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at the back of her mind that she truly thought she was over it. She grabbed her phone to check the time. The clock read 4:42. Well, I guess Jason won’t be waking me up today if he actually does call, Sam thought in frustration.
    She shook her frustration off as quickly a s she could. She didn’t feel the need to dwell on her dreams or her early awakening. She had things to do and at least one place to scope out. She got up and walked straight to the bathroom. She was very tired. She would need a scalding hot shower to wake up, and then of course, she would move on to the other ingredient that was so important to her for a good morning. Coffee!
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    Later that morning, back in Washington, an older gentlemen was very worried and pacing the floor of his large office. The man was none other than the director of all operations at this facility. His name was John Campbell. He hadn’t slept much the night before because he was very worried about the implications of what they were investigating. They were investigating an off-books company that had only been allowed to exist because they had been so helpful in the past. If the United States military needed any weapons or training tools, they were there for the right price. Not to mention the fact that they could simply hand off any targets they may have and the targets would be eliminated within an extraordinarily quick timeline. In fact, he was convinced that the people who were working for Markus Boyd were better at finding people than any normal government organization could be, and that was saying something because the CIA was very adept at locating people. It was almost as if they had an inside track that told them who was where in the world and what was going on everywhere. What they were accused of troubled him, especially because his close friend, Markus Boyd, had always seemed to be a rather dignified man. He hated to pry into Markus’s private affairs, especially without him even knowing that was what they were doing. He respected this man too much, and that morning he did what he had been thinking about doing all night. He picked up the phone and made a call to Markus. It would be easier to just ask him straight out if the accusations against him and his company were true than to sit there and wonder about it. 
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    Back in Memphis, Samantha had just left the hotel. She was finally on the road in her ragged minivan, but after her breakfast, she wasn’t complaining about her van. She found her breakfast to be odd, to say the least. She had driven down the street to a small breakfast place that morning. They were supposed to be famous for their pancakes, but as far as she could tell, what they were calling pancakes were only very greasy flat pieces of bread. Sam was also puzzled by another thing in the restaurant. There were all types of signs hanging on the wall that had to do with barbecue. Did the people in this city have some type of weird obsession with barbecue? She liked barbecue as much as the next person, but what was with the obsession with it in a breakfast place? There was also an unidentifiable food that smelled and looked terrible. Sam was usually open minded, but she didn’t dare try anything new that particular morning.
    As she made her way onto the southbound highway that clearly stated Jackson, Mississippi, she couldn’t help but be aggravated by the most obvious and irritating thing in her view. Cars were at a complete stand still, and after a few moments, it became clear. Traffic was not moving anytime soon. In a quick and angry motion she hit the radio, turning it on. As she flipped through the stations, one thing became apparent. If you didn’t want to hear what “God said,” listen to old country music, or hear about some guy named Elvis, there was nothing on the radio for you here. She flipped the radio off and sighed. Maybe scoping this place out wasn’t worth the trouble after all, she thought.
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