~~~~~~~ Pier 79 loading dock, 0200 AM~~~~~~~

I felt my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket for the tenth time it seemed in the last minute. I slowly pulled the still vibrating phone out of my pocket. It was a text from Sky.

Skylar: Flora where r u?

Where was I? I was lost in a maze of cargo containers. It was dark, I was covered in blood and dirt, my clothes torn and my hair fully ripped from its braid, in truth I really didn't know where I was. I was in way deeper then I had planned and even the tiniest of flickering shadows cause my heart to stop out of the sheer terror of what could be lurking within their depths. Though, as I've come to see in my time at A.N.G.E.L, sometimes it's those apparition that you don't see that hurt you the most. This was one of those times I understood, as the icy cold snake like fingers I knew so well, slither around the skin of my throat crushing my windpipe just as a Boa Constrictor would. My phone slipped from my numb fingers and clattered to the ground. In the reflection of a nearby sheet of metal I saw the tool of my demise being raised to my head, its barrel pressed against my temple setting the skin on fire where it touched. My every movement, my every thought, was frozen in time. I couldn't speak as his rasping voice chilled me even further, dropping my internal temperature 10 degrees. He rasped the words in my ear that I'd hoped I'd never have to hear. 2 words, each sending their own electric shock through my body like the shock of a stun gun.

" Goodbye Flora."