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    1. Somewhere in South America Mist hovered between valleys, the green tops of rolling hills like islands in the sea of white. It blocked the sunlight of the late afternoon, humidity licking the tendrils of dark locks that had escaped the up-do to the back of her neck. In the further shadow of a veranda, she was reclined next to crystal clear pool, book in hand, a wine glass in the other, and dark sunglasses making her almost unrecognizable. It was eerily silent. Tendrils of fog kept curling in the humid brilliant green paradise. The shadow of a dark, small helicopter became barely visible every so often, revealing the method to which she had traveled, her actual plane miles away with the rest of her crew. She was on her own out in her personal paradise, a small yet sprawling property that had once belonged to a major player in her crosshairs before the end of the world. Every luxury existed there, on a miniature scale. New York had been grating her raw; leaving capable people in place she’d decided to take a breather before everyone within blast radius of her scathing glares would get burned. She’d come “home”, the place where once an entire team had its headquarters after they’d cleared out the place, the echo of laughter and scent of good tequila lingering in its silent halls. Ghosts. Hazy memories were everywhere in a place nobody knew about except her closest circle and the caretakers that had no clue who she really was. They took care of it in perpetuity, and left when she was in residence. She’d never seen them, they would never see her, and it would always remain that way. Motionless, she looked like a statue. Only her eyes under the sunglasses moved as they glided through the words, every so often the wine glass was placed on the mosaic table beside her. Pages were turned and the silence tangled with the every undulating mist. Her hackles always were triggered when trouble was at the edges of her awareness. Her fury usually followed, and this was the silence before the world erupted. She had to find her even keel or professional relationships could be destroyed. Everything could be destroyed. The energy around her of late had been like lightning in a bottle, and it itched at the volatile blood that made her the predator she was. Lips pressed together, the book coming down to rest on her lap as the dark eyes travelled over her surroundings. It was odd, and rare she felt like company. It was this place. It was different now, her life was different now. The ghosts here were memories and current thoughts were brushing them to the side… and that pissed her off more than ever.
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