Just as the soldier stood there with a look in his eye like he knew he was about to get some, Sarah decided that she wanted to alone after all.
“No thanks. I’d rather be by myself at the moment,” she said shutting the door rather than look at the bewilder expression on his face.
Sarah walked across the room to the single bed the CIA had set up in her little room. The room was sparse with a bed, a chest of draws and a small two door cupboard being the only furnishings. A small sink was set into one wall with a kettle and a collection of tea and coffee items resting on the draining board. Sarah laid out face down on the bed, hiding her face in the pillow.
Her mind wandered on from the first time Jack and she had made love to the time they had spent together in the woods on the day she had got her little sports car. She recalled how Jack had ravished her body like a wild animal. Taking her quickly and extremely thoroughly. She couldn’t recall a word that had been said between each other that time. Just that they had joined together in a frantic release that they each had needed so badly.
The thought that the first person she had given herself over to as a women was not at all the person who she thought he was, filled Sarah’s heart with an empty despair. Her body was soon racked with large sobs that she tried in vain to control. Her pillow soon became soaked with her tears. If only she could go back in time and change what she had done. For the first time in the past three years, she regretted giving her virginity to Jack Anderson. She cursed his name and vowed she would make amends with him the next time she saw his betraying, smiling face.
The grief she felt added was eventually overtaken by the weariness she felt from the long night time flight she had taken to this new destination. Sleep claimed her.
Several hours latter she was awoken by a gentle shaking of the shoulder by Special Agent Turner himself.
“I thought you might need some time to yourself after what I revealed to you earlier. I’ve tried to give you as long as possible but unfortunately with the new intelligence we’ve received, time isn’t on our side. I need you to get up and come to the EBR and we will endeavor to get you up to speed on what’s happening,” Turner told Sarah. His words quickly ending any last fragments of her sleep.
She rose quickly and followed Turner back to the Emergency Briefing Room. This time the room was significantly fuller than when she had seen it previously. Men in important looking military uniforms stood talking and whispers in small groups as Special Agent Turner strode to the front of the room when a small lectern was set up to the side of a projector screen. |