While You Slept

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She could hear the thump of her heart against her chest. This is it, she thought; I'm going to die. She heard his footsteps and began to run her weak legs barely able to carry her. When she thought she had lost him, he appeared out of nowhere and climbed on her, pressing her hard to the ground.
"What do you want??" she screamed, her voice sounding more like forced whispers. He said nothing then after a while he smiled, a vicious wicked grin. He lowered his head and whispered, "You..."

BEEP!
Sloane almost leaped out of bed when she heard her alarm clock. For the first time in years she was happy to hear the annoying ring of it. Her dream –more like a nightmare- was so weird and horrible that she had to wake up. But she was a federal spy and dreams weren't supposed to scare her. She had been in worse situations. To clear her head she went downstairs and made a fresh pot of coffee, carried it upstairs with her and took small sips while she got ready for work. She enjoyed the quietness that River lane Manhattan, New york offered every day. It was way better than the noise of the city. She worked for the Pentagon, the top security body of the country. But she was trained at Brodwell training arena. That was another division of the Pentagon. It hosted people of different age and abilities. It was filled with SIT'S – Spy in Training- young scientists, bionic people, gifted ones, you name it. Sloane has had interest in being a spy ever since her father told her stories of when he and her mother Judy were secret agents in the federal agency. But she barely spent time with them at that time. She spent the better part of her childhood with her grandfather William Preston who she found out was a radioactive scientist or rather a biological professor. But her parents were retired now and were living in New Orleans where she grew up while her grandfather was locked up in a mental institute. After a quick shower, she walked to her closet and after long minutes contemplating on what to wear, she finally settled on a red plaid shirt over black slacks and low heels. She had thought of wearing her official spy wear, the one she usually wears on missions but she decided against it. She wanted to look normal for a change.
She finished her coffee and she made sure all her gadgets were in her training bag and at the last minute double checked for her writing pad. Being a spy also meant you take notes, lots of them. She went downstairs and made herself a breakfast of pancakes with apples and crispy bacon. Feeling surprisingly hungry, she quickly ate and in less than thirty minutes she was already heading for her car to go to work. After making a mental note to call her mother later she backed her red Porsche out into the drive way and zoomed off.