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[center][color=fff79a][u][b]JULIANNE LEUNG[/b][/u][/color][/center]

Julianne Leung was dreaming. 

[i]"You promised me you wouldn't tell!"

[color=fff79a]"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jonathan, but I couldn't convince anyone what you were saying is true if I didn't have a verifiable source."[/color]

"I've lost everything! Oh, my God!"

[color=fff79a]"That's the risk you take when you become a whistleblower. But the company lost. Punishment is being dolled out. Isn't that enough?"[/color]

"No! No! No one will- you ruined me!"

[color=fff79a]"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jonathan. I had to-"[/color]

"You didn't have to do anything! You could have left it alone!"

[color=fff79a]"...And let their corrupt practices go unpunished? I'm sorry that I gave out too many details. I had too. Nothing would have happened otherwise."[/color]

"You stupid...!" [/i]

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Julianne Leung, a well-respected, calculating, if cutthroat reporter lay unconscious on a rubber mat. Her arms ran parallel to her body and her legs were pressed straight together. She wore a white T-shirt that rested un-tucked over a black pair of skinny jeans wrapped around her waist by a leather belt. The jeans stopped a few inches short of her sneaker shoes, so there was a few inches of her olive skin tone between her jeans and her white socks. Black hair was tied into a loose bun on the top of her head.

There was still make-up on her face, including a thin line mascara and subtle lip-stick. Her sleeping features were asian, particularly Korean. Her lips were parted and her belly slowly rose up and down with breath, rhytmically and slowly. Suddenly, through an electric shock from a plate that had been surgically implanted at the base of her skull, Julianne was awakened. Her lids flashed open to reveal two sharp, intelligent eyes that were hazed in grogginess. 

The reporter sat up, glancing around at the now awakening people around her. A message came through on a loudspeaker. Male, authoritative, calm, cool, collected, and what sounded like a concerning indifference to human suffering.

Julianne's countanence went from confused and disoriented to worried, then finally, frightened as the message went on. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. Trying to stave off panic, she reached a trembling hand into her right pocket where she felt an object press against her thighs. She pulled it out, to reveal the mentioned fliphone, and her fingers confirmed the prescense of the black card. 

What the Hell was this? What kind of sick person would do something like this? Oh, God. 

Still sitting down on the rubber matt, she opened up her assigned flip-phone. A name. A face. A human person. Horror dawned on her as she instictually scanned the room, and saw the person she was supposed to...kill. She quickly looked away as to not give herself away. Then, an even worse terror overcame her. She turned wildly, scrambling to her feet.

Her eyes flicked from face to face, trying to surmise which one of these people were being coerced into ending her life. She had to kill her target. It was the only way. Before someone killed her. The woman needed a weapon. She couldn't kill her target with her bare hands, and she certainly couldn't defend herself without one! 

Trying to surpress the rising of her stomach, Julianne Leung sprinted out of the room, heading east. Her sneakers padded against the concrete road.

Using the sun and a bit of common sense Jullian dashed to the southeast to find one of these 'stores'. Maybe she could get a weapon to defend herself. She had to get away. Had to. Had to! She cut through the open field and began running to a large structure in the distance that looked like it could be one of these stores.