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TO ANYONE THAT HAS ALREADY READ PART OF THIS ANDIS GETTING THE UPDATED COPY-
I changed two names. First whoused to be Gabriel, Stephan’s partner, is now Cassius. AND Jonny is nowGabriel. There is no longer a Jonny in the story. Sorry for the confusion, but Idecided that the names I had originally given these two characters didn’t fitthem and so I switched before I got any further. Sorry for the confusion.Enjoy.
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I sat on the bus, reading and waiting for it to leave, when a wave of chillness creptinto my consciousness. It felt like something was wrong. Then the numbers 622appeared in my mind and I looked up, just as the bus started to pull off I saw thenumbers 622 posted in front of me. Damn, I was on the wrong bus.I jumped up and asked the bus driver if he wouldn’t mind giving me a transfer sothat I didn’t have to pay for the second bus, briskly jumped over all the three stairsleading off the bus and hurried to catch the correct bus which was parked directlybehind the one I had just gotten off.As I started to climb the 623 Lake City Way, I realized that I had left my jacket andcomputer bag sitting on the other bus and that it was pulling away. Great! I startedto run after it.At the intersection the light, that just a moment ago was green, turned yellow thenred. While it was yellow the 622 sped up instead of stopping. When the light turnedred I had to wait, there was too much traffic for me to do otherwise. Why didn’t Ibring my car today? Trying to decide it was worth it trying to catch up with it or not, I thought about mycomputer and jacket. My jacket was great, a Kenneth Cole leather, but that was notthe most important thing, it could be replaced. My computer on the other hand,while also replaceable, contained my newest pitch tonight’s meeting. It had takenme all week to perfect and in the late nights and long lunchless mornings (and yes,lunch in the mornings, being a half breed I start my day at 12 am and end, at theoffice, at 9 amish) I had not backed up the files.I had to get it back. If I left it on there and waited until it reached the end of itsroute, not only would I not have it for my presentation tonight, it probably wouldn’tbe there anyways. Most people are not very honest and a jackets one thing to turnin, but a computer. That’s valuable and can be used by anyone. It was passwordprotected of course, but that’s easy for any thief to fix. The only way I could think of to catch up with it was to run through the VandersBuilding and cut it off. But, that is not an easy feat. It’s only 20 stories and hasentrances on the east side of the building that are on the 10
th
floor. There are alsoentrances on the west side of the building and they are on the 7
th
floor. The 1
st
through 6
th
floor are below ground and are used, I think for research, but Iam not sure. They are private and not talked about very often. The 11
th
through 20
th
floor are above ground and are used for the various departments that VandersInvesting Corporation has.2
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 That is not the problem though. The problem is the fact that each floor has asecurity check point. To move from one level to another, you have to put yourbelonging on the x-ray machine (which obviously wasn’t a problem for me since Iwas chasing my things right now), go through metal detectors and then show yourID. I didn’t have any ID on me, it was my bag (how stupid could I get), but I couldshow them my work access card, which has my picture on it and leave a fingerprint. That may take too long though.Damn. I had no choice but to try it. I couldn’t get around it to go down the twoblocks it spanned without going backwards and out of my way. The bus turns on 2
nd
street in the middle of the building, so going around to the far end of the building,which is two blocks away and back tracking didn’t seem like a very good idea either. The traffic at the lights and the swarms of people on the sidewalks would make itslow going.“Whoa, little lady, aren’t we in a hurry?” The security guard at the first stationwhistled. Little Lady, what were we in a country western now?“Well yah. A huge hurry actually”. I flung at him quickly completely agitated andtapping my foot a million times a minute. “You know” deciding to change myapproach. I stood still with one foot at a point tip toe like, to show more knee in theskirt I was wearing, and said in my sexiest most appealing vampire voice. “Maybeyou could accompany me in the elevator to save me some time. It looks like youhave plenty of guards on duty today.”For a normal girl, that would have probably not ever have worked. Stephan Vanderswas very strict in regards to his security and while it certainly did look like therewere extra guards on duty, I was sure there was a reason for it. Any guard of his hadto know that accompanying a woman with no Vanders credentials was not okay, letalone a girl with no ID at all.But I was not a normal girl. I was a half breed. Half Vampire, Half Human. I hadpowers of persuasion on my side. My regular voice was more persuasive on a badday than a human’s voice would be at their very best. Even though I normally trynot to intentionally use it, it’s still the reason I am so good at advertising. I can sellto nearly anyone when I want to.So of course he said, “Alrighty little lady, we’lI just slip away while my super is on afifteen”. Saying super like soup with an elongated “er” at the end. He grabbed hisID card and swiped it. The doors opened smoothly, opening to a very largecomfortable looking elevator. I had been inside them once before but it was a whileago and they had obviously been updated since then. Much nicer than the ones Irode up to the 33
rd
floor of my building every day.It only took a moment to reach the 7
th
floor, I said thank you before the door evenopened, giving the man a small peck on the cheek (which would probably keep him3
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