Cindy walked across campus, her psych books clutched to her chest. She was the youngest student to ever get into the best school in the country, and also the most promising. That was true, and Cindy knew it. But some annoying part of her wouldn't let her accept it. She wished that little part of her would shut up so she could enjoy herself.
Cindy was going to be a psychiatrist. She understood people, what their body language meant and how to get them to act a certain way. She would use that to try to get them to a better place. Her friends had always turned to her with problems, she had been the go-to shoulder to cry on. That happened with everyone she met. If it was gonna happen anyway, she may as well get paid for it, right?
Zora crouched in a tree a hundred feet away. She watched Cindy through her scope, the crosshairs perfectly trained on her neck. She pulled the trigger, and a red plumed dart sunk into the girl's skin, causing her to drop like a puppet with the strings cut.
"She's down. Get her out of there now," Zora whispered. The microscopic comms embedded in her throat would pick up even the slightest movement of her vocal chords. Her team could hear everything she said clear as day.
An ambulance pulled up and two medics hopped out. They sprinted to the fallen girl and lifted her onto a stretcher, discreetly removing the tranquilizer dart from her neck. They rushed the stretcher into the ambulance and sped off.
Zora grinned and dropped from the tree. The team was complete.
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Mystery / Thriller256. A number scattered across the universe. Every time something extraordinary happens, there it is. Why? How? Is this a message? And if so, then who from? No one has any answers. So ICE (inexplicable circumstances and emergencies) starts investiga...
