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Sam moved through the trees looking for one she could climb with the gun. A tall pine stood in front of her with branches low enough so she didn’t even have to jump. Climbing was easy; finding a nice spot to set up the gun was not. She needed to be close enough to the trunk to not fall when the gun kicked, but she also needed a clear view. Once she got situated. She sited in the cliff. Two men were hunched down behind bushes. Long rifles at the ready. Sam sighted the first ones head. He was wearing a helmet so Sam had to be careful. Bullets will bounce off at angles and not pierce if shot wrong. She found a spot right under the ear of the closer one. If she did this right, one bullet would take out both men. Through one head and into another’s chest. She squeezed the trigger slowly and felt the kick as the gun fired. The head blew apart and the second man fell to the ground rolling around in agony. She ended it quickly. When she looked through the binoculars at the two dead men she nearly fell off the branch. She was looking at two kid’s maybe eleven or twelve years of age…

“Its different killing a kid. Not as satisfactory. Anyway, the agency sends you on a vacation after you kill a child. And here we are.” Sam said.

“Sam red shirt your eight o’clock.” Mallory whispered looking at her menu. Sam put her sunglasses on and smiled. They reflected behind her and she watched the woman in the red shirt sit down at a table and order from the same short blonde waitress. Blondie slipped something into the menu and gave it to red shirt.

“Did you see that?” Sue asked. She was staring at the women.

“Hey! What did I tell you! Don’t look at them!” Sam hissed. “Honestly now, its called discreet do you think you could try it. Maybe that concept is too hard for you. Should I put a Krispy Kreme on the table to distract you? Would that work?”

“Hey now, not everything can be fixed by a doughnut. Just most things.” Cindy said.

“Like maybe you guys would have ran faster in that staircase if I had one tied to my ass?” Sam retorted.

“It would have helped.” Sue said indignantly. The waitress walked over to them. She recognized an American when she saw one and spoke English.

“Hello my name is Antonia. Is there anything I can help you with today. I can translate that menu for you.” She said. Sam smiled and slipped an American hundred-dollar bill into her menu and opened it up.

“I think you can, this one right here. It’s what that nice lady in red ordered. Could you tell me what it was?” Sam asked. The waitress whistled softly.

“That is one of our more popular items. She orders it a lot in here. A nice gentleman inside always picks up the tab. Its called Hiroshima. It’s apparently a New York special. The Trade Centers had something like it but a much smaller scale.” She said quietly. Sam slipped two more hundreds in and thanked the nice lady. She walked away humming.

“Hey what about our order?” Cindy asked.

“No time. We need to get back to base. I know why they want me dead now.” Sam said.

“But food?” Mallory said.

“Way more important.” Sam sang as she stood. As they walked away Sue turned to Sam.

“What could be more important than an authentic Italian pasta dish with desert?” She asked.

“I am the leading antiterrorist weapon the U.S. has. If they were going to launch a full-scale attack on our soil, I would be the one hunting them. It makes sense to hire the one man who knows me better than my own mother.” Sam said rationalizing everything she that had happened to her.

“That’s not hard. I thought you were a nice Christian upstanding child loving hard working personal trainer. Shows how well I know you.” Cindy muttered. Sam ignored her and continued.

“That waitress saw their plans. They want to set off a huge bomb possibly a nuke in New York. ‘The Trade Centers had it but on a smaller scale.’ That means its going to be huge! No wonder they’ve been trying to off me. If they think that I’m the only thing in their way, then I need to be eliminated. It also means that I need to be back at work soon, to stop them.”

“You lost me at, its time to leave the food.” Sue said.

“Would you stop thinking about food! This is big!” Sam said.

“So is my belly and if you hadn’t noticed its getting mad at being empty.”

“Honestly now! Fine I will feed you back at base.” Sam yelled.

“You could have fed me back there.” She griped. Sam just rolled her eyes. They reached the base and Sam told the agency about her suspicions. Liza had finally arrived and didn’t seem at all shocked to hear the news.