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Post by TheSource on Dec 26, 2018 18:24:16 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
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Post by 2old on Dec 26, 2018 18:42:09 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 26, 2018 18:58:14 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
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Post by 2old on Dec 26, 2018 21:18:04 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
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Post by butterfly on Dec 26, 2018 21:31:05 GMT -5
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”. Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed. Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings." ......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner. Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss. It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker. Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers. It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
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Post by 2old on Dec 26, 2018 22:04:03 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
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Post by TheSource on Dec 27, 2018 19:43:47 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
The barista handed Barbara her order and uttered the word ‘chocolatte’ which was the code word the men in the black suits were waiting to hear.
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Post by 2old on Dec 27, 2018 20:48:39 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
The barista handed Barbara her order and uttered the word ‘chocolatte’ which was the code word the men in the black suits were waiting to hear.
Before she had a chance to react, she was grabbed, a cloth forced over her mouth, and that was the last she remembered... until....
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Post by butterfly on Dec 27, 2018 23:57:07 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
The barista handed Barbara her order and uttered the word ‘chocolatte’ which was the code word the men in the black suits were waiting to hear.
Before she had a chance to react, she was grabbed, a cloth forced over her mouth, and that was the last she remembered... until....
She woke up alone and in the dark, and in the background she could hear small creatures skittering along the floor toward her.
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Post by 2old on Dec 28, 2018 8:00:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2:
At the breakfast table, Barbara was trying to recall the events she had in her dream to try and make sense of it all and why she had the nightmare in the first place since she had been on “the medication”.
Over and over in her mind, she replayed the warnings from television commercials encouraging people to use the medicine her specialist had prescribed.
Or, perhaps it was the reality show she had watched on Netflix before falling asleep, called "Cheapskate Weddings."
......or maybe the potato salad was bad she had for dinner.
Regardless, it was time to head off to work as she was already anticipating a difficult day at the office due to the firm having suffered such a devastating financial loss.
It seems the company that employed Barbara owned a convention center that had burned down the night before. The fire inspector knew it had been started by a careless smoker.
Realigning her thoughts to concentrate on driving, she pulled up in front of her local Starbucks to get her usual latte on the way to work and as she was about to turn the car off, a breaking news announcement came blaring out of the radio speakers.
It was the FBI, seems the careless smoker was a.......Russian spy, that had entered the country at El Paso Texas...
Her mind was racing, knowing her firm's biggest competitor is located in El Paso and may well have planted a spy under the guise as an illegal immigrant.
But how can that be, she thought.
Industrial espionage is something she had no experience with and the mere thought sent shivers up and down her spine.
As she was sitting in her car listing to the radio broadcast, she was completely unaware of the men dressed in a black suits and dark glasses watching her from behind the mirrored windows of the Starbucks where she would be patronizing in the next few minutes.
Completely unaware of any impending danger, yet always carrying a concealed handgun holstered in her bra, she hurriedly made her way through the Starbucks front door.
She strode confidently up to the counter and placed her order, as the men continued to watch her.
Little did the men realize their images were easily seen in the barista's dark glasses and ever so slowly her hand inched towards the loaded firearm she had hoped to never use in self-defense.
The barista handed Barbara her order and uttered the word ‘chocolatte’ which was the code word the men in the black suits were waiting to hear.
Before she had a chance to react, she was grabbed, a cloth forced over her mouth, and that was the last she remembered... until....
She woke up alone and in the dark, and in the background she could hear small creatures skittering along the floor toward her.
Suddenly the light flashed on and she realized she was lying in a bed, the creatures she has heard were two small dogs that now jumped on the bed, and a lady was walking towards the bed with a tray filled with breakfast and coffee.
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Post by 2old on Dec 28, 2018 12:58:48 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
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Post by Drifter on Dec 29, 2018 19:26:02 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
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Post by 2old on Dec 29, 2018 19:53:53 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
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Post by butterfly on Dec 30, 2018 1:06:48 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
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Post by 2old on Dec 30, 2018 7:20:04 GMT -5
Chapter 3:
Once her head had cleared and her visions abated, our heroine knew she had been rescued from being kidnapped and murdered to awaken in a clean room, though still unaware who rescued her... or why.
She rose from the bed and walked over to the closet, hoping she would find some casual attire to wear.
To her amazement, she opened the closet door and found her own entire wardrobe hanging inside... along with...
The muddied and bloodstained wedding dress worn by the bride in her "dream," as well as the bride's collection of red dresses.
From the closet, she grabbed a set of clothes, put them on and headed for the door to see who might be waiting on the other side.
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