Chapter 1.1

Washington D.C.

She was deep in a moment of passion. The man’s sweaty body atop her and the pulsing feeling of the building orgasm caused her to start to moan in a buzzing like sound. This caused her to hesitate for a moment at the strange sound coming from her until the next wave started to break across her body. She opened her mouth to scream in ecstasy only to hear that annoying buzz pass from deep within her. This ruined the moment, as her curiosity seemed to take over the thoughts of pleasure she had been enjoying. She began to ask her partner what that buzzing noise was, but instead all that passed her lips was that now annoying buzzing sound.

Her eyes opened to a dark bedroom. It took a moment for her eyes to settle in on her surroundings. Her bed was of course empty as usual. It had all been a dream. A horrible, sadistic, thoroughly delicious, and enjoyable subconscious thought of her imagination. Or at least she was until that noise had interrupted her. The sudden buzzing noise again could be heard causing her to jump momentarily at the sound she had thought was her imagination. Rolling over angrily she picked up the phone and looked at the clock on her nightstand. The illuminated numbers showed it was five thirty in the morning. Annoyance welled up in her mind at the thought that some idiot had woke her up thirty minutes before her alarm and interrupted her wonderful dream.

“Who ever this is better be calling to tell me someone important has died!” she shouted into the phone. For a moment the line was filled only with the light crackling and hum of the connection.

“Agent Drake?” said the male voice hesitantly.

“Yes!” she snapped into the phone

“Officer Drake, you are to go immediately to your office and report to CCBPO Allen with travel pack” said the voice with more authority. “Please confirm!”

“Confirmed. Can you tell me what is…” The line disconnected before she could finish. She pondered what could be so important that they could not wait for her to arrive in 3 and a half hours for the beginning of her normal day shift. Probably another snipe hunt for non-existent terrorist she thought.

She tossed the phone back to the nightstand and slowly rolled out of the bed groaning in protest. The sheet fell away to reveal her naked body. Her cream colored skin seemed to radiate its own soft light in the darkness, highlighting the smooth skin that covered her sleek muscles. She was easily mistaken for a young twenty something gym girl, even though she was actually thirty-one. Of course she stayed that way with working out, though her gym was one that the twenty something crowd could only dream of ever seeing if they were allowed to know it even existed. She reached up into a stretch that allowed her fingers to get caught in her long curly deep red hair, before rubbing it briskly and stepping into the bathroom. All she knew as she stepped into the shower of hot water was that this had better not be yet another assignment of sitting in a car for weeks watching some abandoned house because some idiot thought they saw a terrorist go there. Then the hot water hit her skin and all thoughts of work and dreams faded away with the water draining at the bottom of the shower.