Hello all! Here is chapter 3. Fair warning: there is some mention of kidnapping and rape.
She was running, trying to get away from the men in black. They had been following her silently for the past few days and they had decided to grab her today of all days. It was Sophie's birthday, and Kat was trying to pick up the cake she had ordered for dessert later that night. Several months had passed since the last time these men had come to take her. Tom was able to get Sophie and Kat to New Orleans safely, but Kat had become paranoid, knowing that they would come after them again. Sophie was paranoid as well, but she tried to be strong for Kat whenever she had a manic episode after a vision. With Sophie's help, Kat had slowly started to lose her paranoia and was even brave enough to leave the house and pick up Sophie's birthday cake. Big mistake.
Kat ran along the crowded street and threw anything she could grab at her pursuers, knocking over food stands and discarded bicycles in the process. She could hear their screams of frustration as she made their way harder and pushed on to cut into an alley. At the end of the alley was a short brick wall that Kat easily vaulted over and kept running. She ran through the makeshift tents of homeless men and women and ran to the backdoor of an apartment building. Kat found herself going down a flight of stairs to the basement and threw open a random door. She locked it behind her and pushed a table and two chairs up against the door. She looked around for a place to hide and noticed that she was in the laundry room. Good, hopefully someone would call the police if they ever found her body. Kat crammed herself into the back left corner behind a washing machine and pulled out her cell phone.
"Katie? Where are you, honey? You've been gone for half an hour," came Sophie's voice as she answered the call.
"Sophie I don't have much time. They've found us, the same men that found us in Dallas. They chased me out of the store and now I don't know where I am. I'm in the laundry room of some apartment complex and I've barricaded myself inside," Kat said hurriedly.
"Stay on the line, Katja. I'll call Tom on the emergency phone and he'll come find you," Sophie said, slightly panicking. Kat heard voices yelling outside of the room and pressed herself behind the washing machine. She heard someone try to open the locked door and cursed to herself.
"Sophie there's no time for that. They've found me. Sophie don't cry please," she said as she heard the older woman sob over the phone.
"Sophie, thank you so much for everything you've for me. I love you and I'll never forget you," Kat whispered in Russian as the door was broken down. She hid the phone behind the washing machine and tried to make herself small. The tallest man saw her and dragged her over to his companions.
"Did you really think you could run from us, little girl?" he taunted in Russian. Kat had tears running down her cheeks, but glared defiantly and spit in his face. He frowned at her and slapped her across the face.
"Pasha, stop! The boss told us not to hurt her," the short one said. Pasha glared at him, but didn't hit Kat again. He dragged her out of the building and to their car with Kat struggling to get away.
"Let me go! Where are you taking me?" she screamed at the men. Pasha smiled evilly at her.
"Your dear Uncle Ivan wants to see his favorite niece again," he said with glee. Kat paled and struggled even harder to no avail. The fat one bound her hands and feet together and tossed her in the trunk of the car. Kat kicked and cursed at them from the trunk the entire way to their destination. As the men opened the trunk, the short one put a gag in her mouth to shut her up and heaved her over his shoulder. Kat kept screaming from behind the gag and kicked the air with all her might. She felt the man go up a set of stairs and through a hallway before she was tossed down on the ground. Kat gave a grunt of pain as she landed heavily on her right side and looked at her surroundings. The walls were a faded blue with equally faded yellow trim along the ceiling and the floor. Elegant white couches were placed in a circular formation around the spacious room. Bookshelves lined the walls with small coffee tables placed in between them, all painted white. The only piece of dark furniture was a blood red chair at the front of the room. The man sitting in the chair looked at Kat and smiled cruelly at her. Kat froze and studied his face. He was pale and had blue eyes like her, but his hair was dirty blond and his face and body were slightly chubby. He certainly looked like her Uncle Ivan.
"Katja Vasilissa Pavlova. My dear niece. You have grown so much," he said in English. His tone would have been endearing if his minions hadn't tied her up like a wild animal.
"I'm guessing you didn't come quietly," he said, referring to the gag in her mouth. He came down to where she sat and took it out. Kat spit in his face and scooted back.
"Get away from me!" Ivan glared at her as he wiped his face.
"You always were a feisty child. I see that hasn't gone away at all," he said blankly. He waved away the two men standing next to Pasha and went to sit in his chair.
"What do you want from me?" Kat asked suspiciously. He smirked at her.
"Tell me where Sophie is," he said.
"I don't know," Kat said immediately. Ivan raised an eyebrow at her.
"You don't? That's a shame. I really wanted to try and be a better uncle for you, but that won't happen if you behave like a stubborn child." Kat glared at him.
"Don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot. I really don't know where Sophie is," she said. A muscle twitched in Ivan's jaw as he leaned forward.
"Then how have you survived this long without her?" he asked mockingly.
"I hitchhiked my way here. I lost Sophie shortly after we escaped your guys in Dallas and lived on the streets until a month ago when I was taken in by another family," Kat said with a straight face. She hoped Ivan wouldn't see through her ruse, but she knew it was false hope she relied on.
"Bullshit. I don't believe you survived on your own for seven months. I'm going to ask you nicely one last time. Where is Sophie?" Ivan asked angrily.
"I don't know," Kat said in the same tone of voice. Ivan sighed and looked over at Pasha before standing up.
"I had hoped to avoid this option, but I need to know where Sophie is. Pasha is going to make sure you tell us where is. I didn't tell him how to do it, so whatever happens to you is your own fault from here on out," Ivan said to Kat. Kat looked at Pasha, who was running his eyes up and down her body. The fear that had been replaced by anger resurfaced and Kat felt her blood run cold. Ivan stroked Kat's face as she stared frozen at Pasha.
"This is your fault, my sweet Kitten. We could have been a family again," he whispered in her ear. Kat jerked away from him.
"You killed my parents, your sister and brother-in-law. We will never be a family ever again," she spat at him in Russian. Ivan shook his head at her and walked to the door.
"Do what you want," he said to Pasha as he closed the door. Kat watched in terror as Pasha came closer to her and loosened his belt.
Kat bolted out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Last night's dinner came back up and Kat hugged the toilet for a long while. When she had nothing left in her stomach to throw up, Kat flushed away the vomit and brushed her teeth. She looked at herself in the mirror and grimly noticed that her skin was paler than usual and the bags under her eyes were purple from exhaustion. She looked and felt like a hot mess and even she knew when it was time to do something about it. Seeing that it was almost nine o'clock, Kat tied her hair up in a bun and walked downstairs to the kitchen. Leena and Claudia were sitting at the table drinking tea and coffee. Myka and Pete had gone to New York for a mission, but were due back later in the day.
"Whoa, Kat. You don't look so good," Claudia asked as she finished her coffee. Kat automatically poured more coffee into Claudia's cup before grabbing her own cup from the cabinet.
"I just had a rough night," she said as she poured coffee into her mug. She mixed in cream and sugar before setting it down in front of her.
"Anything you want to talk about?" Leena asked as she sipped her tea.
"My nightmares have been getting out of hand lately and it's affecting my sleep," Kat said quietly. She hadn't yet sipped her coffee since her stomach was still unsteady so she leaned back and tried to relax.
"Are you sure they're just nightmares?" Leena asked knowingly.
"What does that mean?" Claudia asked. Kat looked at Leena with an annoyed expression as she answered the question.
"Leena's asking if my nightmares are visions and no, they are not. They're memories that I would rather not relive or think about again." Claudia looked worriedly between Kat and Leena. In the several weeks since she had become a Warehouse agent, she noticed that the two women were like sisters and almost never argued. This was the first time Claudia was actually seeing one of their arguments and she didn't want to be caught in the middle.
"You need to talk to somebody."
"I can handle it on my own." Kat folded her arms across her chest stubbornly and kept her eyes on Leena's.
"You need help," Leena insisted.
"The Warehouse doesn't have a shrink," Kat said. She stood to clean up the table, but Leena kept her from doing so.
"Then talk to one of us," Leena pleaded.
"I don't want to burden you."
"You're not a burden. We're your friends. We care about you."
"I know that, but that doesn't mean I believe it. I'm still waiting for you all to wake up and kick me out," Kat said. Their voices had escalated until Kat's words echoed throughout the house. Claudia and Leena looked at Kat in surprise and watched as the woman fell back into her seat and put her face in her hands. No one moved for a long while and the only sound came from the grandfather clock chiming in the living room.
"I know you think you can handle everything on your own, but it's tearing you apart. Artie put you on forced leave. If you're not going to talk to anyone of us, then you need to at least talk to Mrs. Frederic," Leena said with finality. Kat looked up apprehensively.
"Mrs. Frederic is busy. I don't want to bother her with this," she said after thinking on the idea.
"It wouldn't be a bother at all," came Mrs. Frederic's voice. Leena and Claudia both jumped at the sound whereas Kat didn't move an inch. She turned her head to the Warehouse caregiver and raised an eyebrow.
"You would be willing to listen to my problems with your busy schedule?" Kat asked skeptically.
"The safety of the Warehouse rests with the agents who work within its walls. It is my job to find agents who can handle this line of work and to make sure that they remained focused on their task. If something is keeping you from doing your job, I need to know what it is, both as your employer and as your guardian," Mrs. Frederic replied. It might have been her imagination, but Kat thought she saw tenderness in Mrs. Frederic's face as she spoke to her. Kat sighed and nodded in acceptance.
"When would be a good time?"
"Right now. Get showered and pack a bag. We are going to run an errand and then afterwards we can talk about what has been on your mind. I'll call Artie while you get ready," Mrs. Frederic said. Kat drank her coffee in four large gulps and put it in the sink. She ran up stairs and did as she was ordered. Claudia came in while she was packing and sat on her bed.
"I didn't know that Mrs. F is your guardian," she said curiously.
"Yeah, that's a long story," Kat said as she dug through her drawers for socks.
"You also never told me that you get visions," Claudia continued.
"I'm weird enough without the visions. I didn't want you to think I was insane, too. Plus it takes me a while to really open up to anyone. I haven't even told Myka or Pete yet," Kat said as she moved to her closet.
"Well I'm honored to have found out before them. And I think the visions are really cool, almost like you have a super power."
"As long as you don't start calling me Katwoman we should be fine," Kat joked. Her hands were shaking so bad she was barely able to fold her clothes. Claudia grabbed both of her hands and soothingly rubbed circles into the palms.
"You can get through this. We will help you through this," she said simply. Kat squeezed her hands in thanks and closed her up her travel bag. The pair went downstairs to the living room where Leena and Mrs. Frederic had been talking. They stopped their conversation when Kat and Claudia entered the room.
"I'll wait for you in the car," Mrs. Frederic said as she walked out the door. Kat nodded and turned to Leena.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you," she said.
"I'm sorry for pushing the issue," Leena responded. Kat nodded awkwardly and paused for a moment before hugging Leena tightly. The older woman returned the hug just as fiercely.
"I love you, little sister," Leena whispered in her ear. Kat's eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she responded.
"I love you too, big sister." Leena kissed her forehead and walked into the kitchen. Tears ran down Kat's face almost as fast as she could wipe them away.
"You alright?" Claudia asked with a hand on her elbow.
"Yeah I'll be fine. I should go before Mrs. F gets impatient," Kat said with after a deep breath. Claudia studied her for a moment before letting go of her elbow.
"Alright. Call if you need anything," she said as Kat picked up her bag. Kat nodded and smiled at her before heading out to the car. The driver took her bag without a word and stored it in the trunk as Kat climbed in next to Mrs. Frederic. They drove off and within a few hours where at a small airstrip a couple towns over in Featherhead.
"Where are we going, Mrs. Frederic?" Kat asked curiously. The driver led them over to a small jet at the end of the strip and waited for them to enter first.
"Washington, D.C. We'll be there for three days. We'll leave our bags at our hotel, but then I have a meeting to attend and someone I need to check on after that," Mrs. Frederic answered as they boarded the jet.
"And after that?"
"After that I thought we could spend some time together. We haven't had a nice long chat since your birthday last year," Mrs. Frederic said with a soft smile. Kat smiled back. This was the side of Mrs. Frederic that she loved. The side that was gentle and vulnerable while being strong and supportive. Though they saw each other often at the Warehouse, they were hardly able to spend more than a few minutes together and even then, it was a short greeting in passing. Kat leaned back in seat and thought this over when a memory came to mind that made her laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Remember when we first met? How I thought you were a social worker they sent to take me away to a foster home?" Kat asked with a smile. Mrs. Frederic laughed at the memory.
"Like it was yesterday. You cursed at me in Russian, threw a tissue box at my head and tried to escape out the back door," she said with a broad smile.
"I didn't get very far," Kat added on. In truth, she only took five steps before Mrs. Frederic's bodyguard caught her by the sleeve. He struggled to sit her back in her chair and ended up standing behind her with his hands weighing down her shoulders as she listened to Mrs. Frederic talk.
"No you didn't," the older woman agreed.
That was one of Irene's favorite memories. It was the day that she decided she wanted to foster Kat, who at the time had only just turned 15 years old. Back then Kat went by the name Katie McLeod, the name she was given when she first entered Witness Protection. Katie was brash, rude, and a pain to deal with, according to her social worker, but Irene knew that it was just the persona Kat adopted. Despite protests from both Social Services and Kat herself, Irene signed the necessary papers to keep Kat in her life, at least for a short while. Despite the negative first impression she gave off, Kat reverted back to her true personality and slowly opened up to Irene. On her 18th birthday, Kat was told about the Warehouse and given the choice to join, which she readily accepted. It was a proud moment for Irene, but also bittersweet since she knew the risks that the agents took on a daily basis. She looked over at Kat, who had put in a pair of headphones and was staring out the window. Irene felt a pang of sadness as she realized that Kat had grown up so much while Irene was away. She had experienced the same feelings with her children and grandchildren and it made her wish that her job had allowed her to stay at home more with Kat. Kat, almost as if she sensed Irene's stare, turned to face her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as she took out her headphones.
"I was just thinking about how much you've grown since you first came to live with me," Irene replied. Kat blushed and smiled bashfully.
"I haven't grown that much."
"I disagree. You've grown more than you realize, and it makes me sad that I wasn't around for most of it," Irene said softly. Kat leaned across the aisle to grab hold of her foster mother's hand.
"You were around, though. That's more than I can say for my surviving blood relatives. But I can't get too mad at them," Kat said. At Irene's raised eyebrow, Kat continued. "If they hadn't abused and abandoned me, I might have never met you or Artie and Leena or known about the Warehouse."
"You don't know that. One way or another, I believe the Warehouse would have brought you to us, but thank you for making me feel better about my role in your life," Irene said as she squeezed Kat's hand before letting go. For the next few hours, they sat quietly reading or listening to music. They touched down at a private airstrip outside of Washington, D.C. and fought rush hour traffic going into the city. When they finally made it to their hotel and had settled in, it was almost 6pm and Mrs. Frederic immediately left for her meeting. Kat took a nap and woke up just after Mrs. Frederic got back from her meeting. They ordered room service and talked about trivial things before going to bed. Kat woke up the next morning to see that bright sunlight peaking through the curtains and noticed that Mrs. Frederic was gone. She looked at the clock to see that it was almost 11am. She grabbed her room key and opened the door to see Mrs. Frederic's bodyguard standing outside the door.
"Good morning," she said politely as she walked down the hall.
"Good morning, miss. Mrs. Frederic has asked that I stay with you until she gets back," the man said with his straight face.
"Did Mrs. Frederic say when she was due to get back, Mr.…?"
"Timothy Chen. She expects to be back in time for lunch around noon," he replied.
"Alright Mr. Chen. Would you care to come to breakfast with me?" Kat asked. Chen nodded and followed Kat to the elevator. They reached the lobby and entered the dining hall to find Mrs. Frederic waiting for them at a table. She had a hand on the newspaper laying on the table next to her empty plate.
"You're late," she said as she sipped her coffee.
"You're early. Mr. Chen said you wouldn't be back until noon," Kat said with a smirk. Mrs. Frederic tried to hide her smile and failed, but hid it as she held the newspaper to read it.
"I finished everything that I needed to for the day. When you finish your breakfast we'll head out and explore," she said as she continued reading. Kat ate breakfast quickly and the ladies began exploring the area around their hotel accompanied by Mr. Chen. They walked around for hours, stopping only for lunch and to go into stores that caught their attention. Mrs. Frederic insisted on dragging Kat to a store where they sold designer clothes. Kat was reluctant to try on anything, claiming to have low self-confidence, but Mrs. Frederic insisted.
"Mrs. F, why should I get any of this? I can't afford half of these things and I never need to wear anything this nice," Kat protested as she rejected several nice shirts and skirts.
"A lady must always be prepared. Besides, just because you don't need these things doesn't mean that it isn't nice to have them," Mrs. Frederic said patiently. She handed Kat some more clothes to try on. They left the store shortly thereafter with their purchases and moved onto another part of town where evening dresses were sold. Mrs. Frederic insisted that they go in and again Kat protested, thinking it pointless.
"I can understand a little bit why I would need fancy jeans, but do I really need a fancy dress, Aunt Irene? And don't give me that preparedness crap, either," Kat asked as a store clerk came by and brought over more dresses in Kat's size.
"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I want to do something nice for you? This is new for me. I never had girls running around my house and now I have you to share in this experience with me," Irene said as she stared critically at the dress Kat wore. It had thin straps and was silvery blue in color with silver gems stitched on in a swirling pattern. It was pretty, but nothing about it was particularly special.
"I'm honored that you're experiencing this with me, but I know that's not the only reason why you're doing this." Kat studied Irene's face. Her lips were slightly curved upwards and she seemed to have more pep in her step. She really is enjoying this, Kat thought to herself as Irene answered her.
"There is another reason, but I'll tell you about it later tonight. The faster we find you a dress, the faster we can leave," Irene said. She went over to the rack of dresses and skimmed through them before pulling out a deep blue velvet dress. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and went down to the floor. Pinned to the back was a blue chiffon train imbedded with crystals. It was simple, yet elegant.
"Try this one on," Irene said. Kat stared at the dress for a moment before nodding and going back into the dressing room. A few moments later Kat came out in the velvet dress. It fit her perfectly, a little tight in the bodice before flaring out around her hips slightly. Kat held onto the train when she first came out, but let it flow out and once she was in front of the mirror. Since she was barefoot, the dress covered her toes a little bit and Kat pointed this out.
"We just need to get you a pair of heels to match and then it won't be so long," Irene said as she looked at Kat. Kat was smiling for once and kept her eyes on the mirror. "Do you like it?" Kat nodded her response. Her smiled disappeared as she looked at the price tag and violently shook her head no.
"It's too expensive," she said as she gathered the train in her hands.
"Consider it an early birthday present," Irene said. Kat watched in astonishment as Irene called over the lady organizing the dresses. Kat was hurried out of the dress and persuaded to allow Mrs. Frederic pay for the dress and silver peep toe heels to go along with it. They took their bags back to the hotel and changed into nicer clothes for dinner. They arrived in a nicer part of town and entered a restaurant with a red covering over the entrance. They were escorted to a table in a secluded corner and given menus to look over.
"I know you are curious as to why I invited you to come with me on this trip. It is partly due to the disturbing dreams you have been having. Leena told me so don't bother asking how I know that," Mrs. Frederic said as Kat opened her mouth to interrupt her. The waiter brought over water and took their order before disappearing back to the main part of the restaurant. Kat watched him leave and studied her surroundings. She counted three exits, the entrance, a hallway leading to some bathrooms, and the doors to the kitchen. When she had marked these exits, she relaxed and stared at the clientele of diners around her. Some she recognized from magazine covers while others she didn't recognize, but obviously had a lot of money.
"How did you manage to get reservations here?" she asked curiously.
"I have connections now stop evading the subject. What are your dreams about?" Mrs. Frederic asked impatiently. Kat sighed and recalled her most recent dream.
"Like I told Leena, most of my recent dreams have all been memories. One was the day that Sophie and I were in London before Interpol arrested my grandmother and uncle. Another was when Sophie and I were in Witness Protection and had moved to Dallas. I had a vision of three men breaking into our house and killing Sophie." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Last night's memory was of when I was in New Orleans the day of my capture. My uncle was asking me where Sophie was, but I wouldn't tell him where she was. He left the room and let one of his men…"
"Say no more," Irene said as Kat trailed off. Irene put her hand on Kat's and squeezed it.
"Was there anything strange about these memories that you can remember?" Irene asked. Kat thought hard for a moment.
"The dream where I had the vision. Sophie and I escaped in our car and she told me to call out handler. I remember looking at Sophie and seeing her face turn into Claudia's."
"Claudia?" Irene asked in bewilderment.
"It was before Claudia used Artie to bring back Joshua. Sophie looked at me and her face morphed into Claudia's. She said knock knock and I woke up. Artie told me afterwards that Claudia said the same thing to him when she took him from the Warehouse." Kat shook her head. "It's strange. When I saw her in my dream, I expected to feel fear, but instead I felt safe, like I knew I could trust her. Then we bring her and Joshua back to the B&B and Claudia begins working for Artie and I saw what my dream was telling me. Claudia is a great person and she's done so much to help around the Warehouse. Artie's really warmed up to her, faster than when he warmed up to me."
"Interesting," Irene said. Her mind was racing. She knew that Kat received visions, but this was the first time hearing about one in person rather than through Leena. "Have you had any more visions recently?"
"No, just the memories, but even those give me a weird feeling. They make me feel uneasy, like something bad is going to happen," Kat said. The waiter brought over their food just then and they spent several minutes in silence.
"You are right to feel uneasy. Witness Protection called me earlier this week," Irene said as she attempted to enjoy her meal. The next part of the conversation was going to be unpleasant.
"Why did they call you?" Kat asked suspiciously.
"It appears that when you were captured, your uncle made arrangements to fake your death. At Sophie's insistence, the investigation was reopened a few months ago on the anniversary of your supposed death. Upon further examination, it was discovered that the girl put in your place was a prostitute with a heart defect that you never had. Federal Marshalls looked into your time with the NOPD and were led to me."
"What did you tell them?"
"That I was your guardian, but you left when you turned 18 and it would take me some time to track you down." Kat took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding.
"What do they want from me?" she asked. She had stopped eating to focus on Irene's next words.
"They want to reunite you with Sophie. And to see if you will testify against your uncle in court."
"Wait a minute, he's alive?"
"It would seem so," Irene said gravely. Kat felt sick and the color left her face.
"I have to leave the Warehouse," she said after a long while.
"Don't say that. You're not going anywhere," Irene said firmly.
"Aunt Irene if he was able to find me in Louisiana, then he'll have no trouble finding me in South Dakota. I would be putting the Warehouse in danger of being discovered and everybody could get hurt in the process." Kat was already making plans for how she would leave when Irene interrupted her thoughts.
"He's not going to find you because he's locked up, Katja. NYPD found him in a gambling house in Chinatown. That's what sparked Sophie's need to find you," Irene said with a hand on Kat's wrist. Kat's posture relaxed immensely and she slunk down a little in her seat.
"Why do they need me to testify? They have Sophie; she'll be of more use to them. I was eight years old when we were put in Witness Protection. I don't even know why we were given to the United States government. I'm still technically a Russian citizen," Kat asked. She rubbed her temples, trying to keep the headache at bay.
"Sophie isn't. She was born in Chesapeake, Maryland, not Paris, France as your grandmother had been led to believe. When they were about to put her through the program, she insisted on taking you with her as her daughter. The Marshalls didn't go against Sophie's wishes because they knew it was the best way to protect you until an impartial judge and jury could be brought together to charge your uncle," Irene said.
"And where is my grandmother in all this mess? Still in prison I hope," Kat said sarcastically.
"She has been under tight surveillance ever since your uncle first escaped five years ago. The Marshalls have assured me that she is still locked up. She will be charged alongside your uncle," Irene said calmly. The waiter came over to clear away their plates and left the check with Mrs. Frederic. She looked at the bill, placed her card inside, and gave it back to the waiter.
"So now what?" Kat asked as they put on their coats to leave. Irene didn't answer until they climbed inside the car Mr. Chen brought around.
"Now I give you the phone number of your former handler, Thomas Kane. He is the one who contacted me and I believe he will be relieved to hear from you again," Irene said. She looked at Kat's face. The young woman was staring out the window at the passing streets with a contemplative look on her face.
"You told them that we don't talk, right?" Kat asked quietly. She looked at Irene as the older woman nodded. "Good. It wouldn't do to have just anybody contacting you."
"I agree. What are you going to tell him?" Irene asked as they arrived at the hotel.
"That I want to see Sophie. That I want proof that this isn't a trick," Kat said strongly as they exited the car. Irene smiled proudly at her.
"Making sure to eliminate all possibilities before looking for the truth. You've become an excellent agent," she said with a pleased tone. Kat grinned at her.
"It was either that or go to college and find something else to occupy my time. Personally, I like running around the Warehouse better than sitting in dusty lecture hall."