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Chapter 9

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The woman rose slowly from the futon, unwrapping herself from the threadbare blanket and tossing it over the back. She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and twisted her hair into a loose ponytail. Her cat arched his back and rubbed his head against the woman’s shin, receiving a light scratch upon his head for his efforts. Dawn had come, and with it the orange glow of impending day cut through the thin gaps in the curtains. The room was heavy with dust and unaltered paths worn into the rugs from futon to desk to bathroom, a dark tedium in dark times.

She dropped heavily into the desk chair and flicked on the monitor, squinting as the glow assaulted her tired eyes. Her mind wandered, not yet ready to face the day’s work and her attention fell to the metal shelving behind her desk, to the spare drives and bundles of cords and the stacks of tracking receivers that no longer blinked with the movement of the field agents. Most of the agents were long gone, likely dead. She should get rid of them. Send them off for disassembly, strip away the clutter of what’s been lost.

The pushed away from the desk and walked to the shelves, pulling down a small box of cords and dumping the contents on the ground. She began to drop the receivers into the box, one by one. Six, seven… so many good agents gone. She stopped, her hand trembling at the impossible sight before her. A receiver, hidden behind the others, it’s small red tracking light blinking dimly.

She grabbed it and rushed back to the desk, wiping away two years of dust from the ID sticker on the bottom. Her fingers flew over the keyboard, eyes darting across the screen. The thrumming, nervous energy she had once felt every day, but that had disappeared of late, came roaring back and a grin broke out on her face. “Randall. Holy shit.”

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