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Chapter One: "A word or two and then, a life time of not knowing where or how or why or when…"
Sarah sighed as she sat in another boring meeting. She loved her job but she hated her boss. Mr. Newman had a habit of talking in circles. She looked around the table at the other nine agents. To her right was Madeline, her spunky red headed friend. On Sarah's left sat "Perverted Paul", the married man that came on to anything that was an attractive female. Everyone else at the table was recognizable but unimportant to her. Then she met the amused eyes of her best friend and roommate, Rei.
Rei and Sarah had been friends since their first year of high school. They were pretty much opposites. Sarah was shy and quiet, Rei was outgoing and loud. Rei had fair blond hair, Sarah had dark brown hair. Sarah liked to read, Rei liked to party. They only had a few things in common: their brown eyes, the love of fantasy, their smiles, kindness, and they were both (surprisingly for Rei) virgins. Rei was the only person Sarah ever told about the labyrinth. Rei supported her one hundred percent even though it was ten years later. When Rei was stuck in a jam, Sarah helped her out. When Sarah was down, Rei made her smile
And right now, Rei was making Sarah laugh. It took all her strength not to laugh at loud at Rei's impression of Mr. Newman. Accidentally, Sarah let a chuckle loose.
"Agent Williams, Agent Faen, you cooperate with me or you cooperate with a new job you hear me?" he looked peeved.
"Yes sir," replied both Sarah and Rei who had identical smirks on their faces.
"Now, on with the case," he said passing the case files out. "This is the scoop, over thirty girls have gone missing. Young attractive women between the ages 15 and 25 are going missing. They are last seen at the club, "Underground" in Manhattan, New York. Most of the girls are not found, but the ones that have been are dead. They have been found, obviously raped and abused. The cause of death was loss of blood, considering the fact that there was not one single drop left. They were all found dressed in the same dress as you can see in the pictures. They were tied or chained by the marks on their wrists. There is no fingerprints, no seamen, no nothing. According to their friends and journals, these girls were all virgins."
At this, both Rei and Sarah looked up from the file and at each other. They qualified, attractive 24-year-old virgins…
Not that they had anything to worry about, right?
"Six of you will be going undercover, four of you will be watching. The six undercover agents are: Apple, Buckingham, Faen, Farbstien, Krendlar, and Willaims."
Krendlar smiled greasily at Madeline, Sarah, and Rei. Madeline ignored him, Sarah glared, and Rei smiled and mouthed 'In your dreams' at him. He wanted Rei the most and in return she despised him the greatest.
"You will go to New York on Tuesday, at 9 AM. Good evening and I'll see you then."
Rei and Sarah walked out of the FBI building together. Strangely, Rei was distant where as she was usually chatting.
"You okay?" Sarah asked, concerned.
"Huh? Oh yes, just thinking about the case and stuff."
Sarah was about to respond when arms went about their shoulders. "So, lovely ladies, you have the privilege to work with me, eh?"
"Krendlar get a life," Sarah said, detaching herself.
"Yeah," said Rei, following. "Find someone else to entertain your wet dreams, like your wife."
With a sneer, he pulled Rei back to him. "You listen to me, Faen, I'm trying to do you a favor by asking you to sleep with me." He finished in what he probably thought was a seductive grin.
"Was it so horrid of me to send you back to your wife, Mr. Krendlar?" Rei said, sincerely.
"You think I'm still wrapped up over that? Don't flatter yourself Faen, there is plenty available ass in Washington. But if that was an offer I can see what I can do?" he smirked.
Rei tilted her head in a way that made Sarah think of you-know-who, and smiled, "Anytime, in the gym, no pads." Then she turned and walked off.
Sarah just backed off and walked towards her car. She was thinking of HIM again. Her love, she never forgot him. In fact, she barely stopped thinking about him. She was lucky to get him out of her head for thirty seconds. She couldn't help it. He was like a bad habit. How could she have thrown him away like that? She was so stupid. She had wanted to call on him for years but she never had the guts to do so. She was too afraid of being rejected.
"You have no power over me," she whispered, fighting off tears. "Stupid."
Wiping away the escaping tears, she sang to herself a song from long ago.
"There's such a sad love,
Deep in your eyes,
A kind of pale jewel,
Opened and closed within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes…"
Rei was thinking about the past too. Her past love, she never forgot him. She could still see him in her head clearly. But on that note, she thought of her worst enemy and was immediately brought back to the case at hand. It all connected somehow… In her black Jag, she began singing a forgotten song to herself.
"Every story, tale or memoir
Every saga or romance
Whether truth or fabrication
Whether planned or happenstance…"
Disclaimer: Me No OWN!
Chapter One: "A word or two and then, a life time of not knowing where or how or why or when…"
Sarah sighed as she sat in another boring meeting. She loved her job but she hated her boss. Mr. Newman had a habit of talking in circles. She looked around the table at the other nine agents. To her right was Madeline, her spunky red headed friend. On Sarah's left sat "Perverted Paul", the married man that came on to anything that was an attractive female. Everyone else at the table was recognizable but unimportant to her. Then she met the amused eyes of her best friend and roommate, Rei.
Rei and Sarah had been friends since their first year of high school. They were pretty much opposites. Sarah was shy and quiet, Rei was outgoing and loud. Rei had fair blond hair, Sarah had dark brown hair. Sarah liked to read, Rei liked to party. They only had a few things in common: their brown eyes, the love of fantasy, their smiles, kindness, and they were both (surprisingly for Rei) virgins. Rei was the only person Sarah ever told about the labyrinth. Rei supported her one hundred percent even though it was ten years later. When Rei was stuck in a jam, Sarah helped her out. When Sarah was down, Rei made her smile
And right now, Rei was making Sarah laugh. It took all her strength not to laugh at loud at Rei's impression of Mr. Newman. Accidentally, Sarah let a chuckle loose.
"Agent Williams, Agent Faen, you cooperate with me or you cooperate with a new job you hear me?" he looked peeved.
"Yes sir," replied both Sarah and Rei who had identical smirks on their faces.
"Now, on with the case," he said passing the case files out. "This is the scoop, over thirty girls have gone missing. Young attractive women between the ages 15 and 25 are going missing. They are last seen at the club, "Underground" in Manhattan, New York. Most of the girls are not found, but the ones that have been are dead. They have been found, obviously raped and abused. The cause of death was loss of blood, considering the fact that there was not one single drop left. They were all found dressed in the same dress as you can see in the pictures. They were tied or chained by the marks on their wrists. There is no fingerprints, no seamen, no nothing. According to their friends and journals, these girls were all virgins."
At this, both Rei and Sarah looked up from the file and at each other. They qualified, attractive 24-year-old virgins…
Not that they had anything to worry about, right?
"Six of you will be going undercover, four of you will be watching. The six undercover agents are: Apple, Buckingham, Faen, Farbstien, Krendlar, and Willaims."
Krendlar smiled greasily at Madeline, Sarah, and Rei. Madeline ignored him, Sarah glared, and Rei smiled and mouthed 'In your dreams' at him. He wanted Rei the most and in return she despised him the greatest.
"You will go to New York on Tuesday, at 9 AM. Good evening and I'll see you then."
Rei and Sarah walked out of the FBI building together. Strangely, Rei was distant where as she was usually chatting.
"You okay?" Sarah asked, concerned.
"Huh? Oh yes, just thinking about the case and stuff."
Sarah was about to respond when arms went about their shoulders. "So, lovely ladies, you have the privilege to work with me, eh?"
"Krendlar get a life," Sarah said, detaching herself.
"Yeah," said Rei, following. "Find someone else to entertain your wet dreams, like your wife."
With a sneer, he pulled Rei back to him. "You listen to me, Faen, I'm trying to do you a favor by asking you to sleep with me." He finished in what he probably thought was a seductive grin.
"Was it so horrid of me to send you back to your wife, Mr. Krendlar?" Rei said, sincerely.
"You think I'm still wrapped up over that? Don't flatter yourself Faen, there is plenty available ass in Washington. But if that was an offer I can see what I can do?" he smirked.
Rei tilted her head in a way that made Sarah think of you-know-who, and smiled, "Anytime, in the gym, no pads." Then she turned and walked off.
Sarah just backed off and walked towards her car. She was thinking of HIM again. Her love, she never forgot him. In fact, she barely stopped thinking about him. She was lucky to get him out of her head for thirty seconds. She couldn't help it. He was like a bad habit. How could she have thrown him away like that? She was so stupid. She had wanted to call on him for years but she never had the guts to do so. She was too afraid of being rejected.
"You have no power over me," she whispered, fighting off tears. "Stupid."
Wiping away the escaping tears, she sang to herself a song from long ago.
"There's such a sad love,
Deep in your eyes,
A kind of pale jewel,
Opened and closed within your eyes
I place the sky within your eyes…"
Rei was thinking about the past too. Her past love, she never forgot him. She could still see him in her head clearly. But on that note, she thought of her worst enemy and was immediately brought back to the case at hand. It all connected somehow… In her black Jag, she began singing a forgotten song to herself.
"Every story, tale or memoir
Every saga or romance
Whether truth or fabrication
Whether planned or happenstance…"
