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Sweet Zydrate
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What hell was she doing in California anyway?
Brady Lynn Sharp wondered as she sat in her rental car that was park in a dark alley on a nameless street in L.A.
Oh yeah.. running from an assassin named Johnny Kates. He was ruthless and damn good at his job.
It had started not more than 4 years ago, when Brady was only a field agent for the CIA. She had been in a special division of the CIA. A trained agent with skills that only few would get to learn and all at the government's expense. It was a great life.
Until it was time to get rid of her and her partner, Alex Mason.
Both Brady and Alex were on assignment in Peru, each with orders to get rid of the other. But neither knew about it until it was too late...
Brady had escaped just in time... but did Alex? Yes, she was sure of it. They both had the same training, so it was inevitable that both would survive... So, since then, Brady had layed low, kept herself under the radar, as she was sure Alex had. Brady was more secretative about it all than Alex...hell, Alex didn't give a shit some times and seemed reckless. He liked to wave the fact that the Government had failed in killing him...flaunt it really.
Not Brady, she was more careful...at least until now.
With the purchased, no brand name cellphone in hand, she dialed a number she never thought she'd have to use... but she couldn't run anymore, she needed help... she was tired and about ready to give up.
The other end of the line clicked, indicated someone had picked up. The only one she knew would. There was no time for 'hellos' or 'how are yous'.... instead, she spoke, "I need help." She knew he wouldn't respond. She knew he would find her. She knew he would help her...or at least she hoped he would....
Deep down, she prayed that he wouldn't just ignore her... her prayer seemed to be answered when she heard him, "I'll find you."
That was all they could manage with out the call being traced...
He would find her. She knew she could count on him. He would find her and help her...she hoped he wouldn't be too late. Or else, she'd be another notch on Kates' proverbal bed post.
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What hell was she doing in California anyway?
Brady Lynn Sharp wondered as she sat in her rental car that was park in a dark alley on a nameless street in L.A.
Oh yeah.. running from an assassin named Johnny Kates. He was ruthless and damn good at his job.
It had started not more than 4 years ago, when Brady was only a field agent for the CIA. She had been in a special division of the CIA. A trained agent with skills that only few would get to learn and all at the government's expense. It was a great life.
Until it was time to get rid of her and her partner, Alex Mason.
Both Brady and Alex were on assignment in Peru, each with orders to get rid of the other. But neither knew about it until it was too late...
Brady had escaped just in time... but did Alex? Yes, she was sure of it. They both had the same training, so it was inevitable that both would survive... So, since then, Brady had layed low, kept herself under the radar, as she was sure Alex had. Brady was more secretative about it all than Alex...hell, Alex didn't give a shit some times and seemed reckless. He liked to wave the fact that the Government had failed in killing him...flaunt it really.
Not Brady, she was more careful...at least until now.
With the purchased, no brand name cellphone in hand, she dialed a number she never thought she'd have to use... but she couldn't run anymore, she needed help... she was tired and about ready to give up.
The other end of the line clicked, indicated someone had picked up. The only one she knew would. There was no time for 'hellos' or 'how are yous'.... instead, she spoke, "I need help." She knew he wouldn't respond. She knew he would find her. She knew he would help her...or at least she hoped he would....
Deep down, she prayed that he wouldn't just ignore her... her prayer seemed to be answered when she heard him, "I'll find you."
That was all they could manage with out the call being traced...
He would find her. She knew she could count on him. He would find her and help her...she hoped he wouldn't be too late. Or else, she'd be another notch on Kates' proverbal bed post.
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