Dust and dirt swirled through the air as Sam stepped out of the helicopter, following closely on the heels of Mr. Blackstone as she had so many times before. She knew the drill by now, knew what speech he would give her once they got indoors and what to expect from her new home-for-now. Sam had been living in hideaways maintained by Blackstone Security since she was old enough to have memories, so she was well versed in how Mr. Blackstone and his teams operated.
Every few years, someone or something would breach her security and she would be moved to a new location, so every few years she would climb into a helicopter and cross her fingers that Mr. Blackstone had finally found somewhere at least moderately cool to hide her away in. She had fought hard to hide her utter disappointment whe
