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Melanie-Anne - Heehee...here's the 'more' you requested! :) Hope this explains a lil' more about Frankie's dreams...;)

Angelus Love - Heehee, thanks for the CAPS review! Lol. Thanks for all the compliments, and we'll see what happens with the Alora/John situation...I couldn't really tell you what's gonna happen...that would take the fun out of reading, but I think you'll all be surprised with the results!

Freitazal - Yes, John is getting better..yay! Lol. Hopefully this explains more about Frankie's dreams for you too! :)

Chapter 10

Frankie walked into headquarters still thinking about the dream she had. Why was it so different from all the others? She shook the thoughts from her mind as she walked up to Colonel Atkins. She was about to speak to him, but the solemn look on her face stopped her. "What happened?" She was worried for a moment that something had gone wrong with John's condition or that something had happened to another member of the team.

"We just got reports of a sniper alongside one of our main highways. Frankie, I want you and Tim to get over there right away and arrest him." Colonel Atkins folded his hands behind his back. "I need you to go now before he realizes we're on to him and gets away."

Frankie nodded and flung her coat back on. She didn't remember her dream until she and Tim got into the car. Then her breathe caught in her throat. This was exactly the attack that the man in her dream had been speaking of. How was that possible?

Frankie's eyes scanned the side of the road as she pulled the car over. Aha, there he was. How could he be so careless as to be crouched in nearly plain sight? Apparently this person did not have much experience in the sniper field. She found it hard to believe that he was connected to the other attacks because of his carelessness...but she was sure now that all the cases linked. At least that's what the man had said in her dream.

She and Tim pulled out their guns and approached the man from behind. Tim pressed the barrel of his gun to the man's back, ordering him to drop his sniper rifle. He quickly obeyed and turned to face them. That was when Frankie realized how young the male was.

"What's your name?" Frankie kept her gun pointed at him, but softened her demeanor a bit.

The boy raised his chin defiantly. "I'm not talking!"

Frankie rolled her eyes, but Tim spoke before she got a chance. "This is going to be a lot easier on you and on us if you talk."

The boy kept his head held high and remained silent.

Frankie sighed, this was going to be harder than she thought. She motioned for Tim to put the guy in the back of the car. He did as she told and they drove to police headquarters. They would have to hold the kid for now because Frankie didn't have time to question him at the moment. She had to get back and report to Colonel Atkins what she had found out about her dreams.

Frankie walked into headquarters and found Colonel Atkins eagerly awaiting her report. "We got him, Sir." She said as she folded her arms. "He's down at police headquarters right now...I'll go question him later."

"Good job, Frankie." Colonel Atkins commended her and turned to leave the room before Frankie stopped him.

"Sir, I have another matter to talk to you about." She paused to make sure that he was listening. "I've been having these strange dreams. I start off walking down a hallway in an abandoned warehouse, trying to get to these people that I'm supposed to capture. Then I get a gun pressed against my head and I turn around and there's a guy in a mask. Usually he shoots me, then I wake up, but this afternoon my dream was different...the man pulled off his mask and talked to me." She stopped for a moment to decide on what to say next. "He called me a traitor and said I foiled all of his terrorist attacks. I asked him what plans I foiled and he talked about the office building bombing...and about the sniper."

The Colonel shrugged. "So, you dreamed about what happened today...what does that have to do with this case?"

"Sir." Frankie said impatiently. "I had this dream before we knew anything about the sniper shooting."

Colonel Atkins suddenly became much more interested in what Frankie had to say. "How is that possible?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, Sir." She put her hands on her hips after running on hand through her blonde hair. "But I was thinking...if I went to sleep and had this dream again...I might be able to find out what the next attack is...then maybe we can prevent it."

The Colonel nodded slowly, beginning to understand what Frankie was trying to say. "You can try it, Frankie. But I'm not so sure this will work."

Frankie grinned slightly, glad she had gotten any reaction out of the Colonel at all. She nodded a farewell and exited the building. She got into her car and headed back to her apartment room where she would take a short nap to see if the dream would come again.

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Frankie walked once more down the abandoned hallway of the building. The shadows swirled around her, threatening 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 whirled 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?"

Frankie froze, but this time she knew what to say. "How have I betrayed you?" She demanded.

The man's eyes flashed angrily. "The children...you told the police about the bomb we put in the snack truck at the elementary school. The plan would have worked perfectly if it hadn't been for you!"

Frankie's eyes widened in surprise...children?! But these were terrorists that she was dealing with. And she wasn't surprised that there was not a heart behind those hate-filled eyes. "How dare you attack children! What did they do to you?"

The man struck her hard, sending her crashing to the ground. She had obviously set off his temper. "Of course they haven't! That's the beauty in the whole plan...it will strike terror into the hearts of those in this country."

She glared at him. "You're sick!"

The man lashed out with his foot, letting it come in contact with her side. "You're a fool."

Frankie cried out in pain, looking up at the man with an angry gaze. "You only wish I was a fool...that's why you're so angry!"

The man pointed his gun at her head and allowed it to fire. Glass shattered about Frankie as she felt the bullet come in contact with her skull.

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Frankie awoke with a start...but not as much of one as she had for all of her other dreams. She immediately pulled her cell phone from her coat pocket and dialed a number. "Colonel Atkins? Take down this address..." She flipped through a phone book quickly and read off the address of the Elementary school. "There's a bomb in the snack truck outside of the school."

"You'd better be right about this, Frankie." Colonel Atkins responded.

"I believe I am, Sir." Frankie pressed the 'end' button on the phone and sat back down on the couch.