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Sarah Graves

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a character in “Change is near”, as played by Butterfly Effect

Description

Name: Sarah Graves

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Species or Hunter / Government agent: Human Government Agent

Physical Discription: Sarah is five foot five with pale skin and dark brown hair, She looks a bit younger than her age.

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Any other Background info: Sarah grew up with four older brothers. She became a tomboy joining in with her brothers in their shenanigans. She became a skilled Hunter and tracker and knew the in and outs out of survival in the wilds.

At age 18 Sarah joined the army. Shortly into her army service she was called into a meeting with government agents. They informed her that her skills would be of great use to her government. This was her first introduction to the world of were creatures. The following years she began her training. Now she has been sent out west to check out reports of attacks. To all around she is only known as a biker girl that has recently set up a repair shop in town. But it is also been noticed that she often takes Joy rides into the desert on her own bike.






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Sarah Graves's Story

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It had been a couple of months ago that Sarah Graves had rolled into town. A young woman from the east that had taken over the old repair shop in town. Sarah had been busy since she had arrived in town turning an old husk of a shop into a working business. And as of a week ago Sarah's shop was open to business.

This was all a front though. In reality Sarah was a Government agent. Her job seemed simple on paper:... Look into reports of werebeast attacks. Though she had been out many times she was no closer to finding anything. And now this damn rain was hampering her trips to the desert.

Sarah knew that something... Or someone was killing people. So Sarah troopered on. This rain had gave Sarah more time to keep up her cover job...

Sarah set about tinkering on an old car a townsmen had sent in. The sounds of her work could be heard outside her shop filling up her time until she could get back out to her real job...

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Character Portrait: Chance McKillen Character Portrait: Sarah Graves Character Portrait: Zebulon De'Lature Dupree
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Zeb was back. It was definitely him. Gabriel thought to himself, while the man dominated the scene. On instinct, Gabriel stepped in front of Zeb and Chance in a protective manner. Chance would be shielded by the form of Gabriel, but it was taking everything for Gabriel not to revert to his were form and tear the fucker apart. The moment that Zeb laid his finger on his scar, he was seeing red. Everything blacked out for a moment and his eyes clouded over with an ethereal appearance. The fight between them would be glorious, but he had to talk himself down since they were in public. To a bystander, it would look as though three friends were conversing and sharing laughs between them.

It was anything but that, the tension in his body returned three fold and he planted himself to the ground. His eyes glared toward Zeb and he watched every movement like the predator that he was. He pictured himself clawing into his guts and ripping out his entrails, while feasting on the bastard in were form. There would be nothing sweeter for revenge, but he'd make the bastard suffer every moment of it.

He was eerily still, even as Zeb approached him and he shielded Chance from further confrontation. The thought of grabbing coffee left his mind, as he focused on Zeb and his actions. It was the fact that Zeb choose to confront him in public, that he continued to see red. There was no way in Hell that he'd be able to react.

Not without a huge commotion at least and he didn't want to get himself, or his departement put on the news.

The comment about his parents was a tactic to get under his skin, but it was working in its subtle ways. He attempted to fight back the flashback, but the screams of his parents and sister consumed his mind. It was the death of his sister that bothered him the most. He still had those night terrors.

Gabriel didn't move, or flinch, even when his cigarettes were taken from his pocket in a blatant manner. He would be giving Zeb too much satisfaction. The bastard understood his pain, since he was the one that caused it. He remained stoic and unexpressive, even deathly silent.

The two would remain in eye contact, while he continued to stand in front of Chance. He barely knew the man, but he didn't want Chance to become a target for Zeb. The instinct continued to manifest in protective ways.

Gabriel listened to Zeb's words and watched him climb back into the truck. People began to mill around to see what caused such a commotion. A couple cops were called onto scene. One of the cops might recognize him, so Gabriel gently grabbed Chance by his right arm and ushered him toward a cafe. His eyes glared toward the Cafe, their intensity undeniable.

He needed a distraction and fast, or his were form would manifest and wreck more havoc.

"Un-fucking-believable..." Gabriel muttered under his breath and continued to walk with Chance. He let go of his arm and kept himself from glancing back toward Zeb's truck. If he looked back once, he knew he'd be in were form. He pushed the door of the Cafe open and pretended to be a customer, but he was really there for Chance.

"Order what you want and let's go back to my place." Gabriel blurted out, taken aback by his own words. He had just met the man, but he wasn't about to let Zeb claim another victim because of his association.

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Having a history with the man was an understatement. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to free himself of any tension. The scents from the cafe distracted him momentarily. Baked goods, espresso, all wafted through and managed to calm him down to a controllable level. His anger subsided, but it wasn't without regret. Zeb was back and in full force. He knew the scent like no other. The childhood flashbacks threatened to overrun his mind, but he distracted himself with the scents and sounds of the cafe. People milled around them and got in line to make their orders. Gabriel sat at a nearby table and watched Chance make his order, then nodded in response to his question about his history with Zeb. There was a sense of urgency, but he continued to suppress it and forced himself to make conversation with Chance.

After all, he had just grabbed the man and forced him to walk with him. Gabriel ignored any embarrassment he might have felt from that action, since he knew Zeb was on the prowl. The fact that Zeb was in his hometown again, was enough to make him see red. When they left the cafe, Gabriel walked in complete silence with Chance. It was more-than-likely an awkward moment for Chance, but he was going over what just happened. He trusted his gut intuition more than anything else, but he couldn't shake the uneasiness that Zeb put into his psyche. Gabriel walked with a fast pace and hunched his shoulders over. His hands shoved into his pockets, he realized the petty items that had been stolen.

It was all to get him to react, but the missing items still pissed him off. He grumbled under his breath and focused on the path ahead to his apartment. Gabriel opened the door for Chance and motioned for him to go ahead of him. He looked back behind his shoulders with a heightened awareness and followed him inside.

In his apartment, it was a simple design. Everything had a utilitarian feel to it and the aesthetics were basic as well. His apartment had the typical eggshell white walls, with commercial flooring and outdated appliances. There was nothing grand here, but he didn't bring Chance to his place to impress him.

Once inside, he knew they'd be safe from Zeb. He could at least fight him off, should he attempt to follow them, but he knew that Zeb wasn't that stupid. Everything was calculated by the man, so he knew he wouldn't be that foolish.

"I'm Gabriel." He said and listened to Chance's next question. He didn't want to discuss his past with someone he just met, but Chance was an exception. It was possible that Zeb could make him into a potential target, so he shrugged his shoulders at his next explanation:

"You could say that...he's responsible for the murder of my family." Gabriel said, then removed his hoodie. The t-shirt underneath, would be tugged with the removal of the hoodie, which would give Chance a quick view of his scars. Gabriel tossed the hoodie with disgust onto a nearby chair and motioned for Chance to make himself comfortable. Gabriel crinkled his nose at the scent of Chance. It was an obnoxious scent, only because he had to fight back a desire that threatened to ignite. He doubted the man was gay, so he treated him like any other acquaintance. He sat down on his couch and breathed a sigh of relief. The sighting of Zeb would need to be reported to his department and he knew that his boss wouldn't want him chasing after him, without a course of action.

However, Gabriel was known for not following the rules and handling his own issues. He didn't think the departement needed to get involved, or Chance, but it looked like fate had another idea about the matter. Chance would be an easy target, since Zeb knew he was with him. It didn't matter the relationship status, since Zeb knew how to get under his skin.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I'd recommend staying the night. That asshole isn't someone you want to mess with." Gabriel was certain that Chance could handle his own, but there was no sense in jeopardizing something that could be prevented. "Make yourself at home. There's food and drink in the fridge, tv, and a bed to sleep on in the other room. I'll sleep on the couch tonight." He said, his mind still mulling over the events of that night.

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The next morning Ozzy was feeling a little better about leaving the house, but he still would have liked it if it weren't raining, but given that it was the desert, he was sure that it would be over soon. He didn't want to waste time or fuel so he pulled his motorcycle out of the garage he was renting. He took to the road after observing the map and seeing the pattern that most cops or non-therians wouldn't have figured out.

Whoever was killing these people was attacking in areas that were isolated and the population was next to nothing, yet tourists couldn't seem to keep away. This therian was literally setting tourist traps. Ozzy knew that a the killer would need a vehicle that was inconspicuous, but big enough to get a body into easily, so most likely a truck or SUV which also meant it had to be a gas guzzler and there was one gas station that was in the middle of the all the abductions and Ozzy was almost positive that the therian had been there.

As Ozzy got to the station, there were a few cops there who were investigating a robbery from earlier in the day and it seemed that the guy running the place wasn't being very co-operative, but also seemed to be terrified. Ozzy casually bought some gum after filling the tank, listening in on his questioning as he paid. The man reluctantly told the cop what direction the robber went. Ozzy could smell the scent of three distinct therians, all of them of the canine variety, but one of them was far more pungent than the other two, some much so that he was sure a normal human could probably track it.

After paying, Ozzy got on the road and followed the scent of the robber as he knew that was the therian he was looking for by the way the owner was intimidated. He passed by an old bike shop on mechanic shop on the way out of town and took note of it. The girl he saw working there looked a little out of place, but he couldn't tell why. He put it out of his mind as he went down the road.

Ozzy didn't plan on confronting the therian or making his presence known yet, but he did plan on doing some recon. He got far enough out into the desert to become dependent on tracking the smell of crappy exhaust fumes and the wet dog smell that was oddly able to overpower the fumes. That's when he saw something moving out in the desert. It looked like it was crawling... it was a person.

Ozzy stopped his bike at the side of the road and grabbed some water out of the saddle bag before running out to help him.

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Sarah was seemingly working on an old truck most of the morning. In reality she was watching the gas station across the way. It was a small town and that old timer that had brought in the truck was a big mouth. Not like she needed him though... That little scuffle last night had been quite loud. She had thought to follow the one called Zeb but thought better of it...if he was what she thought he was... Tracking him at night would have been foolish.

As Sarah watched and worked she noticed a man enter the gas station there was something about him a look she saw in someone like her. Someone that clearly was looking without looking like he was. When he headed out the same way as Zeb she knew she had to follow... As he passed she burned the image of his bike's plate into her mind.

Sarah closed up her shop and took her bike over to the gas station where she casually filled up her bike's tank. A Police officer walked near her and she called out "Anything I should worry about officer?"

"Nothing for you to worry yourself about miss...I assure you everything is fine." The cop said dismissively.

"Like hell it is..." Sarah muttered where the cop was out of earshot.

Sarah finished refueling and payed listening to the cops but they didn't seem to shed any more light on the subject and it would be impossible to get anything from the owner without giving herself away. Plus she had wasted enough time as it was... She had a trail to catch.....

Sarah hopped on her bike and gunned it heading into the desert.

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Preston lay face down, unconsious, baking in the desert heat. His entire body had been sunburned on top
of the injuries he had already sustained to his leg and head. By playing dead, he had literally saved his
own life. He had the unbelievable good fortune to not have had the full attention of Zeb when they arrived
at his hovel. Playing dead for just long enough he was able to slowly slink away as Zeb tore the place
apart. But not before he had seen too much. Monsters existed, and he had basically put his foot in ones
mouth when he took that fateful hike.

He had never seen anything like that. No force of nature or beast of the desert could have been as large,
angry, or untamed as what he saw. To die in the desert on the side of a dirt road would be better than to
be picked apart bone by bone like the park ranger. If he survived, somehow miraculously being found out here,
he would be a millionare. A hero of biological science. He would be on the cover of magazines. But all of
this was buried deep in his mind underneath the heavy veil of involuntary slumber.

And sleep he did, slowly drying out in the desert heat.

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Ozzy ran out to the man, he looked like a hiker, out in the middle of the blazing heat. The guy was asleep, but he was still breathing, but just barely. He sat the man upright shaking him trying to get him to wake up so he didn't choke on the water. He splashed a little of the water on the man's face to help re-hydrate him a little and to wake him. He seemed to be awake now but not all there, mumbling something about a giant dog. Ozzy had to keep his composure and not freak out. It was clear this guy had seen the therian, but, unlike most, he had managed to get away.

"Oh crap this is bad, this is really bad." He muttered. He poured the rest of the water into the man's mouth and he seemed to drink it instinctively.

"I'm gonna get you some place safe, okay? Then we can talk about what you saw." He said even though it seemed like he still wasn't quite awake yet.

With little effort, Ozzy picked the hiker up and put him over his shoulder before dashing like back to his bike. His speed seemed a little too fast for a man of that size carrying that much weight. It was then that he heard something that frightened him a little, the sound of another motorcycle closing in fast.

"Shit! I don't need this kinda thing today. You're gonna need to hang on." He said frustrated. He sat the man in front of him on the bike so he could keep him from falling off if he fell asleep again. He started the bike and turned around heading back into town. His opportunity to do some recon was gone, but this guy would surely have a lot of information that would make the loss acceptable.

As they drove back into town they passed a woman on a motorcycle going the direction he had just come from. It wasn't just any woman it was the woman from the old garage. He made eye-contact with her as they drove past and the look in her eyes was not a happy one.

"Crap! I knew she was too young to be working at an old shop like that." He growled. She was human and it was clear she knew too much. Far too many humans were figuring out shit they shouldn't around here and it was his job to keep them in the dark.

He was still a few miles from home, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he saw that woman in his rear-view mirror and he needed to get this guy to a safe place where he could talk to him.

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Gabriel rose a brow at Chance and his friendliness. It wasn't like Gabriel to socialize this much, so tonight's conversation with Chance was unusual for him. He leaned back on the couch and slid his boots off, which fell to the floor with a thud. His feet rested on the coffee table in front of them and he thought about Chance's prying questions for a brief moment. Since they had both encountered Zeb through a freak coincidence, he decided that Chance should know some of the bigger picture. Zeb was a dangerous man and not to be provoked, even if someone had his best interest at heart. This wasn't Chance's war, so Gabriel wanted to get that romanticized thought out of the man's head. They had just met, so it took Gabriel all of his strength not to push Chance out the door. Consumed by the events, he glanced at the clock and knew he should be working on his reports for his boss, but it was nice to just relax. Chance's company was enjoyable, so there were no complaints there. He wiggled his toes a bit in thought and crossed his leg in an ankle-to-knee fashion. It was then that he realized he hadn't showered, or eaten, since that morning.

He listened intently to Chance and gave him a half-smirk. The man was forward, bold, which was a trait he didn't foresee in him when they first met.

"We just met. I can't tell you too much, but I take care of the weird shit that happens in town." He explained, giving Chance a vague description of his job and the department he worked for. If Chance gave him more personal information, then he would feel more comfortable explaining his past.

Judging by the way Zeb reacted and the public display, he guessed that he didn't know he was still alive. Since the murder, there was a possibility that Zeb thought he had perished with his family. He relished the thought, since the news must be eating Zeb alive.

"I work for a certain department that specializes in supernatural events." That was all he would explain. He wondered if Chance was blatantly flirting with him, but he wasn't always the best at picking up on those cues. He did mention sharing a bed, but that didn't mean that the man was necessarily gay - he could just feel obligated to look like a decent person. There was no way in hell that he had managed to find another gay Therian, but he could always toy with the idea.

"Sure, call me Gabe." He decided to test the theory of Chance being gay and pried him with a more delicate question. "So, Chance, you single?" Since Chance was going to be forward about sharing a bed, he saw it as fair game to ask him a personal question.

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Preston's head was still awash, but sound was beginning beginning to filter through. A voice, seemingly
thousands of miles away said words he couldn't quite understand to him. The sensation of water on his tongue
and face almost brought him back into consiousness, keyword being almost. "Wiley... dog... monster..." He said
through gulps, to no one but himself. The pain was beginning to awaken in his leg as his eyes began to open.
Completely out of focus the looked up at Ozzy before being hiked up.

Instantly his eyes went wide as he was ran towards the motorbike with him over his shoulder. He had been found,
or was being kidnapped by another monster of some sort! He began to struggle, but was entirely too weak
and racked with pain to do much. Deliriously, he spoke.

"No, YOU hang on guy..." He said with a slur, still desperately grabbing at the straws of full consiousness
to no avail. Soon, they were speeding down the highway and he was drifting back under and into sleep.
The winds of the higher speeds once again woke him up though as they grew close to Ozzy's house. His mind
had done a hard reset, and he wasn't sure of where he was, who's company he was in, or how fast they were
currently going. His mind reverted to his flight instinct, brain not allowing a full processing of the situation.

He jerked his head up, beginning to yell for help. The back of his head hit Ozzy directly in the chin with
a good amount of force as he began to struggle. "Let me go you fucking monster!" he wailed, trying to get his arms
free. His injured leg momentarily brushed up against the red hot exhaust as he struggled, causing him to
scream in pain and fight harder.

Not the ideal motorcycle passenger, to say the least.

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Ozzy was only a few miles from home when the hiker began to flail about like a madman. He pulled the bike into the parking lot of a small strip mall. He wrapped a hand over the guy's mouth to keep his screaming muffled. The blow to his chin would have hurt a lot more if he were a normal human, but for all this guy knew he was a normal human.

"Look..." He stared as he picked the guy up and set him to the side of the bike. "I'm not the monster here. If I were I would have left you in the desert or something worse. I'm trying to get you someplace safe where we can get your leg fixed up and I can explain some things to you. Now you got a few options here, I can leave you here and you can try to get to a hospital where you can explain that you were attacked by a ten foot tall, bipedal coyote and spend the rest of your days in the Nevada psych institute. I can leave you here and the chick on the motorcycle that's been following me, most likely from the DPRD, will come here to tie up the loose end and that won't end well for you. Or you can get your ass back on the bike, let me loose this chick, and I can get you somewhere safe where I can explain to you what it was you saw and see about getting you to a safe house. But whatever you choose you need to be quick. Because, with or without you, I'm gonna be gone before she turns around and gets back here." Ozzy said with an impatient tone to his voice.

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As the wind whipped around her Sarah placed a call "Necromancer this is Ghost"

A gruff male voice answered "I wasn't expecting a report until tomorrow...and what is that noice... I can barely hear you.."

About that time the man from the gas station flew past Sarah going the other way. The two locked eyes for a moment and Sarah sled to a halt almost throwing herself off her bike.

"Ghost... Ghost! Respond!"

"Necromancer who else did you send on this?"

"This was a solo op Ghost and you know it anyone else lurking around... Well make sure they aren't able to lurking anywhere other than a casket.... Get me Ghost?"

"Loud and clear sir..."

With that the call went dead and Sarah took a deep breath. She fired up her bike and turned it back towards town. Sarah was more cautious this time though knowing the man now had another with him she hoped not to spook him and have a hostage situation...a clean shot... before he knew...

Luck was with Sarah this time as she spotted the man parked in a strip mall. She killed her engine and quickly pulled off the road. Pulling the pieces of a sniper rifle out of her bike's saddle bags she made her way on foot. She put together the rifle as she moved and was soon in range.

Sarah hoped that the gas station man wouldn't sense her as she went prone and aimed. It would only be a moment before she would have her shot lined up and pull the trigger...

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Gabriel rose his brow again at the personal information that Chance revealed to him. There was no sense in exposing more about his personal life, but he didn't see the point in keeping basic knowledge in the dark. They spoke about their love life, but he felt his nerves tense when Chance asked him about his. To be fair, Chance just met him, so any curiosity was understandable. It was a common reaction, but it still startled him that someone cared about his love life, or wanted to know details about himself. He sat up straighter and put some thought into his answer. Since Chance was so open and honest, he didn't see the point in masking himself.

"Exiled? That's shit." Gabriel said, having compassion for Chance's situation. From his perspective, he couldn't imagine having been exiled from his family. He didn't even think about that possibility, since he had come from such a supportive home.

Gabriel cleared his throat in thought and explained his love life in the most simplistic fashion. "Women crawling all over me?" He paused and stifled a laugh. " Even if that's the case, they're disappointed when they find out I'm gay." Memories flooded in and Gabriel remembered the awkwardness between him and female co-workers. They could never figure out why he was so indifferent to them, or didn't pick up on their seductive nature.

It just never did anything for him, even as a young teenager.

He studied Chance, but didn't take him for being gay. Then again, he failed to notice those types of details in a person, but their sexuality wasn't at the top of his priority. It was interesting that out of all the Therians around town, he had managed to be introduced to a gay man. Since the pickings had been slim in the past, he had given up hope on finding a Therian with his same sexual preference.

Chance was single, too, which made him smirk in thought. There had been a reason why he had offered to share the same bed, but he thought it was out of hospitality. Now he understood, but he wasn't the easy type, so Chance would be disappointed.

"Where do you work? I can stay on the couch tonight." He responded with confidence and sprawled out on the couch.

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The pain was quickly rebooting Prestons mind to alertness. While still in incredible pain he looked wide
eyed at Ozzy, contemplating the list of current actions that could be taken. But what... How.. How did
he know what Preston had seen? That was a very perplexing problem indeed to him... He must have been
much deeper into something than he had ever dreamed possible. Damn pamphlets. Still wide eyed he nodded,
deciding out of all those options going with this guy was the best idea.

"Theres people trying to kill us...?" He said, voice still slurred from having one of his teeth knocked
out by the cinder block.

He slowly but steadily got on the bike, behind Ozzy this time, and hung on for dear life.

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Dr. Taylor flexed her fingers around the redacted personnel file for DPRD Agent Graves. She was sitting on the threshold of the door to her trailer, staring out at the RV park she’d found off the interstate, a thermos of hot tea by her hip and a ringing phone cradled to her ear. Regardless of whether or not Taylor’s Boss Man thought sending her into the field was an astronomically bad idea, she planned on following protocol and report in with the agent-on-site to be briefed and her talents utilized however Agent Graves saw fit. She didn’t want to be the stupid new kid who didn’t know how these things worked, even if she was. So, protocol.

While she stared out at trailers, campers and mobile homes that had never been moved in their 40-some years, the park stared back. She’d found the RV park at night, in the rain, and managed to park in her reserved spot without waking her neighbors with the beam of her headlights. Apparently, her neighborly courtesy had gone unnoticed by the local wildlife.

A woman in a flower print blouse sat in a plastic lawn chair under a vinyl awning, glaring. It could have been a trick of the heat as the rain evaporated from the pavement. She pulled down the sunglasses headbanding her frizzy red hair away from her face. Nope, that was definitely a pointed glare. She brandished the phone next to her ear to ward off that unblinking attention. The woman’s eyes didn’t shy away; instead she obviously looked her over, and resumed the steely unblinking vigil. Great, Janet was making her debut as the Stranger in stranger danger. It was unlikely her appearance was contributing in any way to the cautious hostility emanating from her Neighborhood Watch neighbor. Janet’s yoga pants and tank top didn’t have pink declarations of her sexual promiscuity, and she had enough meat on her bones to rule out meth addict. Her knee-high boots were cheap fashion, not function, and nothing worth stealing. At 38, she hoped she was free from the Young Dumb Trouble profiling she’d been eligible for two decades ago. She doubted her scars were visible at that distance to those old eyes, even with her mild sunburn and freckles bringing the puckered white marks into stark relief. It could be her hair. She hadn’t been naturally this red since she was a girl, but not dyeing it made her look painfully washed out. Some folks were superstitious about redheads, and there was nothing she could say or do to refute their engrained beliefs. Janet re-angled herself to lean against the door frame, where she, at least, was blind to the other woman. The phone kept ringing.

“Pick up, pick up…” she muttered into the phone. Her free hand spun the thermos cup on the vinyl tile floor, in time with her barely caffeinated patience. Nervous about meeting DPRD Agent Graves, go figure. The name was completely to blame. This person tracked and hunted dangerous predators, and add to that a comic book cool name like Agent Graves. Was it possibly an assumed name? Janet supposed Agent Ponikarovsky wouldn’t inspire nearly as much respect and fear. I mean, you can’t not turn that into Agent Pony, right? Janet Taylor had never used an alias. Donning the iconic white coat and blue gloves of her profession did more for her rep than any Doctor Dread moniker. The phone stopped ringing. Janet held her breath, waiting to either be kicked over to an answering service, or hear a voice on the other end.