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Freitazal - Well, Alora's not part of the actual show...she's just from my imagination, lol. You'll find out her background story in later chapters...I promise! Heehee...guess you'll just have to keep on reading and trust me ;)

Melanie-Anne - Heehee, you knew it! Haha. You're sure she's bad? ;) - I'm just kidding...or am I? Mua ha ha ha! Here's chapter nine to add to your curiosities! What's going on with Frankie's dreams...?

Chapter 9

Alora walked back into headquarters, looking for Colonel Atkins. She finally found him pouring over the computers once more with Jelani.

"I visited John, Colonel. I told him about all that's happened and all that we're doing." She glanced toward the computer absentmindedly and waited for the Colonel to respond.

"They're allowing visitors now?" Colonel Atkins nodded. "Good, I'll let Frankie know because she's been anxious to get in there to see him."

Alora changed the subject with her next statement. "Is Tim back here yet?"

Just then, Tim walked into the room almost as if he had heard her question. "Yeah, I'm here."

"Did you tell him about our assignment?" She waited to see what Roger Atkins would say.

"Yes. I want you two to get over to the bomb site and find the blast point. Then radio back to Jelani...if he knows where the blast point was he can see who was around there near the time of the bomb." Colonel Atkins straightened his black suit jacket and waited for them to respond.

Tim grabbed his coat and headed toward the door. "We're on it!"

Alora followed closely behind him. They both got into Alora's car and quickly drove off toward the office building.

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Fankie walked once more down the abandonded hallway of the building. The shadows swirlled around her, threatenign to engulf her if she took one step toward them. She could hear the voices of the others in a distant room...one that she never seemed to get any closer to no matter how far she walked. Her gun was gripped tightly in her hands, her right index finger poised over the trigger, ready to fire if the need arose.

And then she felt it...the cold metal being pressed against the back of her neck. She obediently dropped her gun and whirrled around to face her captor. The menacing blue eyes, they were there again staring down at her. But then something happened...the man pulled off his mask revealing his short brown hair.

"You traitor." The man's low voice echoed through the hall causing Frankie to jump...she hadn't expected him to speak. "How could you turn on us now when you've been with us for so long?"

"I-I didn't turn on you..." Frankie suddenly found herself at a loss for words. "I don't even know who you are?"

The man laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a mocking one - full of hatred. "Now you deny your friends. We helped you avenge his death...and now you deny knowing us at all."

Frankie raised a brow. "Who's death?"

The man scowled and struck her. The back of his hand making contact with her face. "Don't play fool with me. You know exactly who I'm talking about. You gave away our attacks...everything we did. We almost got caught because of you. You've grown weak."

Frankie pressed her cold palm against her cheek that was now throbbing with pain. Asking questions apparantly wasn't going to get anywhere...she would have to step into the role of the person this man thought she was. "It is you who have grown weary. I havn't given away your attacks."

The man rolled his cold, blue eyes. "Then perhaps you can explain to me how the police knew of our every move. None of us told them...you were the only one that had contact with them. It had to be you." He glared at Frankie, pressing the barrel of his gun harder against her neck.

"What attacks have I given away?" Frankie demanded.

"Luckily you didn't give away the bombing at the office building, but all of our attacks after that...the police have gotten there before we have." The man kept the gun pressed to Frankie's neck...never letting up on her, lest she should find a moment to counter attack.

Frankie paused...thinking over what the man had just said. "What was the next attack after the office bombing?"

The man narrowed his eyes. "What are you trying to pull? You know all of our attacks."

She shook her head. "Nothing, I'm just trying to prove a point."

He hesitated, but eventually decided to speak. "We placed a sniper along the highway."

Frankie nodded, pretending to remember. "Right." She felt him let up on his gun slightly and she whirrled, attempting to knock it out of his hand.

The man quickly tightened his grip on the metal. "Enough!" He pointed the gun at her head and fired. The shot rang through her ears as she felt the bullet lodge against her skull. Then glass shatter all about her...each piece of glass reflecting those cold, blue eyes.

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Frankie jolted awake, running a hand through her hair, allowing time for her breathing to slow to its normal rate. She quickly realized that she had fallen asleep in her car outside of the hospital. She had the dream again...it had been so real. She could remember every word the man had said to her. And that was the odd thing, he had never spoken in any of her other dreams - just started at her with those eyes filled with hatred. What did he have to do with the office building bombing? He had spoken of it before he shot her. And why had she dreamed up a sniper? There hadn't been sniper shootings for quite some time...at least not that she had heard of.

She forced her eyes to stay open as she revved the car engine and pulled into the street. It had been a long day, but she still had to report to headquarters...she had a job to do and she couldn't believe she had fallen asleep so easily.