Prologue
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She was running faster than ever before. She could hear her racing heart beat thudding against her eardrums as panic and adrenaline coursed through her veins.
Bright fluorescent bulbs flashed past her as she ran through the windowless hallway. The walls were a blinding white shade that seemed to find no exit, no window.
She could hear the stern click of boot soles on the tile floor, running after her. She made another quick turn in the hallway, finally finding the door she was looking for. Quickly opening the it, she scanned it for her target: there it was, the brown leather bag he'd given her. Hopefully they didn't go through it.
Grabbing hold of it she ran across the room towards the other door on the parallel where she just came from.
Pounding. Shooting. Shouting. That's all that can be heard. Guards attempted to reach her; a stoic man in a suit lead them in their endeavors.
She jumped up a flight of stairs two at a time to make as much possible distance between them.
She turned left, finally seeing it: a way out.
She saw her reflection in the glass as she charged towards the window, brown leather bag in hand. Seconds before she reached it, she saw the image of the man in the suit behind her; he stood firmly as he held up his right arm, gun in hand, and fired.
She heard the echo of the shot at the same time she crashed through the window. She was suspended in the cold midnight air for a split second. The glass shards succumbed to the gravity before she did. The darkness of the sky so vividly contrasted the bright light emanating from behind her.
Eyes tightly shut, she thought of the words he told her. She thought of the images he showed her of the dark haired man and the blond woman with green eyes.
She began reciting it in her mind.
Harvard.
Harvard University.
Harvard University, Massachusetts.
Harvard University, 2017.
And in a flash, she was gone.