Eliza was just leaving the New York public library. She had her book bag with her that held her class work. She had been just looking at some things from the past ten years in the news papers. Something about doing it by hand seemed oh so right.
She was on her way down the front steps to catch a cab when she saw the very obvious agents moving in to flank her on both sides. The part of her that hated the idea of being taken anywhere warred with her logical side that told her just being cooperative would be for the best. She slipped on her sun glasses and waited for them to join her.
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