiver click as he hung up the phone, she then hung the phone up, then started crying. At this point all she could do was stay on her mission, because, like he said, she always accomplished her goals. She had to keep on schedule, so she walked over to start stretching on the floor. She asked the hotel clerk if they could give her a wake-up call in a few hours. Needing to fall asleep quickly but not knowing how, Sloane decided she would imagine her place to relax. Almost immediately, the beach appeared to her. There was nothing around her to disturb her, it was sunset, and she felt a slight breeze along her body. Smelling the seawater, she felt the sand under her feet. Listening to the ocean waves crashing nearby, she looked over at the calm water. This was a space to herself where no one bothered her. Staying away from the water, she remained seated and looked at the pier in the distance. Suddenly she heard a noise behind her; she turned her head and saw the person she had seen before, this time a little closer. Doing her best to turn her body around, she sprung up as quickly as she could and shouted to the other person, “Who are you?” and received no reply. “Wait -- I want to talk to you --” came out of her mouth and she started to move closer to the person. The person started to move away, but then the black-haired person suddenly turned around, and she could only see that it was a man, and the person moved his hands down, as a signal for her to sit. She stood there, not knowing if that was his command or if she should do what he suggested. She took a step forward and he turned around to leave, so she stopped. When this person turned around to see she stopped, he signaled again for her to sit in the sand -- so she did, to wait for his next move. Sloane fell asleep while sitting at the beach, waiting. Dreaming about the same place a few hours later, she was at the water again and this person came up to her. He was two feet away, though she could not even describe what he looked like. When this man in her dream finally approached her, she asked, “Who are you?” Never hearing this man’s voice before, he answered, “You’re asking the wrong questions.” When he said those words he started to walk into the water. This infuriated her, she did not know what that meant, so she decided to go after him. Getting up from sitting in the sand, she started to run into the water after him, but the water was ice cold and it woke her up from her dream immediately. After she woke and the alarm clock later rang, she was surprised by the alarm clock and it made her determined, so she stretched and worked out just enough to make her muscles flexible again. She finished by stretching again to end her workout. She knew she was about to do the most frightening thing she had ever done, so she didn’t know if how she felt was due to excitement, nervousness, getting in shape the past few weeks -- or all three. But checking how she felt, she knew she was right, because she still had a ton of energy to achieve her goal. For this confrontation and escape, she pulled the right clothes out, dressing in dark army greens, layered with a few light beige colors and browns for camouflage, with stretch slacks in dark browns and blacks so she could try to infiltrate the military site. In pockets she also packed a small flashlight; she kept her gun in a holster at her hip. One pocket was stocked up with a small set of bullets. She kept her clothing and belonging well packed, and she made a point to not bring more cash than what she would need for one meal, or any ID, because she didn’t want anyone to be able to identify her quickly. After putting make-up paint on her face and arms to smudge on her skin, she hoped she wouldn’t be as noticeable in the dark. All that was then left for her to do was throw away the make-up paint because she wouldn’t need it again. “Mental note,” she thought, “drop the make-up colors in assorted places so they wouldn’t all be together for her to be caught with.” Working only from a small copy of the map that she could get of the area, she arrived at an available check-point at 3:32, knowing that the new guard switches and a new guard for the week will come in at 4:00 a.m. their time. Intentionally getting there early because she assumed it would be best to investigate the surroundings for escape routes, she looked at the foliage, trees, bush and tree lines, the military works all around her, and even the amount of dew on the surroundings so she would know whether or not it would be easy to slip as she was running. “Can’t climb the Pines,” she thought as she looked at the assortment of trees around her. Some of them had good foliage for cover, so she would be able to hide easily in the dark with them. There were empty barracks, but there were fences everywhere with barbed wire along the tops,. The only saving grace to her was a hole in the bottom of one of the fences at one point near a guardhouse. It was a small hole, she thought, but she would be able to fit through it if she needed to, and it would be more difficult for soldiers when covered in uniforms and body armor, with weapons, a canteen and radios to manage through with. Trying to canvas the site from the map, she also saw the tower, and saw that there were fewer guards around the tower, trying to consider that it might be a good idea to go near the tower to move because their lights flash far away from itself and there are fewer guards there, but then she realized that they could see her directly below and radio to anyone to come over to stop her. After looking at her surrounding so that she would know where, when and how it was safe to travel, she also tried to watch the pattern of the light motion from the tower, so that she knew when to run to escape the light in the dead of night. Trying to eye everything up, she saw some well-lit warehouses with no guards; she knew these couldn’t be the ones with the cure because they wouldn’t leave it so well exposed. Seeing many signs for land mine zones, she still eyed the ton of barbed wire, making it impossible to cross at the top of the fence. The ground was her only chance, and the one hole she spotted was her only chance, and it was relatively close to what she thought was the building she had to go to. Finally spotting a building where there were many guards patrolling and it was dark, she wondered if she was looking at just the right area in the right direction. There were a few signs around it and on the doors for one warehouse; they were too far away for her to read, but she thought this had to be the place. Reading her watch, it said 3:58 a.m., she patted her flashlight and her gun, then patted the ammo she stored in a third pocket. Four minutes later, guards were changing at 4:02 a.m., and then she saw an opportunity to move in because everyone was facing only one direction, opposite her. “This is the end of the line,” she thought. She had worked out and practiced aerobics, motion, and yoga exercises for only a few weeks, but she hoped it was enough to help her through this.
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