Three weeks later
Sterling Raymond was driving through a familiar stretch of road, in his black sedan, when it happened.
Ever since he had abruptly left his post at the NIF, Sterling had decided to keep a low profile, moving to a location far enough away that he could rebuild his life. He managed to acquire a job at a law firm, and was taking each day as slowly as he could, until the days became monotonous and repetitive.
Until, one morning, on his way to work, he drove past a young man sitting on the pavement, dressed in shabby clothing, who he had never seen before. He was never concerned, these days, that a man could attack him. Nothing ever happened in his neighborhood, the one he had escaped to.
The young man himself did not startle him, at first, even though he had never met him before. There was a red light at the intersection and so Sterling was then forced to stop, and in turn, study the man in the street.
The man was of a relatively muscular build, and was much younger on closer inspection. The man, or more suitably, according to Sterling, the boy, was an average looking person, nothing spectacular about him. Until he dropped his hood.
Hidden in that grey, tattered, hood, was a set of striking green eyes, a face full of freckles, and a head full of short locks of auburn hair.
The young man was striking, all of a sudden, and reminded him starkly of someone he knew from the past.
The resemblance was striking.
Sterling was then compelled to take a U-turn at the almost empty intersection, and then turn back to the road he had been one before. The young man must have noticed, because he rose from his sitting position and stood defensively to face Sterling, his hands crossed. Sterling then slowly walked to the young man, his hands up.
"What'cha want?" the man asked, his tone prickly. He had a thick accent, and sounded uneducated.
"I am not here to hurt you," Sterling said, gently. "I just recognize you from somewhere,"
"Oh please," the young man yelled, aggravated. "Nobody knows me,"
"What's your name, boy?" Sterling asked.
"Nicholas," he said, straightening himself. "Nicholas Hayes,"
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Divisions
RomanceNatalia Hayes, fresh in her twenties, is a young NIF agent, desperate to prove her strength and skill in a male-dominated field, while trying to keep the walls she's built around herself stable. She's sure she's got it all under wraps until she meet...
