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monitored. You have to be careful.”
    Her eyes flew open and a chill raced
up her spine. A warning. She turned her head and saw that a
security guard was watching.
    Devon let go of her, stepped away, and
coughed. Giving the older man a sheepish grin, he said, “Sorry.
Didn’t see you there.”
    The guard gave a stiff nod. “Save it
for the bedroom.”
    She looked at Devon. He was lying. He
knew the guard was there the whole time. It’d all been a show. She
didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset. So he hadn’t been
trying to take liberties with her...but then, what man ever had?
She sighed and rubbed her head. Her mind was a jumbled mess. So
much was happening at once, and too many thoughts went in circles
through her head. What did it matter? What did any of it matter
anymore?
    The guard motioned for them to join
him. “Right now, I need everyone where I can get your names. Got to
separate the living from the dead.”
    Dead? She glared at Devon who ignored
her. Instead, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. He
glanced at her and said, “Go on ahead, sweetie. I’ll catch up to
you.”
    She stared at him for a moment and
asked the guard, “Some people died in that explosion?”
    “ So far we have two
confirmed bodies,” he replied. “Come on. I can’t be over here
forever.”
    Resisting the urge to slap the phone
out of Devon’s hands, she stormed passed him and followed the
guard, aware that Devon walked not far behind.
    As she made her way into the crowd of
the parking lot, her eyes caught sight of a light post. A camera
sat at the top of it. She blinked. Then her gaze shifted to another
post. It didn’t have a camera, but the one further down did. She
shivered and crossed her arms, as if doing so would ward off the
growing sense of dread sinking into her.
    It was quickly dawning on her that the
world she thought she lived in wasn’t anything like she believed it
to be. Aliens, Area 51, cameras, listening devices, being
monitored, lied to believe terrorist attacks were real when they
were being staged to sway public opinion, demons, angels, heaven,
hell... Her head hurt. Just what was real and what was an
illusion?

Chapter Seven

    The phone rang. Devon rolled over in
his bed and tapped the snooze button on his alarm clock. Another
shrill ring echoed through the dark room. Realizing it was the
phone, he picked it up. “Hello?”
    “ Devon Patrick?”
    His eyes flew open and he sat up in
bed. “Yes.”
    “ Code?”
    He didn’t want to give it. He knew
where this was headed, and he hated it.
    “ Patrick?”
    Taking a deep breath, he gripped the
bed sheets and said, “834-712.”
    “ You are due to report to
Dulce at 1500 today.” Then the man hung up.
    A cold shiver snaked its way up
Devon’s spine as he hung up the phone. Dulce, New Mexico—a place he
wished he’d never have to go to again. And yet, General McHenry
gave the order. That meant he had to do it, whether he wanted to or
not.
    He sat still for a moment, staring at
the mirror across the room. How did he end up in this nightmare?
Sighing, he rubbed his eyes. He could do this. He’d done it before.
It hadn’t killed him. At least not yet. Forcing his mind off of
what was to come, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom where
he turned on the water for the shower and the faucet.
    He closed the door and searched the
room but didn’t find any bugs. So they hadn’t been back. That was
good. It meant they didn’t suspect anything. Maybe he was getting
better at this. He threw off his night clothes, wrapped a towel
around his waist and left the room so he could retrieve his cell
phone. Dialing a number he wanted them to know about, he also
grabbed a new bottle of shampoo from the linen closet at the end of
the hallway.
    “ This better be good,
Patrick,” his boss muttered into the phone.
    “ General McHenry called.
I’m due to report at Dulce at 3pm today.”
    “ Oh. In that case, I’ll let
you live for waking me