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the day. Waking up and having that first cup of coffee was always a welcome experience. When she was away at Quantico getting trained, she missed the easy familiarity of her daily routine.
    Cyra was a creature of habit. She liked the same foods, the same patterns , and the same comforts that life had afforded her. Since becoming an FBI agent, she’d found that despite the switch up in her life, it was all working out just fine.
    The training had been hard, and she’d arrogantly believed that on that first day she would have the upper hand. Since she’d been a seasoned homicide detective, Cyra assumed that it would be a breeze.
    Yeah, that wasn’t exactly how it all played out.
    In fact, she’d quickly found that the Blackhawks had warned the instructors and that made her a point of focus in the sea of trainees. At first, she had hoped to blend in by looking fairly young. Who would notice just another blonde in a group of at least one hundred faces?
    She was tagged immediately .
    On day one, much to her horror, they all knew her name. It was as if they were waiting for her to roll into Quantico.
    It irritated the hell out of her. Cyra was very low key in life and rarely did she enjoy having attention drawn to her. During the training, she wanted to quit and tell Elizabeth Blackhawk off in the worst way. That was until she found out that her boss had graduated at the top of her class. That little detail only made her want to work harder to match her boss’s skills. In the process, she’d learned something. On the last day, she was well aware of why they’d done it.
    By making her the focus, i t made her better at her job. They knew she’d coast and try to just get by, but Cyra had to fight for it and appreciated it that much more.
    Did she graduate as high up the ladder as Elizabeth? No, but she was damn close to meeting all the pinnacles that she had set. What she learned was she was tough, strong, and going to be the best FBI agent she could be.
    When she arrived back at FBI West, she was greeted by Elizabeth, who was pregnant at the time. Promptly, she was assigned a new partner. For the next year, she’d be the probationary agent on the team. That didn't sit well with her, since she had just come out of a career where she had been lead detective, but Elizabeth told her that there was no doubt Cyra would rectify that in very little time.
    Cyra knew she couldn’t blame the bosses . FBI procedure was set into place for a reason. But, she also couldn’t help but ponder the other side of the coin. There was a little part of her that wondered if either Elizabeth was an evil genius, knowing how to get more out of her agents, or a sadistic bitch, who liked to torture.
    That was still up in the air.
    She hoped it was the former, but the jury was still out. All she knew was that she respected her boss for making her work for it.
    Taking her coffee out on her porch, she watched the leaves blowing off the trees as the cool crisp air stole her breath. Fall was here, and soon it would be Halloween.
    Cyra loved this time of the year. It always reminded her of being a kid and trick or treating. She had grown up with a brother and sister, and together they used to dress up and score up as much candy as possible in the neighborhood.
    It became a contest to see who the best was at procurement.
    Cyra never won, because her brother was a big candy hog , but that was okay. Cannon was a heavy sleeper, and she and her sister would sneak into his room and steal it away.
    That was his fault for not protecting his goods.
    Cyra snickered at the memory.
    Even today, she had a really good relationship with her family. Her brother didn't live far from her. In fact, he was only two houses down the street. When it came to being a tight unit, the Austins were just that.
    Sitting on the hammock, she lounged back and thought about her life. Everything was going to plan, except the most important part.
    When it came to men, she was a