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    “Sophie…” whimpered Sister Shareef as she was forced to watch the new bloodied and bullet riddled corpse of her once again dead friend.

    A stone-faced Armitage with full knowledge of the end story walked up to fast forward the video, “Keep watching…please…”

    Sister Shareef gave him a quick look of disgust until she glanced at the speeding footage and saw what they saw a couple of hours ago. Armitage stopped the video just before the second resurrection, which took another twenty years for Sister Shareef.

    She watched in horror as what use to be her friend rose to her feet, now impervious to gunfire, and proceeded to tear through a hallway stuffed with correctional officers, local police, and S.W.AT.

    Armitage allowed her to listen to the screams and yells, along with the background sounds of smashed concrete and bending steel before shutting the video off. Sister Shareef lowered her head and tried not to appear shaken after absorbing everything she had seen.

    “If you’re expecting that doofy looking white kid from “That Seventies Show” to come running out and tell you you’ve just been punked…he’s not…” came Dustin out of left field throwing a zing.

    Sister Shareef tried her best to compose herself as she raised her head looking Armitage in the eyes, “What do you want from me?”

    “Aside from her attorney, during the almost four years Ms. Dennison has been here she has not had contact with family or friends in any shape or form,” Mark started off his interview, “No phone calls, personal visits, e-mail; she refused all mail that had been sent to her. The only people she’s had contact with during that time are the people in this prison, and I have it on good knowledge that you and her became bosom buddies during that whole time.”

    “And?” she shrugged, “Yes…we were friends…good friends…sisters, but if you want to know if I knew if she was stronger than a friggin locomotive, leaping tall buildings with a single bound, no I did not know that, nor did she display that ability in the four years she was here. I don’t know what that is…but that is not the Sophia I knew.”

    Dustin put his head down and muttered to himself. “We’re wasting our frickin’ time.”

    Mark moved closer to Sister Shareef sitting on the edge of the table now looking down at her.

    “Ms. Shareef, let’s put aside the unexplainable insanity that has happened in the last couple of hours . . .the reality of the situation is your friend seriously injured several people in her escape, men and women with families. She even murdered one,” Mark said attempting to show her how dangerous her friend was and that for the good of all she needed stopping. He was hoping his song and dance would get her to tell him anything she might be hiding.

    “Who did she kill?” Sister Shareef demanded knowing the Sophia she knew would never hurt a tick much less another human being.

    “Officer Dennis Wilford…husband…father of…” began Mark with his violin speech.

    Sister Shareef halted him before he could finish his tune, “She killed Big Buck…?”

    Before Armitage could answer her, Sister Shareef hunched over, as a cackling noise came from her. It grew louder as she stomped her feet with apparent joy.

    It royally pissed off Dustin who sprung to his feet violently slamming his fist on the table, “You think this shit is funny convict?! How about I…”

    “What exactly do you think you can do to me F.B.I man?” Sister Shareef snapped back at Mercer looking dead at him.

    There was not a thing Mercer or anyone could do to her, as her mind wondered back to how she became a resident of Gatesville Women’s facility.

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    She remembered when her name use to be Agnes Shareef Wilcox-Miller, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wilcox and the youngest of three children, one eldest brother and an older sister by a year. Her father worked on oilrigs, while her mother sold beauty