Hearing the sirens getting closer you hurry out into the street and try to put some distance between you and the motel. You get barely 20 yards before a number of cop cruisers pull up along with a van holding a SWAT team. A couple of the cops look over as they take up position covering the motel entrance, but they make no move to stop you. You decide that it's best not to push your luck and hurry away down the street. Seconds later the SWAT team pours into the motel behind you.
You continue to walk on for a couple of blocks trying not to look suspicious. The drone of police sirens slowly fades away into the night. You see a bar up ahead and think it would be a good idea to sit down and take stock now your immediate danger seems to have passed. You enter the bar and head to the counter.
"What'll it be?" The barman asks, leering at you.
"A large Vodka Zulu." The words come without you even thinking.
You take a seat on a stool at the bar and ponder your predicament. The television behind the bar suddenly catches your eye. The evening news cast is on and the lead story is about an escaped prisoner. The picture they show is of a woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. You know you have contacts in and guess you or an accomplice must have cut and dyed your hair. A name beneath the picture reads . You listen intently to the news-reader. According to the him you are a terrorist. You escaped during transfer to a military facility and a federal agent was killed during the escape.
The story has shocked you, could you really be the violent criminal described on the news? You say the name softly to yourself. It does seem familiar, as though the memories are there, but for some reason you can't quite recall them.
You remember the slip of paper with the telephone number on it. It seems to be the only lead you have to follow if you want to find out exactly who you are. Over in the corner of the bar is a pay-phone and you have the change the bartender gave you. You turn in your seat and notice a gentleman staring at you. Perhaps he saw the same news broadcast that you saw and he recognizes you, or maybe he is staring for a different reason. You look at him and he quickly looks away then you look back to the phone.
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