Sara Hewitt and Jan were even closer after the incident with Heather. She was in Jan's room was much as she was in her own, but on this night Jan and Sara were in Sara's room waiting on a study group for French. No one had shown up. That was unusual. Sara and Jan had their books out, but they weren't able to start studying yet. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Great, finally somebody's showing up!", Jan jumped up and snatched open the door. Sara reached out to stop her, but she was at the door too quickly. Two men and a woman stood in the hall. The two men wore nice suits and glasses. Their hair was neatly cut and their faces looked freshly shaved even though it was getting late in the evening. The men didn't talk, only the woman. She looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's with dyed blond hair. Jan could see the streaks of gray in it. Jan looked closely, searching her memory for the faces, but she had never seen any of them before.

"Sara Hewitt?", the woman asked.

"No." Jan frowned and turned.

"I'm Sara." The girl stood up and came to the door.

"Sara, I am Ms. Worthington, with the Livingston Foundation. I hate to bring this news, but sweety your grandmother passed away this afternoon."

Jan looked at the woman, Ms. Worthington, and then down at her friend. Sara was already small, and she looked even smaller and more frail now. She covered her face and started sobbing. Jan wrapped her long arms around the girl's shoulders. "Oh, Sara, I'm so sorry." There was nothing else she could say, and it was true, she was sorry.

Sara looked up after a minute and looked to have composed herself somewhat. "Are you sure, she was doing well last I saw her."

Ms. Worthington's face didn't change. "I don't have any details, I'm afraid. I am to tell you to get dressed and pack one bag quickly. These gentlemen will escort you to the airport." The woman turned then and headed down the hall, her footfalls echoing loudly.

The men stepped into the room and looked at Jan. "Miss, you should leave now. We can take care of Miss Hewitt."

"I'd like to stay if you want me to", Jan looked at Sara. The small girl nodded as she pulled clothes mindlessly from a drawer.

"I do think, Miss, that it would be better if you went back to you're own dorm room.", the taller man said again with just a bit more emotion in his voice.

"Sara's my friend. I can't do anything, but be with her. How would you like it if all your friends left your side when you wanted them around. Now don't ask me to leave again!" Jan took a deep breath to control her anger. She was getting better. There was no need in letting an asshole get under her skin.

Sara looked, but kept packing. She didn't say anything else until she started out the door. "If I don't come back to this school, Jan, I want you to pack my stuff up. You know how I like my stuff."

Jan nodded quickly. "Ok, Sara, anything. But you might be back."

"Maybe", Sara said weakly as she started down the hall in front of the two men in suits.

Jan looked out the window as Sara got into a blue sedan. The car was out of sight quickly only the reflection of the headlights was visible and then those were gone. Jan sat in Sara's room for nearly ten minutes before heading to her own room. She told Alisha about what had just happened.

"Oh, that's so terrible. I was close to my Granny J. She was my mother's mother. She actually loved me without worrying about all that other shit. I'm going to have to send flowers or something."

Jan looked up. "Yeah that's a great idea."

Alisha spun her chair round to face her computer and went to work. Jan sat there restless and after a few minutes and announced that she was going to the gym. She needed to burn off some excess energy before going to bed. Alisha offered to go, but Jan turned her down. Alisha didn't want to work out anyway. Jan put on her black cami sports top and black compression shorts. She put on some blue mesh basketball shorts on over them then headed out the door. The weight room was across the campus under the gym. The door was always unlocked. Jan went in, turned on half the lights and started stretching. She knew there was no chance of her pulling a muscle, but it felt so much better to be loose than tight. After a few minutes she was ready.

Jan dropped and started doing pushups. Jan kept her body rigid as she pumped up and down in perfect form. Her pecs and triceps started getting pumped. Jan liked the way her muscles felt when she worked them. After 70 pushups, she hurried to the pull up bar and reached up. Most of the girls had to jump or step on a box to reach the bar, but Jan's long arms could ready easily. She started with an overhand grip and pulled herself up slowly and smoothly as she looked in the mirror at herself. After only a few reps, Jan could feel the burn. Jan dropped to the floor switched her grip to underhand and started again just as smoothly and slowly. Jan turned her head and looked at her biceps as the powered her up and down. Jan's biceps were always great, but working like this made them even more impressive. The peak began to grow and sharpen. A single vein snaked down the peak on her left biceps while another snaked across the bicep on her right arm. Jan went up and down slowly watching the muscle fibers stretch and then contract with power. After thirty perfectly smooth pull-ups, Jan let go with her right arm and started powering up only with her left arm. The muscle bunched and flexed as Jan's body went up and down as smoothly with one arm as she had been doing with two. After twenty pull-ups with her left arm, Jan switched to her right. Jan closed her eyes for a time as she pulled herself up and then let herself down. After a few more reps she opened her eyes and looked at her arm. She smiled. Her muscles looked impressive even to her. She put both arms on the bar and did knee raises. After a time, she dropped to the ground and flexed a couple of times in the mirror.

It had been a long time since Jan had really looked at herself like this in the mirror. She was alone and looked great. A light sheen of sweat covered her perfect skin and made her body look all the better. Jan pumped her arms again and again watching her biceps grow a bit each time until satisfied, she did a double bicep pose in front of the mirror. Jan let arms fall to her side and looked at them unflexed. Like always, they didn't looked abnormally large on her body, but she flexed them quickly watching her arms swell with muscle. Jan up her top exposing her midsection and crunching down her abs. Her abs separated into six blocks of muscle that looked perfect on her. Jan worked her hips and watched her abs writhe and play across her midsection.

Cassidy Redwine loved working out. She had started working out when she was 14 and now at age 17 she had competed in two regional figure shows. Her parents credited Livingston with allowing their once troubled little girl to find something to do and be proud of. They had seen both her shows. It was for Cass that the door to the weight room was left unlocked. Cass came in ready for a late workout alone. Her training partners were probably asleep, but sometimes she just wanted to be in the gym alone. She opened the door and walked in, but knew something was wrong. The lights were on. She came around the corner and stopped in her tracks, and was careful not to make a sound. She just wanted to watch.

Jan pulled her top up further and exhaled to reveal the rest of her abs. Eight separate blocks of muscles stacked proudly on her. Jan flexed her right arm against her side to watch the back side of her peak. She traced it with her left index finger. She turned quickly and flexed and left arm. The vein on the top throbbed as she pumped a couple of times. Her heart beat quickly with excitement. She looked around to choose an exercise, but saw Cass standing in the doorway.

"Don't stop just cause of me", Cass said quickly.

"What? I didn't know you were there. I wouldn't have done all that..."

"It was beautiful", Cass cut her off, and approached. "You have the most beautiful arms in the world and those abs... Can I touch them?", the girl asked.

"I guess." Jan really didn't know how to react.

Cass reached out slowly and tenderly rubbed Jan's stomach. "Flex them." Jan crunched down hard. A rivulet of sweat rolled down the center of Jan's abs. Cass caught it on a finger and licked it quickly. Jan frowned, but Cass looked up with a smile. "Its sweet. You must take good care of yourself." Jan didn't say anything. Cass stood up straight. She was perhaps 5'6". She reached out to Jan's arms. Jan pulled away. Cass looked up at her.

"You didn't ask to touch these. Besides, don't I get to examine anything?" Cass smiled and took off her sweat shirt. Even not pumped her perfectly proportioned muscles looked great. Cass always looked like she had a tan, but really it was the Tunisian blood on her mother's side. It helped to make her look cut year round.

"Mind if I warm up a bit?"

Jan smiled. "No go ahead. I have some things to do anyway." Jan turned and went to the leg extension machine and set the weight at 75 pounds and started pumping. Her legs were ready to work. After her arms and abs getting pumped, Jan's legs pumped and pumped up and down. Jan flexed her quads each time she brought the weight up. She slapped her thighs after holding a flex extra long on one rep. The sound of the solid smack make Cass look over and smile. Jan did another rep then another and held it. Finally she let her left leg drop and started again with only her right light. The reps were slower, but the burn deep in her quad felt so good. She frowned in concentration as she flexed her right leg while holding up the weight. She put her left leg up and then let her right down and continued until her quad burned. She stretched before quickly going to the leg curl machine. Cass watched as Jan lain across the machine with her butt in the air doing leg curls. Her legs were so long and so perfect looking that Cass could not help but stare. She had seen Jan almost every day, but had never seen her without the uniform. She had no idea what she had been missing. Cass herself wasn't a lesbian, she knew that. She had a steady boyfriend back home in Chicago, but she loved muscles. She loved the human body and was attracted to anyone who's body looked perfect for them. Cass looked as Jan did alternating reps with her legs. She had to have the most naturally perfect proportions she had ever seen. She felt jealous suddenly and then it went away. She felt pumped enough.

She walked over to the mirror and flexed her arms. They were smaller than Jan's, but just as cut or more. Cass flexed her chest which was her naturally strongest body part. She didn't even bother to isolate her pecs in workouts anymore for fear of them taking away from the rest of package on stage. She put her hands on her hips and spread her lats. Cass loved that pose. It made her feel so strong, like she could take on the world.

Jan walked up behind her. Cass put her right leg out and went into a double bicep pose. Jan traced Cass' arm first, admiring the shape of it before wrapping her huge hand around the smaller girl's upper arm. Jan's hands could not reach all the way around. She squeezed down a bit on Cass's arms to feel hardness of them. They felt great under her hands. Then Cass flexed harder. Jan felt the biceps grow under her hands and the triceps tighten. It sent a rush through her. Jan couldn't remember the last time she felt this aroused, and never with another girl. Cass pulled arms down and in front. She pressed her palms together and flexed her pecs. She pumped a few times then held it.

Jan looked in the mirror at Cass's flex. Jan's hands went around Cass's shoulders and arms as the smaller girl flexed her pecs again and again. Each time her chest got harder, more define and better looking. Cass's breast weren't huge, but they looked bigger and fuller with her chest flexed.

"Go ahead feel them", Cass urged.

Jan slowly slid her hands down from Cass's shoulders to her chest. Her chest felt even better than it looked. Jan ran her fingers down between Cass' pecs and around the entire area even rubbing against her best several times. Cass' nipples were already hard and poking out despite being behind a sports bra and lycra top. Cass finally relaxed her flex and turned around.

"My turn", she announced.

Jan smiled, bent down and flexed her right arm right in Cass' face. It looked so big up close than Cass just looked for a few moments before reaching out with both hands and feeling Jan's powerful arm. The iron hardness of it was almost more than Cass could take. She squeezed it as hard as she could with both her hands, but could not even press the muscle in with her finger tips. Jan waited while Cass squeezed. Cass' forearms flexed as she tried to make a dent in Jan's massive peak. Jan smiled and then squinted her eyes before really pouring into her flex. The muscle jumped into a double headed peak that spread Cass' fingers apart on the biceps and the triceps. Cass could feel the fibers contract and harden beneath her fingers. She felt a rush of heat from head to toe.

"Oh my...", she whispered breathily.

Jan turned and flexed her left arm. Cass reached out for it immediately. She traced it and rubbed it before pulling close to Jan's arm and squeezing as hard as she could. Jan flexed harder again, but this time stood up at the same time. Cass curled her legs beneath her as Jan pulled her and her 124 solid pounds up off the ground. Jan strained a bit, but the rush of what she was doing and how it made Cass act was enough. Cass dangled from Jan's left arm and could look at nothing else but Jan's massive arm. Jan held her arm at the same angle willing it not to shake as she felt Cass squeeze again. Cass' own body looked great as she hung there. Finally Cass let herself down and then went to a knee. She ran her hands down Jan's body past her hips and butt down to her legs. Jan shifted her weight and flexed her left leg. Cass rubbed it and ran her hands down Jan's leg all the way to her calf. Jan pointed her toe and let Cass trace the muscle there too. Cass worked Jan's right leg to before standing up again. She felt Jan's abs again but could not stay away from Jan's arms. Jan flexed her right arm again as hard as she could. The muscle bunched up and peaked impressively. Cass went close and closer before finally kissing Jan's proud peak gently at first and then more aggressively. Cass loved the hardness and shape of Jan's arm, it was so perfect she could not help herself. She licked and kissed Jan's right arm then hungrily went to Jan's left. She traced the shape with her tongue before kissing it and rubbing it more. Finally Cass fell to the ground. Jan joined her on the floor. Both of them were breathing heavily and smiling at the same time.

"Thanks", Cass said after a minute.

"Sure, you're welcome", Jan replied.

"That was the best workout I've had in a long while."

"Same here. Hey next time you going to a show, let me know. I want to be there."

"Next shows not until next year early March in Boulder."

"I'll remember that."

Jan stood up and headed back in the cool autumn air back to her dorm. The cool air helped clear Jan's head and her hormones. She had never been a part of anything like that. Jan walked back into her room, and Alisha was waiting for her.

"How was your workout?", Alisha asked.

Jan hesitated. "Interesting", she answered finally.

"Well I found a few things interesting too."

"Oh?"

"Sara is from Vicksburg, Mississippi, right?"

Jan nodded. "Well, north of Vicksburg near where three counties come together or something like that."

"Well, I looked up the numbers and called every funeral home in the area..."

"And?", Jan asked impatiently.

"And while every single one of them knew the name Hewitt not one had done any business with them in a couple of years."

"So?"

Alisha sat up straighter. "So, it seems that Sara's family is well known in the area and they would know if her one of her family members had died."

Jan thought about it. "Wait until tomorrow, then try again. Maybe the family hasn't released the news yet, or don't want anyone to talk about it yet."

Alisha shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. I'll try again tomorrow."

Jan took her shower and felt guilty. She had experienced a strange, but wonderful night while her friend was probably on a plane going to see her grandmother lying dead. Jan cried a bit before composing herself and going to sleep.

The next day Jan went out to jog before Alisha even woke up. The sun was barely up and there was a chill in the mountain air, but it felt good. Jan rarely jogged this early, but she needed something to get her going this morning. The woods around Livingston were wonderful. There were trails in the forest and Jan usually kept to those, but not this time. She went off the trail up a steep hill just to feel more burn in her legs. She topped the hill and then started up another and another and another. Finally she stopped, hands on knees gulping air as fast as her lungs could take it in. She felt good though. The thin mountain air really made for a good workout. She put her arms above her head and started walking around before jogging back to school then she stopped.

'Why are tire tracks in the middle of the forest?', she asked herself. Then started walking again.

"Must be an ATV", she said aloud, but she had an ATV and those tracks weren't from all-terrain tires. They looked like regular car tires.

"You've been watching too much CSI", she said to herself through breaths.

Jan followed the tracks for a bit. It couldn't hurt anything. She might only have enough time to grab a bagel and some oj for breakfast, but she didn't eat much for breakfast anyway. The tracks lead into thick underbrush in a depression between two small hills. Jan had jogged to the other side of the hills and knew that there was no outlet on the other side of the depression unless someone climbed up the backside and pulled their vehicle with them. Jan went closer. The tracks seemed to go into the bushes.

"This is stupid", Jan muttered to herself, but she wasn't the only one listening. Jan separated some of the limbs and looked in to the depression. The sunlight that made it through the thick bushes almost made seeing worse. The bright spots and dark spots next to each other made looking any distance impossible. Jan stepped in and followed the tacks. They still continued straight in. She hoped she wouldn't find someone dead. There were no tracks heading out. Jan took a sniff. She didn't smell anything rotting, but a body could still be a little too fresh to be stinking. She knew those tracks had to be fairly new. A couple of good rains and not even a Blackfoot scout could have found them, but there they were. Jan decided to go a quarter mile or so further before turning around. It was dark enough. The hair on the back of Jan's neck was already starting to rise and she didn't really know why. A very small voice was telling her to turn around, but something else more powerful was making her keep going.

"Is that the same girl that was in Sara Hewitt's room last night?"

"Yes, ma'am, sure is. And the same one that ugly girl told you about."

"Ugly girl?"

"You know, the one... Heather Brock."

The woman smiled. "Ms. Brock serves a purpose, which is more that I can say for a lot of people."

"So what should we do with her?"

"Nothing. She's not on the list." The woman said after a moment's thought. "I don't know why she's coming this way, but she hasn't seen anything yet."

The man took a step closer to the security monitors. "Yes yet, but if she should see something?"

"Then we would have to bring her in", the woman answered.

"And what about what Ms. Brock told us about her? About how she beat up Heather's crew."

The woman turned. "Heather probably got sloppy. She thought she was dealing with one of the other phony tough girls who come through the school. Ms. Caufield doesn't strike me as a phony. She handled herself pretty well when your men went to get Ms. Hewitt. She didn't give an inch from what they told me."

"Yes", the man confirmed, "that's what they said. Wonder how receptive she is to joining our little program?"

The woman inhaled deeply. "We might have a chance to find out."

The man looked up in time to see Jan looking at a roughed up disguised piece of technology that had no business in a forest.

Jan ran her hands down the piece of metal several times to make sure she was feeling what she thought was. It was a key pad or card reader or something. The tracks lead deeper into complete blackness. The keypad had been so disguised that only a chance bump had tipped Jan to its presence. She rubbed the pad again then turned. There had to be a door. She followed the tracks further. She looked, but she didn't have to look for too long.

A door opened down into the ground, making a flat driveway for the cars to enter a hole in the side of the hill. Bright florescent light flooded the area. Jan squinted against the brightness, but went forward anyway. A sane person would have run, but Jan, while closer to normal, was not quite there yet. She stepped forward into the light.

"How many did you send?", the man asked.

"Three. I believe that if she is as good as Ms. Brock says then she should be able to get one of them", the woman said.

Jan stepped inside.

The three guys didn't wait for Jan's eyes adjust. One came up from her left. Jan turned surprised. She didn't see the two come from the other side. A quick punch to the small of her back weakened her knees and stood her up straight. A kick to the back of the knee sent her to the ground. Kicks came from all directions. Jan covered her face. The men seemed to have steel toe boots on.

"Perhaps Ms. Brock exaggerated about Ms. Caufield. They haven't even had to use the batons."

Jan had curled into a fetal position. 'Why the hell did I come inside!?!", Jan yelled in her mind. She wasn't quite sure why these guys were beating on her, but lying on the ground was starting to get old. Jan's anger didn't take long to well from deep inside her. Jan had worked hard to bury her temper, but getting beat up by three guys were more than her new milder temper could take.

Jan rolled onto her stomach and pushed her arms under herself. The blows kept coming, but Jan was already past caring. Jan took a deep breath and jumped to her feet. The guard behind her moved back, and struck Jan in the small of her back. Jan felt the blow, but her eyes were fixed on the guard in front of her.

Jan balled her huge hands into fists. The guard brought his baton up, but Jan was ready. She reached out with her left hand and grabbed for the baton. He moved it back above his head to get it out of Jan's reach, but that's what she wanted. Jan's right arm came from shoulder level and caught the guard in the base of his jaw with a solid blow. The guard staggered back. Jan didn't give him a chance to recover. A quick jab with her left and a body jarring cross from her right sent the trained fit guard to the ground spitting blood. The other guards were not standing and watching. Jan turned to seek another target, and she never saw the baton coming. The guard had swung as hard as he could. The blow exploded against the side of Jan's face with a loud crack. She lost balance and went back reeling. The other guard was quick to act. Another blow across Jan's stomach sent her back against a white wall. She put her hand back to keep herself from falling over. Another blow came at her head. Jan was moving slower, but she moved in time to duck. The swing grazed the top of her head knocking it back against the wall. Jan straightened and kicked the guard above the groin in the bladder as hard as she could. The guard crumpled onto the floor. Jan snatched the baton from the guard's hand with no resistance. Jan kicked the guard in the head knocking him on his back. He moaned and rolled on the ground trying not to swallow his own blood.

The third guard held his baton ready. His white uniform was spotless and he had hardly broken a sweat. Jan was bleeding from a cut on her forehead and one along her cheekbone on the side of her head. Sweat mixed with the blood making her look worse than she felt. The guard could see that her piercing blue eyes were crystal clear and they were focused on him. He looked at the two other guards on the ground hoping that one of them would recover to help him, but it was not to be. Jan took a breath, and raised her baton to charge.

"That's enough!", a voice yelled from down some long hallway. "I think we've seen all we needed!"

Jan almost didn't pay the voice any attention, but the guard backed off. Jan lowered her baton, and backed up against the wall. She could hear footfalls coming from the hall to her left. There was still a guard on her right. She was surrounded, but at least the main door was still open. She looked out at the darkness of the outside. She readied herself to run.

"No need to go out there, Miss Caufield."

Jan turned and frowned. A man came out of the hall, but stayed ten feet away from her. He was tall, taller than her and dressed in a tailored pinstriped suit. Jan would have thought him handsome with his perfectly cut blond hair and short beard, but her mind was far from admiring his looks.

"How do you know my name?"

The man smiled, reveling perfect white teeth. "Miss Caufield, Jan, would you come with me?"

"Your guys here tried to kill me!", Jan yelled. "Why would I go with you?"

The man laughed. "No, Miss Caufield, they were not trying to kill you. They were sent here because you intruded."

"I didn't even know this place were here!"

"That was the general idea. We went through quite a bit of trouble to make sure this place stayed hidden. I do believe that you are the first person to find one of our entrances."

She looked around the room. Jan heard more people hurrying down the hall. They wore all white, but they weren't guards. They rushed over to Jan's two victims. Both men were still off their feet. She took another look at the open door, then looked back.

"What's your name? You know mine", Jan asked.

"Byron Livingston", he answered with a smile. "Do you want them to look at your cheek? That cut might be deep."

Jan waved her hand. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? It looks bad. You wouldn't want it to leave a scar on what was a couple minutes ago a very pretty young face."

Jan laughed. "Don't worry. It doesn't even hurt much."

"So we walk?"

Jan spun the baton in her hand while she thought. 'What the hell?' Jan took a step towards the Byron and tossed the baton to the one guard she hadn't touched. He caught it, but said nothing.

The hall seemed to go on forever. They walked in silence for several minutes. Jan's anger was all but gone. A cautious curiosity had replaced it. "We have 37 acres of facilities down here. There are miles of halls around this place."

"You said your name is Livingston, you must be related to the guy who founded the school."

"Sylvester Livingston was my grandfather, yes."

"What is this place?"

Byron stopped and turned. "I wondered just how long it would take before you asked me that very question. This is the Livingston School too. It was founded not long after the one above ground was founded. We train people down here. Did you know that some of the world's best spies are women and always have been?"

"So you all train spies?"

Byron nodded and smiled. "During World War Two, we provided the OSS with some of the best assets of the war. Many of the German Field Marshals had mistresses in different conquered cities who had trained right here. Do you know how much information a man will tell a lover?"

"I've never really thought about it", Jan admitted with no emotion. She thought about Alisha then suddenly felt bad.

"We have given it quite a bit of thought", Byron began, "We continued to provide the best agents up until the 70's. The Church Commission shut down our funding, but we kept working on new training techniques. They woke up our program again in 2002. We've sent out 23 agents since then. We have 17 in the pipeline right now." He turned to Jan and touched her for the first time, putting his hands on her shoulder. "Jan, we'd like you be number 18."

Jan stepped back away from him. "I don't know. I mean I don't know enough about it." Jan's mind started weighing things and coming up with questions. "Something tells me that you don't recruit girls by waiting for them to find the door."

Byron laughed then sighed deeply. "No, the young ladies we choose are not normally given a choice. They are students at Livingston and for the most part come from wealthy families and sent here for some deficiency. We observe them and then bring them here for evaluation."

"And then?"

"They are separated from others and given a battery of physical and psychological tests. After that we either approve them or reject them."

It was Jan's turn to sigh. "What if they are rejected? I'm sure you don't just let them go to tell them about this place."

Byron nodded, smiled, and hesitated. "I don't want you do think I'm crazy, but there are people in this world who are not like the rest of us. Some are people can do things with their minds that most people can not. We employ some of these people along with hypnotists and doctors to cloud their memories so the memories of this place are at worst remembered as a dream and at best not remembered at all."

"No, I don't think that's crazy at all. Do you ever find some of these special people at the school?"

"I think we found one yesterday. The results are very early, but we have a young lady here to just might be telepathic."

Jan paused for a moment. "Is Sara here? Is that the one you're talking about?"

Byron smiled and nodded. "Your friend was picked up yesterday and she was reading suggestions by this morning."

"Wow. So I don't think you walked her around like you did me."

"No, most people who come in here are quite scared when they come in. It takes them quite a while to adjust. Your friend doesn't even know what's going on yet. You know more than she does. You found one of our doors. We like that curiosity. You didn't give up and run when you find something out of place. When you got attacked, you beat the hell out of two of our guards..."

"That third guy was next by the way", Jan blurted.

"Yes, without a doubt. We don't try to fit you young ladies into a mold, we try to take your innate abilities and use them, magnify them. We train young ladies with the talent to act when needed. You, Jan Caufield can be great. I can tell that you have trained at how to fight sometime in the past, but we can teach you to be lethal. What's you answer?"

Jan was nervous all of the sudden. She knew that this was probably the most important decision of her young life. She was scared of how this would affect her secret, but she knew an opportunity when she saw one. Jan still had doubts, but she made up her mind.

"Yeah, I'll join", she said simply.

Byron frowned at the question. "Let's get you inducted into the program.

Jan nodded and followed Bryon down the hall into the shadows.

to be continued.....

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