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Putting the binoculars down, he ran a gloved hand through his short dark hair and sighed. Time to accomplish what I set out to do he thought, looking down at the tree branch he was perched on. Silently, he shimmied down the thick trunk of the old tree he had been sitting in all day. The dark hared man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small glass jar and a white cloth. He leaned up against the tree trunk and unscrewed the top from the jar. He poured the contents onto the cloth and threw the empty jar in the dirt. With a quick glance to the left and then the right, he started traversing the parking lot towards a gold Dodge Intrepid. The red headed owner of the car was about as far from it as he was, but if everything went according to plan, he'd get to it before she did. He came up on the right side of the gold car and hunkered down next to the back wheel. His hand tightened briefly on the cloth as he crept behind the trunk. His ears honed in on the sound of her shoes on the pavement, kicking gravel every so often. Peeking around, he watched her dig in her bag for her keys.
"Should have had your keys out already," he whispered to the taillight.
"Praklinat," he heard her swear under her breath. He shook his head and stood up, stepping around the car.
"Ah, the one and only, Dr. Olga Vukavitch. Privyetstvye!" he said, watching the expression on her face go from shock to confusion. Clearly, she hadn't been expecting the greeting in her native Russian. Especially from a Chinese man.
"Look, if you want the car, you can have it," she said nervously, her accent adding to her beauty.
"I'm not after any material possessions. I'm more interested in the information you possess."
She didn't say anything for a moment, deciding on a course of action. Finally, she said, "I don't know what you're taking about."
"Oh, come now. Of course you do. Or do I have to remind you? Operation Backstep. Your 'colleague' Frank B. Parker," he said, adding air quotes on the word 'colleague.' Olga's face blanched and she turned around to run back to the building. The man's left arm grabbed her waist while his right brought the white cloth up to her face, covering her nose and mouth. Olga resisted but she couldn't hold her breath forever.
You're about to be let in on the most highly
classified data America holds...
We have a device that can allow us to send one
human being back in timeā¦
Seven Days
