Maybe I am not going nuts, Kate thought to herself as she was led, blindfolded, through the complex that she learnt was called Two Ridge Mountain, smack in the desert, a nice little hideaway. No guesses for why it was called that.
At this point, she was not even sure what country she was in.
Anger and frustration pelted through her for being treated this way, especially after her confinement in a cell like a common criminal. No one had said a word to her which was worse. As she trudged along a corridor of sorts, a feeling of déjà vu swept over her. She sensed enormous power opening up in her mind-something she had never experienced, at least not in her waking moments. Maybe this was brought about by a feeling of self-preservation; perhaps her destiny was moving quickly. Too quickly.
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