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DELTA FORCE (Part 1)

**Amanda**

Behind schedule and unprepared for her video chat with Delta, Amanda leapt out of her car with her laptop bag flung over her shoulder and sprinted to her condo. Seattle had upheld its position as one of the worst cities for traffic in the country today, making the trip home from Alki beach much longer than anticipated.

Out of breath due to nervousness and forced exercise, Amanda fumbled with her keys at the front door. "C'mon!" she yelled at the door's lock, anxiety pulsing through her core. "I don't have time for this!"

When the lock finally released it's hold, Amanda pushed the door wide open and threw her laptop bag on a nearby chair. While she was turning to secure the entryway's barrier, she watched in horrified slow motion as a ball of fur dashed for fresh air and freedom.

"Winnie!"

Amanda chased her roly-poly feline roommate down a city sidewalk for a block or two, cringing each time a car passed. Having lived indoors her entire life, the cat wasn't exactly equipped with a fur-year degree in street smarts. In fact, the only thing Winnie excelled at was treats and farts. "Winnie! Come here! NOW!"

Winnie froze for a split second on a street corner, her wide eyes frantically looking in every direction as she hovered mere centimeters from the ground. The loud rumbling of a city bus startled her, sending her darting in the opposite direction down an alley.

Gasping for air, Amanda rounded the corner of the alley just in time to witness Winnie shuffling her pudgy mass under a garbage dumpster.

"Winnie," Amanda scolded. "You little shit! Come here. I mean it! Come here."

Amanda cringed when she approached the dumpster. Puddles of water and pools of decaying mysteries surrounded the large steel container on every side.

"This isn't happening," Amanda whispered, scouting for the least disgusting patch of ground to kneel down on so she could peek under the trash bin. "Why is this happening?"

As she slowly crouched onto her knees, Amanda felt the cold moisture of toxic liquid pollution seeping through her jeans. "You're an asshole," she reprimanded, despite being unable to see the cat. "This is what I get for falling in love with an asshole--a bacterial infection."

A scared meow sound escaped the underside of the dumpster. Amanda exhaled and surveyed the small space between the bottom of the steel container and the ground. "How in the hell am I supposed to get under there?"

When a solution for outsmarting impossible crawling spaces failed to manifest itself, her eyes redirected their attention to globs of decaying food matter and spatters of slimy--whatever--on the pavement. Amanda's upper lip curled upward to block the passage of garbage stench into her nostrils. Getting any lower to the ground's surface repelled her, like trying to connect the wrong ends of two magnets.

Amanda glanced at the Fitbit on her wrist. She swiped past the screen warning her she showed symptoms of cardiac arrest and stopped on the screen displaying the time. Wattpad Headquarters would be calling in less than ten minutes.

"Winnie! I can't do this right now!" Amanda's chest tightened as a mixture of emotions pressed their way up her esophagus and triggered a wave of moisture across her eyes. It had been a long time since someone beyond her small group of friends had taken any interest in her thoughts and ideas. She was looking forward to discussing with Delta why she thought stories could change the world. In fact, Amanda hoped the mere act of speaking about the importance of fiction would give her the motivation needed to continue writing that novel she kept abandoning.