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Sitting outside of the SFO Airport with a little time to spare before her flight, Gwendolyn Hayes puffed calmly on a cigarette as she kept an eye on security, and the people around her. Face hidden beneath a baseball cap and an earbud hanging out of her ear, blue eyes flickered from person to person as she watched families and friends unload luggage and see each other off. It was all so sentimental that it almost made her sick, but with a flick of her cigarette and an annoyed sigh, she turned her focus elsewhere. With a warrant out for her arrest she needed to avoid as much attention as possible and glaring at everyone who passed by wasn't going to make her anymore inconspicuous. 

Catching glances with a border patrol officer, her eyes casually turned south and her head hung low. '[i]Speak of the devil.[/i]' Slouching forward so her elbows rested on her knees and her face was hidden by her hair, she watched the officer slowly step past her and through the doors of the airport. It was probably her just being paranoid, but she could have sworn she saw the officer pause just for a second. None of that mattered now, though. He had walked by her, and she was in clear, so everything was cool. Everything except for her mood.

Throwing a glare at the doors he walked through, Gwen scowled in the officers general direction, half tempted to throw him the finger. "Yeah that's right, keep walking." Mumbling underneath her breath, she took a long drag of her cigarette before tossing it to the ground and crushing it with the heel of her boot.

Nerves on edge, and anxiety high, Gwen's temper had been through the roof since yesterday. It wasn't every day that some rich dude in a nice suit approached her, especially one that knew her full name without even talking to her before. Not only had that meeting tripped her out, the letter he had given her to read had mind fucked her even more then the plane ticket to Haiti. Spontaneous was her middle name, but this was down right crazy! 

Gwendolyn had never been a person to run away from her problems before, but it didn't look like she had any choice in the matter to begin with. '[color=00a651]Stay where you are now, and die, or be taken away to live out your days as a lab rat,[/color]' Yeah, like that was gonna happen. She had already got a taste of what the government was planning, and she wasn't about to sit around and get caught again.

Just because she was getting a new lease on life didn't mean she was totally down with the idea, either. This whole Haiti thing could have been a trap by the government, and the rich dude could be the sleaze she assumed had him to be from the very beginning. Going into this with your guard down was like asking for a bullet to the head, and Gwen wasn't going to take any chances. All she had to do was play it safe, and things would work out like they always did. 

'[I]You just gotta be cool, Gwen. Don't mess with anyone, and no body will mess with you.[/i]' She told herself while checking the time on her phone. With three minutes to spare before it was time to board, she slung her small backpack of belongings over her shoulder and fixed the hat on her head. She had decided long ago that there was no turning back, so with a shaky breath in and out, Gwen hurried inside the terminal to board her flight to Haiti.