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Dana grabbed her pounding head as the world began to come into focus.  A blunt object pressed into her back and she tried to roll off of it. 

“Hold still” 

Blinking hard, the ex-tennis star managed to look up into the eyes of her handler.  “John?”  Forcing her body upright she noticed the seat belt buckle had been what was causing her some much discomfort.  “How did you find me?”

“Are you kidding?  You told me what you were going to doplus after knowing you for the last year I knew you were crazy enough to come straight here.”  He smirked.  “Still I thought I wouldn’t actually see you running like a maniac toward the buildingI thought you would be a little more discreet.” 

Dana frowned.  “I was worriedshe didn’t comewhat if he got to her”  Concern was etched across her pale face.

John hated seeing such a broken person.  He was relieved that Dana was gone when he came to check on her at her run down efficiency apartment.  Being an F.B.I. agent for so long he knew that nothing ever really got better for those people in the witness protection program.  The witnesses just had to learn to live with the mediocre lonely life the government provided them.  The only thing that would bring around any type of change would be a desperate actsomething to force the company to act also.  “Look Kadie…”

“Dana.”

“No right now it’s Kadie.  You can’t be Dana…you aren’t Dana anymore.”  His smirk fell and a grim line took its place.  He hated having to be mean, but he had to get through to the woman.  “Dana Fairbanks is a beautiful tennis star…her body looks graceful and strong, she has a loving girlfriend, and a strong family.”  He sighed.  “You are Kadie Rogers a straight veterinarian assistant living in an efficiency apartment.  You are to thin and haggard looking for your age…and you are alone.” 

Tears sprang to Dana’s eyes.  She had never thought her handler could be so cold.  “I’m Dana Fairbanks” She stated with conviction.

“No you’re not.  You can’t be Dana…Dana is dead.  I suggest that you better start acting like Kadie unless you want to join her.”  John gripped the brunette’s arms tightly and shook her.  “I want to help you…but we do things my way…do you understand?”  He waited for the sniffling frail woman to nod.  “Good. Now have you contacted Alice?”