Chapter 7 of Sleeper Cell

Agent Brown trudged up the four flights of stairs to her condo. She could taken the elevator but the ice cream in the back of freezer was calling her name. Emotional eating was on the menu tonight. She put her key in the lock and opened the door, without noticing the slight stick of the door as she pushed on it. Turning on the light in the house she kicked off her heels and made her way to the kitchen. After grabbing the ice cream from the freezer she shut the window and chastised herself for leaving it open. Rushing or not it wouldn’t be wise for her to start being careless. Too many people around her were dying in random ways. She left the kitchen and made her way to the living. Late night television always helped to clear her mind or at least numb it for a while.

She awoke with a start on her couch in front of the tv. She swore she heard something. But what? She’d locked the door when she’d come in. Hadn’t she? The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She wasn’t alone. Someone was in her home. She tried to think. She needed a weapon or something. Frantically she thought about what was around her and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room her hear stopped.

“Good evening Celia, I was wondering how long I would have to wait for you to wake up. I’m sorry to interrupt your beauty rest. I know how hard you’ve been working.”

Her mouth felt dry. “How did you get in here? What do you want?”

“Always straight to the point huh Celia? No tête-à-tête? No banter?” He asked mockingly.

She scowled in the darkness and was rewarded with a smile from her visitor.

“I have something for you. Read it carefully and please follow the instructions. I really don’t want to have to pay another visit…but I will if I have to.”

Beads of sweat rolled down her back. She watched him pull out a manila envelope from his jacket and place it on the coffee table.

“I know manila envelopes are typical but they serve their purpose.” Looking her square in her eyes in a lower voice he said, “Make sure you serve yours.”

With that he walked away and let himself out the front door.

Delivery

Glaring

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