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Sarah Walker ([info]agentwalker) wrote in [info]chosen_forces,
@ 2008-11-16 12:29:00
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Current mood: confused

Character(s): Sarah and OPEN
Day: Day Three
Time of Day: Evening (around 7pm or so)
Location: Some street in the good part of town
Rating: Most likely PG
Status: Incomplete



Sarah Walker had been in a lot of sticky situations. She'd been kidnapped, beat up, shot at, and had once worked undercover as a pig farmer. But none of that compared to this. One moment she was sitting on her couch, cleaning her gun, and the next she was standing on a dimly lit street. Looking around, Sarah wondered if maybe she had been drugged, or if this was some training exercise the CIA decided to throw her in. She knew she had upset Graham when she insisted they not take Chuck. Was this payback?

With a weary sigh, she started to move down the street. As she did, she patted herself, glad to feel she still had her gun on her. It made her feel better knowing she had a way to defend herself in case this wasn't a training exercise.

Sarah continued down the street until she came to what looked like the town's business district. Several businesses were still open, but she wasn't sure if she should go inside any of them. It could trap, after all. So instead of going inside, she sat down on a bench, and waited for someone to come by.



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