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A dirty blonde-haired woman stopped when she heard footsteps behind her. Her nose flared at the scent that was in the air. It was telling her that there was danger behind her, but she ignored her feeling of it being dangerous and turned around to face the person who had been following her. “Following me for some time there.” She said with a thick Cajun accent. Her amber-colored eyes met the eyes that were hidden behind sunglasses.
“Have heard a lot about you Misty.” The man said using her given name, his sunglasses glistening in the sunlight catching the woman off guard.
Misty bristled at the thought of someone knowing her name when she had tried to remain hidden from others for so many years. “And how do you know my name pal?” She questioned as she squared her shoulders up knowing that there was a chance that she might not like the answer that she would be getting from this man.
“The name is Major William Stryker. I’ve heard tales of a woman who avoided war. Even though she has been in wars in the past and hardly aged a day.”
“So?” She shrugged her shoulders looking at Stryker. So he had heard stories about her, that’s all they were, just stories that no one really believed. They were more seen as fables than having a grain of truth.
“Are you tired of running from who you really are?” He mused as his lips quirked into a small smile hoping that he would get the woman to agree with him. He hoped that his question struck a chord with her and that she would want someplace to belong.
“And why would you care about what a woman like me does?” Misty questioned, her brow raised slightly, and she looked at the man. The air around him was thick with authority that it almost could make her gag at the thought of it. She didn’t have anyone in control of her life. She had been on her own for quite some time.
“I care because I know how special you are. How valuable. Look, you can remain out here bouncing from hotel to hotel not knowing your place, or you can join me.”
“And what would I be joining?” She crossed her arms as she looked at the man seeing his smile growing as he looked at her.
“I'm putting together a special team with special privileges. Now, tell me, how would you like to really serve your country?”
“Serve my country, again?” She questioned lowering her arms to her sides as Stryker smiled even more. “Now why would I want to do that?”
“Be with others that are like you. Showing the world about who you really are, Luna.” He said, offering his hand to her.
“What do I get out of this?”
“A life that you won’t have to hide from the humans in this world. Be worth something in this life and show people what you are all about.” He explained to her as his lips turned slightly in concern hoping that she wouldn’t say no.
Misty took a deep breath and nodded her head. “Fine. I’ll join you.”