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The Voicemail

by Kalon Ponraj

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0200 San Francisco, California 11/7/11
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“This is Blue Lightning to Red Fire, do you copy?” a man said through static.
“I copy you Blue lighting… our target room has been surrounded. Permission to break in?”
“Permission granted,” came the reply.
A door was kicked open and guards flooded the room, startling the occupant. 
“What the—” She never finished her sentence, because soon a bright red dart was sprouting from her neck and she slipped into unconsciousness.
“We have Mrs. Smith,” one of the guards spoke into a radio. “I‘m bringing her to 37.7763 N 122.4328 W.”
“Good,” the man replied, “bring her in.”

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“This is Blue Lightning to Red Fire, do you copy?” a man said through static.
“I copy you Blue lighting… our target room has been surrounded. Permission to break in?”
“Permission granted,” came the reply.
A door was kicked open and guards flooded the room, startling the occupant. 
“What the—” She never finished her sentence, because soon a bright red dart was sprouting from her neck and she slipped into unconsciousness.
“We have Mrs. Smith,” one of the guards spoke into a radio. “I‘m bringing her to 37.7763 N 122.4328 W.”
“Good,” the man replied, “bring her in.”

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