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Sloane stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down her body. She did not bother to pin her hair up after all it was due for a wash anyways. The water felt so good. Her usual evening jog helped relieve the stress she felt and it got her thinking, from what she understood from the Silver files she did not see any threat yet. But she could not shake this nagging feeling that something was wrong some were. Oh well, whatever it was it could always be sorted out. She dried her body and slipped on her red silk robe. She had a light dinner of chicken soup and a glass of André. When she was done eating, she washed up and poured another glass for herself and settled down in one of the sofas in the living room. She picked up The Help determined to read about half of the book before she slept. The night was almost perfect. Or so she thought. It wasn't till after the first shot came through the window that she reacted. She toppled forward and found cover behind the other sofa that was away from the windows. She plucked her pistol from one of the hidden compartments in the furniture but before she could aim at her shooter he was gone and amongst the shards of glass she saw what looked like a note. She got up from where she was hiding and with stealth movements walked towards the note, her guard not wavering. When she was sure the coast was clear, she let down her guard and bent to pick up the note. She held it tentatively by its edge so as to not smudge any fingerprints that was left on it but she doubt that there was any left. She found a plastic bag in the kitchen and put the note inside, her mind made up to take it to work the next day and hand it over to the lab to dust for fingerprints. At least that was as good as any place to start. She looked at the note which said, 'STAY OUT OF MY WAY', as baffled as she was, she left the note on the counter and went ahead to clean up the mess. She would deal with the note later the next day. Once she was done she went straight to bed. After a few tossing and turning on her bed and pacing her around her room she finally slept.

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