He could sense her sadness as she dug through her black leather backpack looking for something. He loved the way she smelled and how she would talk to...herself at times. She was a bright and witty human. He never saw her with any friends and knew she visited her home only on the holidays. Yes he'd been following this beauty around for a while now. Something about her intrigued him. It might have been her individuality or maybe it was her lonely heart calling out for help.He sat watching her. There were no littering anywhere. Large plastic trash cans were only feet away from the nearest sunbather so there was no excuse to toss a soda can or a wrapper in the sand. Another thing caught her attention was the riding stables were renting out horses once more. People in riding habits rode their mounts down a new cinder path for horse and rider only. People still rode their bikes. All in all, the near future boded well for them.Roseland Marks was still modeling for diverse clothing stores. Suddenly, the alarm tied to his phone buzzed. This time, he paid attention.Neither Mitch nor Max believed in leaving evidence lying around. All physical evidence was destroyed once the final plan was worked out. However, the news of the fire had interrupted Mitch, sending him bolting from the office, forgetting all about the plans that were lying in plain sight.No information about the operations was stored in digital format. Forensics had become very good at recovering data, and secret. Anyways as i wss walking to school i noticed Courtney walkig about 75 yards ahead of me with hersister and her mom, shes a junior and im a sophmore who should have been a senior but my mom wouldnt let me skip two grades (2-3) ya, im also smart as fuck too. i gues i will may e try and talk with her and there goes my brain raging at itself, just do it, no i cant, DO IT, im scared ya the usual stuff. so i just continued walking and she turned around and saw me and waved. my heart thumpped into my.