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Sweet Zydrate
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Zara Sutton
She was known as the Devil's Daughter... only because her father was one of the world's elite snipers. He had kept his identity secret for a long time but someone had found out he was living a double life. So someone made the smart (not smart really) move of going after his family. Had they known he had taught his one and only daughter how to survive just as he had, maybe they would have had an easier time getting to her. It took at least two-thirds of a squad sent after her to realize she wasn't going to come quietly. Zara had fought tooth and nail to travel from Brazil to the US where she was going to be guaranteed protection from those trying to kill her.
It really didn't make any sense that they wanted to protect her but she had to make her way to them first? It was all already pretty shady. But she did it, nonetheless. She wondered why she was going to be assigned security when she could take care of herself better than anyone else could.
But sooner than expected, Zara found herself in the US... well, in Tucson, Arizona to be exact.
Now, she was supposed to make contact with someone from the White House and from there, go underground but again, for some reason, that didn't sound too smart. She thought she was doing just fine on her own. As she sat at the small coffee shop, sipping on a black coffee, she went over her choices. If she called, she would be holed up somewhere, easily making her a target. Or, she could leave it and find out exactly who was after her. It would require more travel but that was fine with her... she had plenty of money, thanks to her father...
Her father... momentarily, Zara allowed herself a moment of grief... she had seen her father die in front of her eyes as much as it pained her, she listened to his last words...'run'... and that's exactly what she did.
Letting the grief pass, Zara became aware of her surroundings once more... she couldn't go there... at least right now.
Making her mind up, she grabbed one of the 4 burner phones she had purchased at a small gas station just outside the city. She dialed the phone number she had been taught to memorize... the other side rang twice before the call was picked up, Zara didn't answer right away as she was listening for any clues coming from the other side... nothing. She then spoke, "Midsummer Night". They wanted her location... Zara didn't answer. Instead, she tossed the phone on the floor under the booth and got up to leave. They knew her general location after 15 seconds of being on the line. Getting up, she dropped the phone under the booth and made her way discreetly out of the coffee shop and easily blended in with the college crowd...
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Zara Sutton
She was known as the Devil's Daughter... only because her father was one of the world's elite snipers. He had kept his identity secret for a long time but someone had found out he was living a double life. So someone made the smart (not smart really) move of going after his family. Had they known he had taught his one and only daughter how to survive just as he had, maybe they would have had an easier time getting to her. It took at least two-thirds of a squad sent after her to realize she wasn't going to come quietly. Zara had fought tooth and nail to travel from Brazil to the US where she was going to be guaranteed protection from those trying to kill her.
It really didn't make any sense that they wanted to protect her but she had to make her way to them first? It was all already pretty shady. But she did it, nonetheless. She wondered why she was going to be assigned security when she could take care of herself better than anyone else could.
But sooner than expected, Zara found herself in the US... well, in Tucson, Arizona to be exact.
Now, she was supposed to make contact with someone from the White House and from there, go underground but again, for some reason, that didn't sound too smart. She thought she was doing just fine on her own. As she sat at the small coffee shop, sipping on a black coffee, she went over her choices. If she called, she would be holed up somewhere, easily making her a target. Or, she could leave it and find out exactly who was after her. It would require more travel but that was fine with her... she had plenty of money, thanks to her father...
Her father... momentarily, Zara allowed herself a moment of grief... she had seen her father die in front of her eyes as much as it pained her, she listened to his last words...'run'... and that's exactly what she did.
Letting the grief pass, Zara became aware of her surroundings once more... she couldn't go there... at least right now.
Making her mind up, she grabbed one of the 4 burner phones she had purchased at a small gas station just outside the city. She dialed the phone number she had been taught to memorize... the other side rang twice before the call was picked up, Zara didn't answer right away as she was listening for any clues coming from the other side... nothing. She then spoke, "Midsummer Night". They wanted her location... Zara didn't answer. Instead, she tossed the phone on the floor under the booth and got up to leave. They knew her general location after 15 seconds of being on the line. Getting up, she dropped the phone under the booth and made her way discreetly out of the coffee shop and easily blended in with the college crowd...