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.Secret Agent, Sarah Banks | Imhotep | 5

 

By the time they’d finished the pizza and killed about six beers between them, Sarah decided that as much as she wanted to spend the evening with Keith, she had to free herself of his presence.

“Keith, it’s been a blast, but I really have some major studying to do,” she smiled sheepishly at him.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Me too. Maybe this Saturday? Got any plans?” Keith pulled on his jacket, and took a last swig of beer.

“Saturday is great. We’ll make plans after english, ok?” Sarah opened her purse, and tossed the right amount of bills on the table. Across the room she saw the pierced blonde leaning against the bar. Keith slid back his chair and stood. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and gave him a crushing kiss on the lips before he had a chance to reply. As she broke the kiss and pulled back from him, Keith broke into a wide grin.

“After a kiss like that, I’d be a fool to say no. Yeah, that will be fine.” He grinned, turned and walked a few paces towards the door. Turned back around facing her, and said he’d get the tab for the next meal. Sarah nodded her assent, and Keith was gone out the door. A few minutes later Sarah left as well and walked back towards her dorm room.

Watching the reflections in the storefront windows, she couldn’t see any sign of the blonde following her. After walking another couple of blocks, she dropped her purse and turned around to see if she could she the woman. As casually as possible Sarah scanned both sides of the street and saw neither the blonde, or anyone else that looked as though they might be tailing her.

The rest of her walk back to her dorm was uneventful, although Sarah was somewhat apprehensive. Why did the blonde stop following her? Was there someone watching her now? Probably she thought, and resolved that she would conduct herself under that assumption. Once inside her room, Sarah kicked off her pumps, stripped off her blouse and skirt, and picked up the phone to call Miss Bainbridge. She shivered, wondering if she’d end up having sex with her english professor.

After two rings, Miss Bainbridge answered.

“Hello, Sarah. I’m glad you called. Are you going to join us?”

“Yes, I’m very interested. I’m looking forward to this week’s meeting."

Miss Bainbridge said, “I am too, very much in fact. More so since you’ll be joining us.” Sarah felt this practically confirmed her fears.

“Listen closely Sarah, in ten to fifteen minutes you’ll recive a package via courier. I want you to follow all the instructions that will be included with the other contents of the package. Do you understand?

“Yes. Follow the instructions in the package,” Sarah repeated.

“That’s right. If you have any questions, the courier is part of our group, and she’ll answer any questions you have before she leaves. Her name is Diana. Goodbye.”

Sarah hung up the phone, then took off her bra and slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She didn't have to wait long, as a knock soon came at the door.

 

Is it the courier?


          Yes, it's the courier.

 
 
 

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