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Amanda glided in and out of the early morning mist as if she were hovering off the ground. Her tempo, fast by most standards, was casual for her. Her jogging shoes made almost no sound as they floated over the wooded trail, while her visible breath shot forth in rhythmic intervals, coinciding with her footfalls. Twenty-eight and extremely fit, Amanda relished in keeping herself in shape. She wore an off-white thermal jogging suit that covered her whole body. The hood was up, hiding her should...

“I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Mr. Mills.” “It’s just, I’ve never been on T.V. before.” Jeremy Mills squirmed in the simple cushioned chair. The bright hot lights hitting him from above and behind the studio cameras left him a little blind and disoriented. He had been briefed to not look at them, to just ignore everything but the reporter sitting across from him but the lights had an intrusive, hypnotic effect. He felt the beads of sweat seeping ...

Central Intelligence Agency – Quantico, Virginia Present Day The activity room in building two, Beta Dorm, was filled to capacity. All of the graduating class was inside along with family and friends enjoying each other’s company and the simple refreshments that the kitchen had brought up twenty minutes earlier. Allison Williams stood in the corner facing one of the windows that overlooked the courtyard. She glanced to the building on the other side of the square and watched an identical scen...

Gary stopped in front of the glass doors as they slid away exposing him to the outside world. A feeling of dread swept over him and he looked over at Dr. Jenkins for reassurance. “It’s okay Gary. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Jenkins, well into his fifties, smiled at Gary beneath his tortoise shell glasses as he had countless times during their sessions over the years. His comforting voice had a calming effect. He brought a hand up to push the thin, circular spectacles up from their resti...

Mukasa was having the dream again. This time he knew it was a dream because his wife and sister stood next to him on the dock and he had both his legs. His sister’s young son and daughter took turns running off the end of the wooden structure and splashing into Lake Kivu. An early morning haze clung to the water’s surface scattering in all directions as the children jumped. Kaikara was a mature ten. He had his mother’s kindness but also her stubborn streak. His six year old sister Dembe was t...