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Seven “Isa… Isa, wake up!” She was too well trained to fully blackout… Losing consciousness was a bad thing; she almost became vulnerable for the scant few seconds it would have taken for her mind to wash away the sheer shock of what she saw. Isa didn’t care if it was skill or luck that kept her from slamming her head into the hard green floor; she was just glad she hadn’t. The hallway was a white haze and blurred in the middle of her perspective by a large figure in a yellow shirt. It quickly focused into the face of the man she was starting to love and hate in equal quantities. Apparently he had moved her to sit upright against the wall and he was squatting on his haunches in front of her. James wore no face but his own. She had to suppress a small mental giggle…

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Six “What nanotechnology?” Monica was certain she heard the woman wrong. Maybe she truly was beginning to lose her mind. Ah, that would be nice… “I barely even know what that means!” Truth was that she had sparse exposure to the possibility of microscopic machines someday making life much easier during her time at LSU, but from the little she learned it seemed that the tech was many decades from being really useful. Rebecca held her mouth open and was looking at Monica over the top of her black reading glasses while tapping the end of her pin between her top and bottom teeth. It was all in all a fairly disturbing sensory mixture of sound and sight. “So.” Becca said finally after setting her pen back down. “You’re an engineer – Mechanical right? And, your ever so loving… and handsome, might I add… husband is a civil engineer, correct?”…

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Five Marcus Adam wasn’t sure how to digest the information… She looked so cold and angry when the letter was flung from her hand and onto his desk. His office was small, but very nice in a minimalist sort of way. The recent addition and renovations to the Federal Building in downtown Baton Rouge had included these offices, and all unit leaders had their own space on this floor. His was about a third of the way from the northeastern corner of a rectangular shaped open office area, and there was – of course – the obligatory cubicle farm in the center of the room. Its shape was the same as the overall office, but reduced in scale to allow for a ten foot buffer between it and the ring of offices occupied by the semi-important people. From the security cameras that were mounted with perspectives high enough; one could…

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Four “Is there anything you want to add to his tirade?” She asked Monica curtly, but the woman produced a legal size document and continued to talk before she could reply. “Now, if he would have let me speak to begin with, he would have seen this.” She put the document down on the table then pushed it to Monica after turning it around to face her. “This was signed by a federal judge this morning. It authorizes me to handle your interrogation as if you, your husband and your lawyer are domestic terrorists.” The woman’s face was empty of emotion. “What?” Monica retorted with increased vigor. “That’s absolutely ridiculous. I’m not a terrorist! Who are you anyway?” “Oh my goodness; my apologies!” Now her face held a wicked smile to accompany her insincere worry over her lack of manners. “My name is Rebecca Corrigan, I am the Louisiana Deputy…

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Three Walking out of the bedroom presented Isa with a sight that caused a small involuntary chuckle to escape her lips. Thankfully her host was so engrossed with his current activity that he didn’t notice the small chortle at his expense. James was sitting at his crescent shaped dining table and laughing quite ridiculously. The target of his mirth was the video playing on the glass wall separating his kitchen from the hundred or so feet of open air outside. Last night she noticed the lack of a television in his home, but there were other – more pressing, details that caused her to forget all that nonsense. The comedy was of a cartoon cat and mouse chasing each other with rudimentary weapons. It was projected onto the now blackened glass outer wall of his home, and it added a little more evidence to the case that James Bruce may…

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Two It’s getting cold, Marcus said to himself through the cacophony of screaming emotions in his own head. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly cared about noticing the change in temperature that happens every year, but at least it was a thought that wasn’t centered on the recent chaos in his life. He was sitting on a metal folding chair in the first row of many of the same type with his wife, Angie, to his right. She silently reached for his right hand, and after noticing her gesture; he looked at her face and found her warming smile impossible to resist. He returned it with a genuine smile of his own and refocused his attention on the man speaking over a well decorated casket that looked poised to be dropped into a waiting above ground concrete grave. Seeing these graveyards from the freeway or on some disingenuous tourist tour…

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Part One: Disrupt One “What? What do you want?” The well dressed man practically screamed into the phone’s receiver after it rang. Pam had been watching his text message exchange with more than a little delight as his emotion level went from happiness to nearly throwing the phone down the aisle. “No, I am not coming home right now!” Those seated near him could hear the exasperated voice echoing out of the phone’s earpiece. “Because I’m on my way to a lunch meeting, I told you about this last week”. “I’m going to lunch with Gabe. We are meeting with Randall’s people about the design of the new Street Café and we still have sections of the proposal to finish”. He had to back the phone away from his ear because the responsive tirade was so loud. “Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, she works on my floor. The only things…

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Prologue The sun was an hour from rising in Baton Rouge. All those gathered in the small ready room were anxious. Well not all, Captain Marcus Adam mused; there were those who enjoyed this sort of thing. They enjoy the thrill of the hunt and despite his best efforts the young captain could never find the sense behind actually enjoying the task currently ahead of his unit. As he saw it, his was grim work; work that should befall one whose willingness to serve makes him all but ignore the mortal danger he puts himself in everyday. This was not something to be enjoyed, but chief among those he felt enjoyed this part of the job the most was his second in command, Bryan Meaux. Special Agent Meaux was born on the West Bank in New Orleans and speaks with the type of lilt that seems to be void of…

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