PROLOGUE

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PROLOGUE

"Hello miss, can I help you with something? Are you alright?" Terry found herself standing over a woman in her late-twenties probably, dry heaving. She wouldn't have been bothered except for the fact that it happened after the lady looked at her like she had seen a ghost. The nature of her business guaranteed that such things happen. The code of conduct clearly stated that one use a facial modification chip at all times while travelling so as not to blow one's cover when the mission is done. But if this lady recognizes her that meant that she must have revealed her identity at some point during a mission. The only problem was that she didn't have a clue who this lady was.

"No am alright. Nothing to be worried about." The lady said. She couldn't catch another glimpse of her face because the lady's dark curls obstructed Terry's view to her face as if she did not want Terry to see her face.

"Are you sure? I could call someone for you."

"It's okay. But thanks anyway. I should go." And with that, the lady moved brusquely back in the throng of people, leaving Terry wondering and wanting to know what exactly had happened on that specific mission.

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