"I got some intel for you."
My pager beeps pausing my hands to quickly pick it up by the side of my duffel bag. My eyes reread the one-sentence-line again blinking fast. Thundering of my heartbeat couldn't get anymore louder or faster than it already is. Like horses on a stampede, I could not hide my excitement after so long of searching. I look around the girls locker room for anyone's presence finding no other than me. Pulling my tablet out of my bag unlocking it, I begin to work on the code sent to my pager shortly after the message from my IP guy in Afghanistan.
Deciphering a code is such an easy job for me, my father was proud of me at such a young age I was good at computers. I was such a daddy's girls, skilled at torturing and taking out target. At a tender age, I could count no
